#just whining about my selfship

[dark-mnjiro]

I just want snuggles with Shin. 🥺

[princess-hope-selfships]

Vent post and spoiler about Si..don and the beginning of the Zo..ra storyline in T..ears of t.he K.in.gdom

I'm so fucking sad. Like my heart hurts a little bit. When she introduced herself as Si.do.n's fiance and the music stopped on her dialogue box I just like hung on that moment for a bit 'cause I felt my brain just cloud over with static

it's not healthy to be this upset I'm sure but like I literally have been so so so excited to see him since we got the game on release date and I finally gathered the strength to not internally cringe at myself and go see him and he's not there, just her and she tells you that right out the gate and then is like go see Sid..on up on P.loy.m.us Mountain and I'm just. So overwhelmed and frustrated and sad.

[rainbowtvz]

⚰️🪦 !!

song that reminds me of my f/o -

*disclaimer: this reminds me of sal, i don't think he would actually listen to waterparks 😭

i really feel like the lyrics are just.. him. its one of the first songs i put on when i'm writing for him or drawing him, tbh. (along with the character playlist i made for him of course, which can be found here (sorry its on tidal lol))

pet name for my f/o -

yeah !! i call him my angel <3 (my tag for him is loml, also.)

[theselfshippingwitch]

I want to talk to other people about my ship with ray but I feel like nobody cares

[justcallmesakira]

"𝑰𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌?"

summary: just my favourite characters taking care of reader when shes sick

genre: hurt to comfort, full fluff

warnings: reader has a personality similar to me!, fem reader, nothing else, double suicide joke on dazai

a/n: guys please I am so sick right now I feel sohdghdgdhd if only there was someone who could send me some sakilai selfship stuff/j

"nikolaiiiii" you whine from your bed eyes too teary to reach out wherever he is.

"Ah, my dove, I am coming right now" he shouts from outside of your room running in with a packed box of soup.

Unfortunately because of nikolais amazing cooking skills he failed to make a simple cup of soup. So he decided to order from takeout.And that soup is the food you need to eat right now.

"feed me please..." you state when he placed the bowl of soup and sat down next to you."Dove i think you can feed yous-" you only sniffed and looked at him with teary eyes which instantly made a certain feeling of guilt rise up in his stomach.

"fine then. Guess I will have to take care of my lovely crybaby girlfriend!" nikolai jokes before using taking off his gloves using his teeth and putting them aside, which you always considered a very handsome and hot thing for him to do.

His bare hands pick up the spoon full of soup and vegetables and gently slides it into you mouth, as fragile like a glass doll.

"Also I am not a crybaby! It was an act for you to feed me" you puff to which gogol gasps a bit too dramatically "you pesky silly! Come here daddy's going to punish you kittem" he jokingly says putting the bowl of soup on the bed side.

"HELP nikolai that is not funny! Stop THAT IS NOT FUNNY AT ALL. I am sick!!" you cry out getting out of his way which fails as he lunges towards you and holds you in his grasp

"I was joking! Calm down (name) I just want to hug your germs away." "Those germs will hug you back but okay!"

You sneakily crept up to the fridge before opening it, looking for a tub of icecream before finding it instantly. You reach out to grab it but before your hand can get any closer a hand slams the door shut.

You don't turn around to the figure behind you and swallow a spit, scared of the man's creepy and menacing smile from behind you.

"Now now, isn't my dear supposed to be in bed resting? So I wonder who this woman here is" his sarcastic voice rings in your ears as you slowly turn around.

"Fedya hahaha what are you doing here ahaha aren't you supposed to work?" you nervosuly laugh before you start coughing again, more ferocious this time.

His cruel and irritated shade hovering his eyes become more soft and tendor as he picked you up over his shoulders like a pack of potatoes and carried you to the bedroom.

"Fyodor? Since when did you become s-augh augh strong-?" you asked clearly shocked at his sudden romantic move.

"Say that again I am giving you medieval style treatment." "WH- wait how do you know medieval tre--"

Before you could finish your sentence, he throws you on the bed in the gentlest way before sitting down next to you and grabbing a medicine.

"please tell me it's not those swallow pills. I hate them like you everyone in Yokohama hates you" you pout but he only glares at you for a second.

"I mean- I love you hahaha, you know" you laugh it off and look at his nail bitten fingers elegantly take the spoon of the liquid and holds it up to you lips.

"ew that looks like pink vomit" you get away from the spoon infront of you. "(name) I didn't ditch my work for this, it feels like I am taking care of a child rather then my significant other."

"wellll you still counted me as your significant other so" you tease him, trying to make him forget about the medicine.

"(name)" his voice is colder than your cold and you only look at him with puppy glistening eyes. "can.. can you feed me with your mouth? a sickly kiss?" you ask innocently.

"you are already sick fedya, please?" he only sighs at your statement, knowing it's stupid and silly to argue with you.

He takes the medicine in his mouth and pulls you closer to push it in. It tastes bitter, but his lips make it sweet. It only lasts a moment but cures that starving feeling in your heart.

He pulls away as you swallow the liquid before tucking your self under the covers and start giggling like a school girl.

"sigh,,,please don't eat anything cold, your sickness will only worsen. Take your pills daily and I will send some chocolates later, okay? Don't be too much of a hassle"

"Bellllaaaaaa, i got you your favourite food!" his voice soothes out like a lullaby to your ears as you rise up from your bed and rush towards him.

"zai-zai!" But before you could say anything your head starts spinning and everything seems dizzy.

He keeps the bag of food on the table before rushing to catch you. "WOAH bella, can't have you spinning to death now can we! You told me if you had to die you wanted to die with me! Together"

He says picking you up bridal style and laughing at the swirls in your eyes. "i am here feeling like I just hot down from some Rollercoaster and your here joking? I swear to god dazai this is why you can't pull hoes"

"why would you say that bella? You pull germs" he pouts like a child but was probably smirking inside at his cheeky remark.

"You little manwh-" "shhh lets eat soem chocolate cheesecake shall we?" he places you on the side of your bed and brings the packets of cakes and slowly lays it down infront of you.

You sick and tired looking eyes glow up. "I want the cheesecake!" you announce to him as dazai laughs before opening the packet and taking a spoonful of the desert before motioning you to open your mouth.

He feeds you it whole slowly, which you only giggle "i didnt new yuo weer so living, dezai" you mumble chewing on the contents.

"finish your food first bella, then you can compliment your amazing BOYFRIEND HAHAHA" he laughs before getting up to clear up the packets.

While he does that you snuggle up to your bed before coughing for a while. "come join me, love" you motion him which your boyfriend does as he lays himself next to you

"Oh my bella, I hope you get well soon I can't wait to kiss you and hug you and maybe even fall off the bridge with you!"

You moved away from the camera turning on the record button and started dancing to the choreography of 'detention' by melanie martinez which by the way you should actually check out.

However as you were swifting your movements according to the dance you heard a Click and ran to you bed, but you only had a second to choose a sleep position before yosano can come.

"(name) I am not that stupid." she opens the door to enter the room as she looks at your pretend sleeping position.

"You can just dance hystericaly while you have a bad cold and have iron cells lesser than than the literacy rate in japan" your girlfriends scolding hits you hard so you decided to get up, what's the point.

"As much as i wish i could see more of you dancing" she continues, "You need to get better for it, I dont want you fainting once again like yesterday.

"who knew you could joke" you whine out. Yosano takes a chair and takes a place beside you. "I am not that serious, love. Now let me check your fever."

She takes off her gloves and presses her hand on your forehead. "Hmm, you have long way to fully recover" her voice is much softer than when she was scolding you.

"huhhh, that's not fair...i dont want to be bedridden for soooo long :(" your eyes start looking teary again, nose red from the heavy coughing from when she was taking care of you last night.

she sighs, "awhh my baby, there there. This is why I told you to take the medicines. But you didn't listen did you" you look up to her eyes glossy like a child who needs to be cared.

She kisses your forehead before getting up.

"I wish I could kiss your cold away however it won't work like that instead I will cook you your favourite chicken soup for you okay?"

a/n: man i hate my hoarse throat aughhhh I want fedya to take care of me rn *cough cough*

Divider crds: @anitalenia go check her blog NOW

Tags: @little-miss-chaoss @terururuko @inojuuy @biscuits-tragic-diner

[erikatsu]

MANEATER — WRIOTHESLEY

ᥫ᭡ SUMMARY: You had never seen Wriothesley mad until he discovered the truth behind the Beret Society, and you had never been more turned on by him.

ᥫ᭡ PAIRING: Wriothesley x Fem!Reader

ᥫ᭡ WARNINGS: [N]sfw. Wriothesley’s story quest spoilers. Oral (f!receiving). Fingering. Edging. Overstim. Slight tear fixation (not dacryphilia). Lowkey-brat taming. Light choking. Slight praise. Semi-clothed sex. Unprotected sex. Use of handcuffs. Mating press. Full body orgasm. Breeding. Pet names (sweetheart, love). Selfship.

ᥫ᭡ WC: Between 1.5-2k

ᥫ᭡ NOTE: The initial idea has not left my head since i did his quest on release day and it has just spiraled since. wishin him a very happy birthday too ♡

❥ SERIES MASTERLIST.

You never failed to catch Wriothesley off guard. Just when he thought he had you all figured out, you threw him for a loop. He should have known by now to never try to guess what could come out of your mouth or what actions you would take– and it should have came as absolutely no surprise to him when you looked him dead in the eye and said “me next” after he had roughly man-handled the leader of the Beret Society. Yet, he still found himself completely dumbfounded by your boldness.

His only complaint was your timing.

It felt as if time was dragging on, interviewing the members of the society as you stared at him from the couch while pretending to read a book. He only knew you we’re pretending because he could feel your gaze from feet away, and if he wasn’t used to your shenanigans by now, he would have been sweating. Thankfully, you behaved and didn’t do anything to blow his composure. Well, just barely. No sooner than the door to his office closed, you were behind him and leading him towards where you had previously been seated.

He didn’t even get the chance to speak before you were pulling him in by his tie, molding your mouth to his. Your hands were working the buttons of his vest, quicker than normal. He nearly chuckled at how riled up you were, but followed your lead until you broke away from him to catch your breath.

“Okay, you little monster, what’s the rush?” He found himself asking as he shrugged off his coat, tossing it to the side.

“Am I not allowed to appreciate my lover in his element?” You pouted, wrapping your arms around his neck, eyes glancing down to his lips. “Almost makes me wish I had done something to get myself in trouble.”

He chuckled, shaking his head, “You do get yourself in trouble. But, you need to be handled with care. You’re not a criminal.”

You gave him a soft kiss, sinking back into the couch cushions and taking him with you, “But, I am a criminal. One who has yet to pay for their crimes. Tell me, Your Grace, what are you going to do about that?”

Wriothesley hummed in response, as if he were thinking while he leaned in. It was his turn to undo buttons, pushing your top away from your chest. He trailed kisses from your lips, to your neck, down to the top of your skirt. He glanced up at you for a brief moment, moving your panties to the side before he was burying his face between your thighs. That was his only response, because as enticing as your offer was, it wasn’t his place to charge you with said crimes– and, to him, giving you what you wanted was definitely no punishment.

Your hand wound up tangled in his hair as he flicked his tongue over your skin. Soft sounds fell off your lips, low whines reaffirming what he had previously thought. It was pleasure– a reward. Even though you’d not done anything to deserve one of those either. Then again, you were on your best behavior during the interviews. He wasn’t sure why you’d stuck around for them instead of waiting in your now shared room, especially when your relationship wasn’t exactly public. But, that was the least of his concerns now. Now he was focused on you, and your body, and how you were dripping for him.

You were lost in the sensation, eyes closing when his nose brushed against your clit. Your hips jerked, but he was quick to grab your legs in an attempt to keep you in place. You whined, about to tell him you were close, however he pulled away from you and stood. Your eyes flew open in response, mouth lightly parted at his audacity. He looked smug, staring down at you as he kicked off his boots.

“Not fun being teased, now is it, sweetheart?”

You could have fainted. Luckily, you bounced back quickly, feeding into the game you’d started with a pout, “That wasn’t very nice.”

He chuckled, undoing his belt and slipping out of his pants and boxers, “It wasn’t?”

Before you could respond, he grabbed your legs and pulled you forward. You let out a yelp of surprise before giggling, now lying flat on your back. He leaned over you, causing your laughter to flare up even more. He rose an eyebrow, watching as you gasped in shock when he pushed his fingers inside of you.

“You think it’s funny?” He questioned, the cold metal of his gloves digging into your warm skin as he curled his fingers and set an agonizing pace. You moaned, letting it dissolve into a laugh– which he took as a yes. He stopped moving, watching as the realization clouded your features after a brief moment. You give him an angry pout, which caused him to smirk, “Well then, imagine how hilarious it will be trying to get yourself off on my fingers.”

You groaned, tightening around him just from his words. Something about how he was playing your own game was so arousing to you. He was honestly surprised when you rolled your hips, listening to him instead of fighting him, and he couldn’t help but love how you looked when he was the one in control. In fact, it made him want to retract his previous statement about handling you with care. He always wanted to make you feel loved when he was intimate with you but now… Now he wanted to see you squirm, and if he could push it even further, he wanted you to beg for it– for him.

It would seem he could possibly get his way, with how you were pathetically trying to grind down on his fingers, grunting and gasping out of frustration. You went to grab his hand, so you could push him further in, but he grabbed you with his free one, “Don’t make me cuff you, sweetheart. If you want to get off so bad, you can always ask nicely.”

You let out an exasperated groan, once again reaching for his hand. Before you could blink, he had bent down, grabbed the handcuffs from his discarded pants, and had them placed over your wrists– closing them with a sharp click from each one. He forced your arms above your head and held them in place, shaking his head, “I can’t help you unless you tell me what it is you want. Use your words.”

You went back to your pouty lip, keeping quiet as you stared up at him. You tried to keep a straight face when his free hand slid over your entrance, but you were unable to keep the facade up when he lightly rubbed his thumb over your clit. You whimpered, hips bucking at his touch. Even though you had asked for it, you were quickly regretting it. Control wasn’t something you ever gave up, and here he was, about to make you crumble just from touches.

You closed your eyes, back arching as your nerves began to bundle up. You could hear him softly urging you on, but tried to stand your ground. Unfortunately for you, the second your legs began to shake he was pulling his hand away.

“Wriothesley,” you whined, refusing to open your eyes. You could already feel the tears burning– from being overstimulated and denied release twice now– and you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction.

Wriothesley smirked, finally positioning himself between your legs. One hand was still holding your cuffed wrists in place, his hard-on pressing against your wet cunt, “Look at me, love. All you have to do is tell me what you want… Or is that too hard for you?”

He rolled his hips once, a petulant whimper leaving your mouth. He did it again, only this time he didn’t let up until your bottom lip was wobbling and you looked as if you might cry. Finally, you caved– the friction too much for you to handle.

“Wriothesley, please,” you whimpered finally opening your eyes and trying to grind against him. “N-need you. Please.”

He would’ve asked you to repeat yourself if not for the tears that has escaped you. Hearing you say “please” more than once was enough for him seeing that it was a word you rarely used at all. He lined himself up with your entrance, sinking into you before his hand came up to wipe away one of the tears rolling down your cheek. Your eyes closed, a moan slipping past your lips at the relief you felt.

Wriothesley was quick to learn, his free hand gently clasping around your throat and his fingers lightly pressing into your skin as he bottomed out. The noises you were making getting louder with each thrust. You had handed him full control, but he wasn’t about to take full advantage this time since it was a rare occasion. For now, he was nearly high off your reactions and tried to not treat this as a power trip or else he'd never be able to have his way like this again.

"Good girl," he murmured, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips, matching the agonizing pace he had set. "Keep it up and I'll let you cum. Think you can do that?"

You nodded, gasping when he loosened his grip on your neck. He tilted his head to the side, "What did I say about using your words?"

"Yes," you breathed out, looking up at him to answer his question.

"What was that? I don't think I heard you."

"Yes, your grace," you whined, a choked noise following when he fully let you go and wrapped his arms underneath your legs.

He pushed them back, able to rock himself even deeper into your cunt. He could feel you getting close, tightening around his cock as he nudged that sweet spot. Your legs were shaking, nearly trembling while the nerves built up. It wouldn't be too much longer before you couldn't hold it back anymore, and he was surprised you were able to after his relentless teasing from earlier.

You swallowed thickly, your voice coming out more soft and squeaky than you had intended, "Wriothesley-"

"Go on," he grunted, moving his hips even faster. "Cum for me."

You let go, letting the high wash over you from head to toe. You squirmed under him, your body jerking from the hard release you'd been denied earlier. He'd never seen you do that before, and he would've stopped to make sure you were alright if it weren't for the pleasured whines leaving you. On top of that, the way you were clenching around him and sucking him in had him teetering on the edge himself.

"S'close," he told you, leaning in to capture your lips in a sloppy kiss. "Gonna fill you up- give you a brat of your own."

You whimpered at his words, leaning up to kiss him again. He was drilling into you, chasing his orgasm and nearly coming undone when you purposely tightened around him again. He cursed against your mouth, pulling his hips back before burying himself in side you. You could feel him throbbing, releasing his seed as he'd just promised. He rested his forehead against yours, staring into your eyes as he caught his breath.

You couldn't help but let out a small giggle, "Why don't we try that again? But this time, don't hold back."

Wriothesley let out an airy chuckle, "You are going to be the death of me."

[prncessjaeger]

every girl gets her wish ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

ღsyponosis: eren’s pink obsessed spoiled!gf goes to the mall!

ღan: idk this is kind of a selfship then again idk, anyways song inspo for title: every man gets his wish

ღcw: suggestive ending but that’s it.

“baby, you think this top is cute?” you held up a pink longsleeved shirt and showed it off to eren, who was currently on the phone with his co-workers talking about boring business bullshit, “hm yeah but it’s pink…again-” “so?” your lips formed a pout, knowing he might not even buy the shirt (mainly cause you already have like 3 similar ones in your closet but who’s counting?) and that saddened you deeply. “soo you should pick the grey one, goes well with those pink patricia pants right?”

“they’re called priscilla pants and i mean yeah they do, but i wanna do pink on pink though…” your pout was evident and eren knew this tactic from a mile away…but he couldn’t just keep you sad all day, so! he sighed and grabbed the shirt, adding it to the pile with all the other clothes you’ve chosen. “so i can get it?!” “just keep looking for things you want, i’ll be at the front waiting.” he walked away, clothes in hand and you smirked to yourself, knowing you got your way once again. 

once he paid for your items, you took him inside of this cute daiso like shop, and eren internally sighed before walking in, “oh my god eren! look at these cute headbands, wanna get em?” “no-.” “yes? okay, get that white basket and hold it please?” he snatched (playfully) the basket up and let you sit both headbands in there. you both browsed around the shop, grabbing anything, whether it was perfume sets, stationary sets, and other miscellaneous items. “i’m finished-and the basket’s not even that full this time, baby!” “right…” he looked down and saw the basket (which was full) and just agreed with you, wanting to keep you happy! “your total is $137.20! cash or card?” “card.” eren grabbed his card and you smirked once he tapped it against the green. “thank you for shopping here, girl! your outfit is too cute!” “thank you! yours as well!” you both left the store and immediately you grabbed the bag with the headbands in,

“eren-” “no.” whining, you ignored him trying to move his head away from you  and put the headband on him anyways,

“aww you look adorable! now, let’s go get smoothies!” he finished up his call and smiled softly at you, grabbing you hand and instead of going to the smoothie section, he took you straight into victoria’s secret. 

“oooh they have pink bralette sets and the teddy to match, grab those yoga pants eren with the pink lettering- oh my god! they have pink and grey sets!” eren picked up a few things and walked back to where you were, checking out the new scents for fall, “go try these on.”

“okay, you coming in?” he nodded, “yeah, give me a minute though.” you grinned and walked into the dressing room the worker, kira, opened for you and you checked out the cute set he picked out for you, and hastily tried it on. “eren!” “yes, my love?” “it’s on.” you could hear the scuffles from his shoes rushing to the dressing room, “lemme see it baby,” opening the door you pulled him in, not wanting anyone around you to see you in such little clothing, “soooo…?” “you look…beautiful baby, do a spin for me?” he took your hand and raised it up, twirling you around twice, “yeah, this is real nice…can’t wait to fuck you in it too-”

“eren! people can hear?!”

“so? now c’mere,” grabbing your waist, his lips connected to yours in a soft kiss, moving one hand cupping the fat of your ass cheek as he deepened the kiss, “mmh- eren, c’mon let’s buy it already?” he saw that certain glint in your pretty doe eyes and poked his tongue in his cheek,

“yeah, come one, we’re ending this mall trip a bit early today.”

ღan: boring, yawning, sloppy….lazy.

[mrskreideprinz]

| You and I | 

Pairing: Albedo x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Breeding Kink, Afab!Reader, Fem!Reader, He/Him Pronouns for Albedo, No pronouns for Reader, Reader is called a good girl, Dubcon(?), Feral!Albedo, Albedo is Reader’s Husband, Pregnancy is mentioned quite a bit, Lowkey Selfship Coded lol, Overstimulation, 1.2k words. 

Summary: You’ve been laying down hints for awhile that you want kids, and Albedo finally takes the initiative one evening. 

A/n: I want Albedo to put a baby in me <3

Tags: @suyacho @neuvillettes @themovingcastlez @tighnarly

It’s five in the evening, and instead of catching up with your husband about your day, you are being stuffed full of his cock. In the same king sized bed that you both laid on and talked about having a family of your own, but instead of shaky hands interlocking and soft voices whispering sweet nothings, there was just you being shoved into the mattress while your husband’s cock throbbed within your walls. 

“Al-Albedo.” You whined.  

Albedo’s body was pressed up against your back, pushing you firmly into the bed, while his hands forced your hips into place,making sure you didn’t move a single inch without his permission. You’d lost count of the amount of times he’d cum inside of you by now, it must’ve been a dozen times, but again, you weren’t keeping count. Although, by how sore you were and the combination of your dizziness and about a billion other things overstimulating you, you had to guess this had gone on for quite some time. 

You could feel his hot breath fan against your back, feel the way he so easily slid in and out of you, but most of all you couldn’t escape the feeling of his cum spilling out of you the moment he pulled out entirely. You gasped at the sudden sensation but before you could cry those pathetic tears, Albedo had leaned off of you slightly and stroked the side of your face, hushing you softly as he did. 

“Shh, it’s okay. Just take it. That’s it, that’s my good girl.” He whispered into your ear. 

You had no choice but to listen to him, you couldn’t even get up if you tried with how weak and wobbly your legs were. Not to mention he was still pinning you to the bed, but not for long. Before you knew it he had carefully gotten off of you, sat up, and slowly flipped you onto your back. Both of your eyes met and he smiled at you briefly. Then, he leaned down, positioning himself in between your legs, pulling you down by your thighs until you were positioned in the right spot. He leaned down and tilted your chin up so he could kiss you, this time with tongue. 

Usually, Albedo would’ve asked you for a signal that you were ready, but impatience got the better of him and without asking he slid back inside of your warm cunt. The both of you groaned at the sudden intrusion. Without giving you time to adjust Albedo continued thrusting inside of you, repeating a prayer of ‘I’m sorry’s’ as he did. He held you down as he thrust himself into you at a brutal speed. Before you even realized it he had you in a mating press, thrusting deeply into you as you cried in his arms. You didn’t beg him to stop, tell him how you were sore or tired. No, instead you begged for him to fuck you harder and faster. You pleaded for Albedo to fill you with his cum, fuck you till the only thing you craved was his cock. 

“F-fuck, baby that f-feels so good.” You moaned, stuttering on nearly every word as you shivered in pleasure. “Want you to fill me with y’er cum, get me pregnant, baby. Please?” You asked in the midst of your desperation.

You didn’t have to say another word, because Albedo had already begun pushing himself further into you (or at least he would’ve if he wasn’t already snug deep inside of you) and digging his nails into the plush of your skin. He threw his head back and let out a broken moan, still pounding into you as if he’d never felt the touch of another person. With every thrust inside of you, he clawed at your flesh like a wild animal tearing apart its meal. As you clamped down onto his length once more, Albedo couldn’t help but begin to lose control, little by little those stars in his eyes grew bigger and brighter than before. 

“Fuck, baby. Gonna get you so fuckin’ pregnant. Fuck yes.” Albedo moaned, biting down on his bottom lip to suppress the embarrassing whimpers that were hiding underneath his tongue. 

It only took a couple more pumps inside of you, a few more pleadings from the both of you, in order for him to release his load inside of you. You could feel all that pent up frustration being unleashed onto you. And as he stilled his hips, forcing you down all the way onto his cock, you remember the dizziness you felt and the way in which you never wanted this feeling to end. So, you wrapped your legs around his waist and pushed him further inside of you, or at least you tried to. Begging with tears in your eyes for what the two of you shared to never end, you rocked your body against his. Thrusting up to meet his hips, skin touching skin, and a symphony of moans later, Albedo found himself cumming inside of you yet again.

“F-uckkkk.” He moaned loudly, throwing his head back as he continued pounding into you in full desperation. “Tha-That’s it.. Take it, take it all.”

You’d never seen this side of Albedo before, and you loved it. You loved feeling his cock bully your insides, the way his usually gentle hands were now forcing you into the mattress, and especially how his body pinned you against the bed making it impossible for you to escape. You loved it, fuck did you love it. Albedo was usually so gentle and careful with you, but this time he manhandled you, took total control, and nothing got you more excited than that. 

A couple moments passed and your highs had now faded into a blissful quietness and gentle, shaky touches. The moment was perfect, sensual, and overall peaceful. It was the perfect end to a rather thrilling evening. There was a moment of comfortable silence before Albedo finally spoke up, turning to you with a soft smile.

“So, how’re you feelin’?” He asked in a genuine tone. 

You smiled and allowed your fingers to crawl up the side of his body and around the curve of his back. “Amazing. You?” You replied.

He let out a dreamy sigh as he stroked the side of your face, his eyes never leaving yours. “I’m wonderful, but I’ll be even happier once I know you’re pregnant.”

His bluntness threw you off for a moment, immediately you became flustered and tried hiding your expression from him. “P-Pregnant?! I mean. Albedo, I-” 

He silenced you with a kiss and pulled away finally with a big smile, looking you deep into your eyes. “You’re so flustered and yet–” He tilted your head to get a better look at your face. “You weren’t against this earlier.” 

You were too stunned for words, you didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t necessarily wrong, but you were far too embarrassed by how much you both feared and enjoyed the thought of having kids. So, for now you’d let him tease you, laugh along with him, and hope to god this little plan of yours worked. 

[t-tomuras]

∞ ─── • 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x F!reader

Wordcount: 3.6k

Warnings: Psuedo angst, 'complicated' feelings, undefined relationship with Satoru, he carries reader (if he can rip off a curses head and arm with ease he can carry you), creampie, overstimulation, reader referred to as 'princess' once

Notes: for my most beloved @katsukikitten and her budding selfship

“I don’t get it, Fushiguro, this mission is below my skill level, let alone yours. Why were you told to come along in the first place?” An inquiry that is far from unfounded. 

You were still in training, sure, but Nanami had already informed you he’d placed you under consideration for promotion to special grade sorcerer. Megumi himself was only a second grade, also recently recommended for a higher ranking placement, just as well deserved, so not a thing about this day was adding up. 

“I just do what the mission details,” he sounds almost bored and you don’t blame him. Megumi normally fights alongside his shikigami but the curses don’t stand a chance against Devine Dog: Totality. Hands shoved deep into his pockets after summoning Nui to pursue any vermin that try and slink away.

And you know that you shouldn’t, know that age doesn’t always equate skill nor experience but he was only freshly graduated from Jujutsu High. On top of the fact that he’s from a prestigious clan, but, Megumi was a few years younger than you and at this moment in time he feels like he’s your babysitter and not a partner. 

Finally voicing your frustrations, “it just doesn’t make sense Megumi.” Knuckles curled against your cocked hip after dispatching a meager curse with ease, confusion and slight irritation bleeding onto your features. “I could’ve done this by myself and the higher ups know that! Sorcerers are a hot commodity right now and the two of us on a mission like this? It’s wasteful and insulting. Fuck, Nanami of all people even recommended me for my promotion!” 

Megumi’s growing annoyed with you now, tired of your whining at this point. A young man that’s normally calm but he’s tired of tiptoeing around such an obvious subject that you’re too oblivious to grasp. Exorcizing the last curse before rounding on you with flared nostrils, “why don’t you ask Gojo? He’s the one that didn’t agree with the recommendation and told me to come here too.” 

You’re rendered silent, surprised by the flare but not at all by the reasoning Megumi gives you. Of course this was Satoru’s doing, the meddlesome man; but this had to be the final straw. The largest insult by far in your dealings with the obnoxious sorcerer labeled the strongest and a man you find yourself entangled with in more ways than one. 

But he always trusts everyone and their abilities. Well, everyone except for you apparently and that glaring fact grates your nerves. Burrowing deep down until you feel it in your bones. Feeling struck by how flippant Gojos' ward is when relaying that horribly kept secret to you.  

You can only openly gape at Fushiguro, unable to formulate any reply for a long moment while an angry heat burns your cheeks. Furious hiss clawing up your throat when you finally ask, “what did you say?” 

Not that you need a response at all, the reply doesn’t matter, wouldn’t change a single thing and you think even Megumi understands that. Saving you and himself the trouble of dignifying you with response. Settling to ignore you entirely as you fume to yourself, praising his shikigami for a job well done with a scratch below their muzzle before releasing it and Nue both. 

It’s fortunate Megumi isn’t one for small talk, you’re too furious the entire ride home to make any attempt anyway. Arms crossed over your chest wearing an indignant pout that only deepens with each vibrate of your phone. You’re tired of checking it, knowing instinctively it’s him but right now even the thought of him works your last nerve. Going through a plethora of scenarios on how your argument with him will likely go the moment he appears to harass you further. 

He always does whenever you refuse to respond to the barrage of text messages he sends you now. One could think they were an admission of guilt but you know when it comes to Satoru it stems from his desire to simply be obnoxious to you. 

Satoru 👎🏽: How’d the mission go? Didn’t let Fushiguro have all the fun did ya hahaha Satoru 👎🏽: It wasn’t a big job, you should be done already.   Satoru 👎🏽: Did Megumi treat you to dinner like normal yet? I’ll cook. Satoru 👎🏽: Are you hangry princess? Tell Ijichi to bring you to my house.  Satoru 👎🏽: You realize your read receipts are on, right? I know you’re reading these. 

He’s goading you, you know that. Hoping to agitate you enough into responding. Obviously you know your read receipts are on, obviously you want him to know you’re ignoring him. You can’t stand how infuriating he can be by merely playing dense when he was the furthest thing from it. 

But you don’t buy in, won’t reward him with the satisfaction of letting him see those bouncing bubbles in the conversation. Won’t dignify him with an argument right now, waiting until you’d calmed enough to be level headed or else he would win. Flipping the tab on the side of your phone to silence its ringtone and turning your entire body towards the car door in the backseat, leaning your forehead against the cool window. Lids slipping shut as you exhale slowly in the hopes of relaxing enough to fall asleep for the ride home. 

Silence later disturbed by the ringing of Megumi’s phone, registering the jarring sound as it pulls you from a half slumber. Brows furrowing whenever the young man lets the jingle play far longer than he typically cares for. Something he only does when it’s his carefree benefactor calling

Mumbling out a quick, don’t answer voice groggy and too quiet but still laced with annoyance.

He ignores you though, answering his phone despite your wishes and Gojo can hear your whine when his precious pupil answers the phone. You can only hear one side of the conversation, all of his responses untelling of what the man on the other end says but you’re sure all of its pompous and annoying. 

“Tell him yourself,” is the final thing Megumi grumbles before he hangs up. Eyeing the side of Fushiguros face as if he would willingly tell you the details of the conversation by look alone but you figure he wouldn’t divulge anything even if you asked. You don’t bother putting up a fight with him, he deals with too many boisterous people to be bothered by outbursts and arguments anymore; opting to sinking lower into your seat beside him with a pathetic ‘hmph’. Gritting your teeth when you catch Ijichi's sympathetic look in the rearview mirror. 

His fear of Gojo outweighed his respect and friendly candor with you, you already knew that. Watching the man hold out his phone screen resting on a conversation but you don’t need to look closer to know who it’s with. 

“Whatever, just make it fast,” waving your hand dismissively when he sighs out a half assed apology. It’s genuine, you know, you just wish he would have more of a spine when it came to Satoru; you don’t care that he’s the strongest in the slightest. 

Your scowl only deepens when you’re driven all the way up to the front entrance of the Gojo estate, warm lighting of the place feeling less than inviting in your dismal state. Stepping from the vehicle and slamming it shut hard enough it shakes the cabin. Megumi rolling your window down as he scoots over to your side of the car after you tap a pointed claw onto the glass. Deadpan features as you bend at the waist with a cheshire cat smile, forearm resting against the car frame as you tease, “don’t stay up too late gumibear. I have a feeling you’ll have an early assignment come tomorrow morning.” 

It’s only a tease though Megumi is more than aware you could shirk your next assignment off onto him by batting your lashes at his benefactor. Knowing full well that even if he was over the age of eighteen now Gojo had plenty of pull when it came to the young Fushiguro. 

But you don’t like to steal his time with his girlfriend he believes is a well kept secret. Waggling your fingers cheekily with a little wink too reminiscent of the man you say you can’t stand as you step away so Ijichi can pull from the curb.

Watching them leave until the taillights disappear around the tall walls that run along the perimeter of the estate. Lingering outside as long as you can before heaving a bereft sigh, creating a warm vapor that contrasts the frigid temperatures. Looking up to gather your thoughts in preparation for whatever argument is to come, because surely there will be one the moment you see him.  

Rubbing at your arms and closing your eyes when you hear the entrance to his home slide open behind you. Teeth grit as you turn to look at him, propped leisurely against the jamb in his loungewear yukata with his typical carefree smile gracing infuriatingly handsome features.

Feeling his heavy gaze on you despite his heavily tinted shades as you shoulder passed him. Claws digging into your skin to remain calm when you hear him chuckle with mirth at the action. Closing the door with a shake of his head, “hello to you too.” 

“What is actually your problem?” You hiss as you kick off your uniform boots, venturing deeper into the foyer to maintain some distance from Satoru. Rounding on him when you stand at the mouth of his staircase, “you tried to override my promotion?” 

A beat of silence passes as if he were processing what you could possibly be on about, as if Satoru were ever oblivious about anything within his realm. A quiet stretching between you long enough you could count the seconds that blaringly tick by from his archaic wall clock. Temper ready to flare the moment his clueless expression finally bleeds into that insufferable smirk he insists that you love, “I knew Megumi wouldn’t keep the secret.” 

“No fucking shit Satoru, answer my question. Why did you try to override Nanami's recommendation!?”

The smirk only grows wider, a manicured brow quirking playfully as he tilts his head to the side something akin to a curious cat. Taking long strides to close the distance with ease even as you step backwards, hissing in mounting annoyance, “answer me you overgrown toddler.” 

Slapping away the arms that reach out for you, backing higher onto the next step before long fingers wrap around your forearm. Pulling you to him with a gentle force, voice an irritatingly inappropriate coo, “you’re so cute when you’re mad, all wound up and ready to explode. I can help you with that,” his voice almost purrs, one hand at your lower back pressing your bodies together and it makes you squirm. 

You push at his chest while you writhe for freedom, only able to create enough distance to see his face. Refusing to melt for his sultry tone, “I’m serious Satoru.” 

“So am I,” voice laden with want, darkened with desire as he presses his nose into your throat. Soft lips brushing against your thrumming pulse, “so serious I’ll let us skip dinner in favor of dessert.” 

Though he’s always had an insatiable sweet tooth and you’ve never been an exception. Sighing as you crane your neck to give him better access, whether you don’t feel or choose to ignore his smirk is of no consequence.

“I can’t stand you. I hate you,” but there’s no malice in the statement, soft whines that bleed into breathy sighs as you melt in his hold and it only makes a chuckle rumble in his chest before long fingers ghost over the swell of your backside in his venture lower. Enjoying the way you drape your body over his, resting your weight against him that he’ll support with ease as he ascends the steps. 

“You always say that” coy, unserious even as he grips at the underside of your thighs, prompting you to wrap them around his waist. Successfully disarming you for the moment, puddy in his hold as he climbs the stairs. Meager fight dying as his fingertips graze the insides of your thighs, your hand dragging along the bannister as he reaches the top. 

Maneuvering the halls of his home with practiced ease, effortlessly still with you in his arms when he palms the back of your neck. Pulling you from his throat so his lips can finally find yours, nose nudging your own as he moves to quickly deepen it. 

Squeezing the fat of your ass to earn a pleased gasp and an opening. Tongue eagerly invading your mouth just as easily as he’d invaded the rest of your life. Teasing swipes that breed soft sighs and tentative reciprocation as he presses his fingers into the small of your back. Each step he takes causing your pelvis to give moderate friction to his crotch, not that he wasn’t already sporting a half hard erection anyway. 

Chuckling as he toes open his shoji door, crossing the threshold and clearing the space between the entryway and his bed quickly. Falling onto the mattress with a breathless chuckle when you crawl backwards up to the headboard. More than familiar with the set as you push away his mound of pillows before reaching for him again. Cupping the sides of his face in a quiet desperation for contact once more. 

“You’re not off the hook,” uttered between soft kisses that grow in fervor, lipstick already smearing onto Satoru’s plush lips as his hums in response. Lithe digits already fiddling with three fasteners to your modified uniform. Unclasping them with ease and it cues the instinctual lift of your hips when his fingers hook into the waistband of both your pants and underwear. 

“You always say that too,” husked as he undoes the lazily knotted sash of his yukata, letting it fall loose and expose his chiseled torso. Your eyes rake downward, appreciating a body you’ve indulged in a multitude of times as you sit up on your forearms. Stopped just short of the hard cuts of where his lower abs and obliques meet by the tip of Satoru’s finger at your chin. Pressing forward for another kiss as his forefinger curls to hook where it rested as his thumb presses against your chin. Holding you carefully as he gets comfortable. 

Smiling into the contact as you let your hands cup his cheeks, fingers pushing at the frames of his glasses before tossing them haphazardly to the side. Clattering noisily to the floor as your bodies shift, thighs coming to frame Satoru’s narrow hips before hooking your ankles at the base of his spine. Applying pressure with your heels until you can finally feel his length glide against your weeping slit. Gliding in the slickness as he adjusts with a groan, hand sliding to cup at the curve of your skull to deepen the kiss. 

Groaning softly in appreciation as your hips roll up into his, tongue sliding over his in a momentary shift of control. Rolling his own hips into yours to pull sweet mewls from you each time his cockhead bumps your throbbing clit, relishing in the gasps it elicits. 

Chuckling when your hands dip beneath the fabric of his clothing to push it from him completely, Satoru shrugging it off and tossing it away to join his glasses on the floor as he works to have you in an equal state of undress. Kiss only broken as he tugs your shirt over your head, chasing your lips the moment the offending fabric is bunched and discarded without care. 

A hunger festering with each rut into you until finally his teasing strokes catch at your entrance. Canting your hips reflexively for him to stretch you on him and it earns a playful coo, “want me that badly?” 

“Shut up,” whined even as your nails rake over the close buzz of his undercut and Satoru reaches between your bodies to grasp his shaft. Tilting his hips and leaning his face away from you just so he’s able to watch your lips part around a silent moan as he slips inside of you. Committing yet another moment of you taking each inch of him so well until he's buried to the hilt and your head lolls back into the few pillows you’d left on his mattress to memory.  

He’d tease you more, tell you how rude you are when he’s taking care of you but as velvet walls clench around him it steals his breath. Makes him feel like he’s finally home despite never leaving the sanctity of his estate today. Grinding down into you to give you that delicious friction to your clit that has your hips bucking out of sync with his own. Twitching into him each time as your sopping cunt slicks neatly trimmed hairs to his pelvis. 

Making your arch so beautifully off the bed, Satoru kissing along your jawline as he whispers sweet praises to you that makes you almost forget why you were angry in the first place. Handling you expertly just as he always does, putting your pleasure first as Satoru leans away to watch your tongue flick over kiss swollen lips as that telltale coil winds tightly in your lower belly. 

Setting a pace that has you seeing stars even the expanse of his Infinite Void fails to compare to. Tipping you over the edge and delivering you into sweet euphoria, arching high and Satoru sighs at the sound of your pitchy keen. Music to his ears when it’s broken by shuddering gasps, dragging himself closer until Satoru was just short of tumbling over the edge but who was he if he didn’t intentionally overwhelm your senses. 

Teasing you and only temporarily denying himself as he moves his hand between your bodies. Pace hastening causing the slick clicking of your cunt to crescendo into lewd squelching with each rut as the pad of his thumb finds your puffy clit. Already oversensitive from your climax only worsened and doing nothing to ease your descent back to earth. Keeping you on cloud nine, leaving you shuddering and gripping tightly at Satoru’s wrist as he expertly rolls the pert bud beneath his skilled digit. 

“Sa-Sa— ah-toru please,” reprieve or rapture you’re unsure of what you’re even pleading for but Gojo does. He always does as he kisses sweetly at the juncture of where your jaw and throat meet. Whispering strained, ‘I know’s and ‘I’ve got you’s. 

Teetering on the precipice of deliverance as if he weren’t already the Honored One and only you could assign him that title in the first place when he tangled with you like this. 

“You’ll forgive me, won’t you?” Whispered as featherlight as the palms that paw at you as your pliant body works him toward his demise Satoru has withheld from you both thus far. Ghosting over your ribs as his thumbs brush lovingly against the underside of your breasts as he continues to rhythmically drive into you. 

You don’t want to, you don’t, not this time. You don’t want to give into him once again, so easily after being so infuriated with him. What he’d done such a hefty insult that’s still gone unanswered. Jaw set tightly as your nostrils flare, exhaling in exasperation because you can’t take it anymore. Tears of frustration or from overstimulation you aren’t sure but the reasoning doesn’t matter as you finally hiss, “yes, I forgive you, yes. Please cum. Please, Satoru.”

And almost as soon as you concede, so does he, lips parting around a relieved groan as he achieves release. Long and low as it rumbles in his chest and reverberates against your own rib cage, painting velvet walls in pearly ropes. Rolls of his hips slowing to a gentle rock as he works you both down. Soft brushes of his lips to your temple, to the corners of your eyes where the tears still pool at your lashline and down the tear tracks before the venture leads to your lips. 

Taking them with care, affectionate yet bittersweet as he cradles you at your natural waist and base of your skull. Withdrawing his spent cock from you slowly, almost regretfully as you float back down to earth. 

You almost forget why you were so furious in the first place, could almost let it slide with his tender care in how he pulls you closer into his chest. Almost, until you feel him chuckle softly as he twirls the end of your hair as you tuck into his throat, “so, I’m off the hook after all right?” 

You sigh at that, sigh at how it’s never so serious with him. That you’re never that serious to him despite the home he’s made for you in his life. Inducting you in all the little ways like your toothbrush next to Satoru’s on a his and hers sink. Your own side of the closet, your own bedside table with all of your amenities and personal care items as well as your own side of a bed that had only been occupied by Gojo alone for so long.

But still, somehow, you feel left at arms length. That even as you feel his skin you feel a more tangible barrier than the Infinity he allows you through. 

You turn over in his arms, allow him to press a kiss to the shell of your ear as he conforms to the curve of your body. 

“Sure, Satoru. You’re off the hook,” just like every other time before that. Arguments and fights large and small.

He always won anyway.

[izvmimi]

cw: super self indulgent. reader has a huge family. lots of kids mentioned with names. pregnancy mention. reader is american and celebrates american thanksgiving. a/n: this is selfship content tbh. also is a follow-up of sorts to this fic.

Your mother has always been practically psychic, and as you’re helped out of the car by your husband, your four kids spilling out of the back rows of your van and running up the steps of your parents’ home, she’s already swung the door open and is standing on the front steps, apron dusty with flour on and hands rested on her hips.

“Ohhhhh my God, you are so big!” is the first thing that comes out of her mouth.

Your youngest, Kenji, is quick to jump in her arms, and you’re actually surprised he’s so warm to her, given that he’s only met her in person when he was still very young, but he’s already bouncing up and down in her arms, excited to see his grandmother. Your daughter Atsuna follows semi-shyly but receives her hugs and kisses earnestly just as well, and by the time you’ve finally made your way up the walkway to your childhood home, even Izumi has received his forehead kisses before handing over a bouquet of flowers, and Aki has already run in to find the rest of his extended family.

Your mom cups your face as you make it to her and you laugh, cupping hers back. She moves it side to side to inspect it, as she always has since you were a kid, and it reminds you of when she used to sit you on her lap and squeeze out blackheads from your face against your will. You have to admit that her fussing over you through FaceTime is not the same even if you argue that you’re too busy to visit the United States more often. Kenji and Atsuna disappear into the house to find their elder siblings, and you and your mom remain together to catch up.

“I meant you by the way.” She pokes your belly gently, and you can feel warmth getting to your cheeks. “Are you even allowed to fly when you’re that far along? You’re about to fill up the house.”

“They’re twins, that’s why,” you whine, and pout and she laughs and holds you close. Izuku makes sure the car is parked close enough to the line and she looks over at him. 

“Don’t worry, the neighbors aren’t bold enough to bother us. Park in the middle of the street if you want even.”

“Mom!” you start, but she laughs. “I’m not judging his parking, he’s just being too careful.” 

Izuku makes it up behind you and places his hand gently on the small of your back, his awkward smile making it clear that he’s not exactly sure what you were fussing about, but he, essentially Japanese, goes for a bow first. Your mom disregards that and reaches out for a warm hug, and then exchanges cheek kisses with him. 

“Is she treating you well?” she whispers just loudly enough into his ear for you to hear, and Izuku laughs. 

“Perfect actually. I couldn’t ask for anything else.”

“Good,” she says. “I raised her properly.” You pretend to roll your eyes at him and he holds your hand grinning, as all of you enter the warm house. 

It smells divine, and your younger sister is halfway inside the oven, checking on multiple trays of baked goods. You’re thankful she, the youngest, has always been the baker in the family because flour and yeast have personal beef with you, and you tap her on the shoulder, startling her out of her focus. 

She smiles widely as she sees you. 

“So you finally remembered you had family,” she teases, and you roll your eyes at her, but she gives you a warm hug. When you pull apart, she looks at your belly, and shakes your head.

“Again?” She says, raising an eyebrow.

You bump her childishly on the hip. “Don’t act like mom didn’t already tell you.” You’d meant to surprise her with yet another niece or nephew, but the running joke between your younger siblings is that you’re having all the kids so they don’t have to so no one is probably surprised. 

You catch up quickly, having just spoken a week earlier, and Atsuna soon wanders in between you and begs your sister if she can decorate the cake. Your sister acquiesces, and they have a riveting conversation about funfetti. You’re excited to meet her new boyfriend who’s coming later for dinner, and wonder if you should remind her not to use her Quirk on him ever, or if she has enough sense to act normal.

You continue to wander the house, finding that Izumi in between two of your three adult younger brothers, locked in a fierce match of NBA 2K, your own newest nephew nestled in your brother’s lap. Placing your hand on his face to disrupt his focus enough that he starts cursing, you snicker and scoop up the six month old in your other arm.

“Hi baby, how are you?” you coo, holding his little small hand. He gurgles at you and it warms your heart as you rock him a bit. You didn’t get to see him past Whatsapp pictures and vidchat and try to catch up on lost time. Aki slips behind you, peering at the child as well, and you ask if he’s met his little cousin yet. Aki nods, hands reaching for the child, and you hand him over, making sure to carefully adjust him in the 7 year old’s grasp. Aki’s green eyes watch with keen interest, but then your nephew reaches rapidly for his curls and Aki yelps and before there’s an incident you quickly rescue the little assailant.

“He’s mean,” Aki complains, frowning. 

“He’s just a baby,” you reply, but bend over and give him a kiss. “Sorry, he won’t do it again, will you?” you ask sternly to your charge. The baby giggles and claps his hands and Aki forgets he was ever angry.

Izuku is standing on the deck, locked in conversation with your father as he lights the grill, Kenji squirming as usual in his grasp with your husband having absolutely zero plans to let him go off to cause destruction. Kenji whines and soon activates his Quirk, his legs moving practically at mach speed, but Izuku’s grip is irontight because he’s not in the mood to see his son’s head and body stuck between the slats of the deck on Thanksgiving day. You give your dad a kiss on the cheek and ask him what they’re talking about.

“Economics,” is all your dad responds.

You immediately bow out and Izuku laughs as your dad shrugs.

“See. Like I said you need a good accountant because she’s always thought money grows on trees, and you shoot back a glare, but Izuku smiles reassuringly.

“Actually she’s always thoughtful and kind with our finances.”

Your father grumbles, but you can see the corner of his mouth pull up as he starts to put the meat on the grill. 

—

Dinner is finally set and Izumi puts far too many sweets on his plate, only to get them cleared off by your mother and exchanged for vegetables and Aki picks around all of his turkey for mashed potatoes and every other carb. Your dad takes obvious offense to it, but Izuku is enthusing him on his brining technique, to keep him distracted.

“So how many buildings did you destroy in the past year?” your youngest brother asks, interjecting as Izuku starts to go on his own tangent about smoking versus brining versus broiling meat. Izuku shifts gears quickly, unphased.

“Actually we’ve kept the property damage to a minimum-”

“If you ask this question again, I’m taking your gaming rig to pieces,” you threaten, pointing a fork at him. He raises two hands, but laughs, knowing that the question was mainly to harass, not ask for clarification. Izuku reddens, then laughs nervously.

“Mrs. ___, the mac and cheese is amazing, and this pie!” he glances at your sister, maker of the pie, who’s already cleared her plate with a slightly sour expression on her face. Her boyfriend has not stopped staring at Izuku since he arrived ten minutes before dinner, and it’s awkward, and part of you wants to suggest he get the autograph he so desperately wants and move on. 

“You’re welcome!” your mom sings cheerfully in your sister’s place. She’s not actually a fan of mac and cheese, favoring jollof rice and chicken instead but you and your siblings have pushed for a traditional thanksgiving since you were young, so she’s gotten better at American dishes. She claps her hands together.

“Now everyone, I want you all to say one thing you’re thankful for before the meal is done.”

The room is quiet as everyone ruminates, save for the sound of Kenji still kicking his feet, albeit pacified by the cellphone one of your brothers hands him. You hope that somehow he’ll get that back by the end of the night.

Atsuna nearly knocks over her cup of apple cider while reaching for another roll of cornbread but her father salvages it with Blackwhip, which makes your own father’s eyes grow wide like he’s just seen a king cobra, and Izuku murmurs a word of apology. Your brothers all laugh, and Aki looks around, clearly not understanding what’s funny, his dad uses his Quirk almost reflexively, but laughs too to keep the peace.

Izumi stuffs his face to avoid talking and before you can narrow your eyes at him, Atsuna quickly pipes up that she’s happy the plane didn’t hit turbulence and kill them all. Your mother tilts her head but Atsuna looks satisfied, and you don’t comment further. 

“Can’t you float?” Izumi says through mouthfuls of pie and Izuku gives him an exasperated look, but Atsuna answers peacefully, “Yeah, but I don’t know how to organize a funeral for the rest of you.”

Your jaw drops open, but your mom looks between the both of them and laughs loudly, as do your siblings. Your dad, unenthused, shakes his head, while Izuku keeps his eyes on his plate.

Aki pipes up and says he’s thankful for a big family which brings a bunch of awws to the table. Izumi murmurs something about being a showoff which your sister, in a glance, activates her Quirk enough to mute his voice.

He gasps and covers his mouth.

“I’ll give it back if you’re nice!” She sings. Izumi looks practically shocked and helpless.

Your brother nudges him, grinning. “Make sure she remembers to give it back. I once took an unintentional vow of silence for a week.”

Izumi looks pale and you try not to laugh. Your sister gives a laundry list of things she’s thankful for including her new job opportunities, the fact that all of her family is present at dinner, and shouts out her nervous boyfriend who stammers before he speaks.

“Thankful for you, Mr. Japan!” he stammers first and your brothers stifle laughter, and secondhand embarrassment threatens to take you and your eldest son’s life. Izuku laughs awkwardly and your sister glares daggers at her soon to be fanboy ex.

The rest of the family shares their thanks, even your littlest one says thanks for pie, and dinner is over without too much consequence. By the time you’ve hugged and kissed everyone goodbye, taking your small tribe back to your rented vacation home, the kids fast asleep in the back of the van, one thing’s for sure - you are blessed to have the wonderful family you have.

“I always forget how crazy your family is,” Izuku chuckles as he drives. His hand holds yours tightly over the car console, thumb stroking your palm as he focuses on the road. 

“Explains me, doesn’t it?” you answer. You grin widely and chance to give him a kiss on the cheek. Behind you, Izumi, who apparently isn’t sleeping, starts to whine, having been unmuted by your sister just before you parted for the evening.

“Can you guys stop being gross for like ten seconds?” 

“Aren’t you thankful your parents love each other, lil’ buddy?” Izuku replies, patient as always. You can both see Izumi shake his head in the rear view and cross his arms, grumpy as always.

“I’m thankful for you!” you tease, and he looks up, then away, but you can still see his pout which, knowing that even if you can’t see it, he’s blushing the same way his father does.

[punkeropercyjackson]

Afrolatino Jason needs to be written not as a black Jason but Jason as a black character.Jason within canon already has all the qualities for a good black character except acttually being of african heritage and this is where the problems with fanon potrayals come in because they change him too much and at the same time,don't actually employ blackness into him as anything but an aesthetic or quirk

As an afrolatino and afrolatina(genderfluid and bigender)who started reading comics due to starting to selfship with Jason because i watched Utrh,it hurts but also makes me so fucking angry that these people have the audacity to act like they're doing it out of love for Jason when they don't even love him enough to respect his personality,coping mechanisms and relathionships because they only care about how hot he is and that's all that was needed to ruin his entire character in fan content for years and years and years,all because they can't handle unconventional characters despite their self-proclaimed freakiness.Adding 'Snowbunny' to your list of fetishes you have for Jason isn't representation and you've all treated him worse than DC ever has and yeah,i'm including Ditf

Stop taking Duke from Jason and Jason from Duke-Stop taking EVERYTHING from Duke to give it your ugly ass white boys Jason would hate anyway.Stop hypermasculinizing and oversexualizing him.Stop making him stupid and uncultured.Stop making him a fucking misogynist and animalistic.Stop forcing him to be best friends with Roy and Tim when he's never liked them that much and he never will and it makes sense with his character.Stop just slapping melanin onto him and calling it black character design.Stop being fake or just don't headcanon him as black-latino at all because it's not your call to begin with and my nonblack and white afrolatino Jason hc'ing friends started seeing him that way because i told them why i did and they thought it made sense and wanted to be supportive too and a racist ass of an ex-friend immediately jumped to 'Um but he's got anger issues and violent tendencies so ion know :/' without even hearing me out first when I'M the one who's actually a nigga and she did/said tons of microaggressions i didn't pick up on and started whining about me being 'mean' and 'innapropriate' for getting her ass post-realization and making a slave master joke at her expense for speaking over me on purpose

This is exactly what i mean cause that's how Y'ALL react to being called out on YOUR microaggressions towards Jason,both the afrolatino interpretation and canon compliant Jason with your ableist stereotyping and harmful anti-recovery headcanons(see the hypermasculinizing and oversexualizition i mentioned for both of those),and Duke and Cass too although she is nonblack she's worth mentioning since i brought Snowbunnies which are rooted in racialized misogyny and y'all need to stop feminizing and infantalizing her.She's a canon tomboy and she grown too and more 'unhinged' as y'all put it than Jason is textually and him and Duke are either equally chaotic or Duke is even more chaos.Back to reactions,nobody says jackshit about the 'Jason fucked Talia' jokes when that scene was csa,incest and anti-arab propaganda all in one or 'Jason grew up to date his brothers exes' that's deadass just child grooming that ALSO relies on thee most misogynoiristic incarnation of Kory ever and the constant gender essentialism and ableist termology thrown at Jason that he CANONICALLY defies and even expresses to be against.But when black Batfam fandom members get mean about the Duke exclusion and Cass' too out of poc solidarity,suddenly we need to chill and stop making things that deep and learn to curate to curate our experience

No.YOU need to curate your experience.Find the story you want instead of gentrifying the Batfam and grooming minors into it.Duke is a Batboy,a Robin and a Batkid so he's part of Batfam lore.Duke is Jason's favorite brother so he's a part of Jason's story and black solidarity is essential to writing a black character.Which is what afrolatino Jason is SUPPOSED to be and if additional Bats are needed,then it should be black ones like Duke.Afrolatino Jason HAS to be a black character.He needs Duke.He needs black Outlaws.He needs to love woc in general but especially black women.He needs to defy male expectations,not live up to them.He needs connections to his black roots,including his apperance

Jason Todd needs to be a black character,not just a mischaracterized mess that dosen't appreciate him and what makes irl black people see him the same as us.Afrolatino Jason was made by us,FOR us and you have no place headcanoning him that way if you aren't going to do it like we do.Afrolatino Jason is not your fetish and canon Jason dosen't wanna be seen as one to begin with.PUT SOME RESPECT TO HIS NAME!!!!!!!!

[olderthannetfic]

About selfshipping and purity culture: Me and my bff are selfshippers (20+ years olds so young adults) and we don't understand all this purity bullshit when we see people whine about who selfships with who (though we rarely tend to stumble across those posts, because we carved our little space here and tend to mind our buisiness)

There are a few times where I go out of my "comfort zone" and then I stumble upon antis who are selfshippers (though I don't interact at all) and I just roll my eyes at them, a lot of them are children/terminally online adults.

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Yeah, as I've said elsewhere, I think a lot of the general perception of any group comes from the people who decide to Make It Other People's Problem.

The selfshippers who aren't a blight upon tumblr just aren't that visible because you guys are busy doing your thing. The emotionally incontinent drama queens harassing others are loud.

[psystirene]

rain world hug headcanons ig???

ok I can't find it anymore but I saw a post about which slug was best for hugging (saint or gourmand) and it made me want to make this. so uhm enjoy i guess

This isn't meant for any selfship reasons or whatever, but if you wanna see it that way for FP and NSH then. I understand (I LOVE NSH)

Transcript under Read More just in case my handwriting sucks! Also a bit extra cause whatever

Pebbles: Will whine about it, starts sobbing and refuses to let go (doesn't want anyone seeing him bawl + emotionally repressed)

Spearmaster: Hasn't hugged anyone but Seven Red Suns, will do nothing but appreciates it, sharp. (Spearmaster has had a stressful and sheltered life. overall likes affection but wouldn't know how to deal with it so you know)

Enot: Slimy but soft, warm?? clingy, might bite you (Enot is a little weirdo. I think they would be a good scug to cuddle with if you don't mind the whole gooey thing)

Arti: Actually awesome, her fur is bristly though, feels safe :) (Artificer would actually give great hugs, would feel comforting and protective (???). MOM HUGS)

NSH: Great in theory but would be so goofy about it, unless whoever they're hugging is really upset. Clothes giver btw (It takes a lot to get Siggy to take anything seriously and they would just be silly about it. Clothes giver thing speaks for itself)

Scav King: I don't know how you ended up here- Would be hesitant. Then scav group hug, that or the whole tribe stares at you with potentially violent intent (honestly didn't know who else to put here and I thought it would be funny if scavs had like. some sort of like, "huddling for warmth" instinct (??), hence, hug one scav, and end up in a sleep pile)

[over--heaven]

oc (s/i) x canon week day 2+6

prompts: studying + "i demand cuddle time"

canon characters: dio brando (jojo's bizarre adventure)

word count: 510

notes: UHHH first time ever posting my writing on this blog please be very niceys to me

taglist: @cinnbar-bun | @violetsareblue-selfships | @iceicewifey | @tidekissed | @dmclr | click here to be on the list

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the incessant sound of eloise’s keyboard clacking away was beginning to get annoying. it was the only ambient noise filling the living room besides the quiet hum of her computer’s cooling fans. dio craned his neck from the sofa to look at his girlfriend sitting at the dinner table. it had been nearly two hours since she had planted herself there, legs crossed on the seat. chuckling to himself at the way her eyebrows knitted together in frustration, dio continued to observe her for a few moments before turning back to his book.

not a second later, eloise swore out loud at her laptop screen.

“you alright, love?” he asked, eyes still fixed on his reading. 

“yeah. oh, yeah. it’s all going swimmingly.”

silence hung in the air, and despite hiding her face behind the computer screen, eloise knew that from his place on the couch dio was giving her a look of judgement.

she sighed. “... no, everything is going to shit. nobody in this group knows how to format citations, i’m pulling conclusions out of my ass because nobody is replying to my messages, and i’ve been trying to rephrase this sentence for 20 minutes.”

dio laughed as she began to ramble, complaining about her useless groupmates and their less than satisfactory contributions. familiarizing himself with some of the more unsavoury words in her native language allowed him to easily pick up certain parts of her rant, an amused smile continuing to grow on his face. 

her voice died down and the end of her last sentence withered into a weary sigh. dio placed his book on the coffee table, removing himself from to sofa to make his way to eloise.

“you know what? i demand cuddle time.” he announced, patting her shoulder with a firm hand. the girl looked blankly up at him through her glasses. the corner of her lip quirked up in a lopsided smile paired with an incredulous laugh.

“what do you mean you ‘demand cuddle time’?” dio stared down at her with furrowed brows as she questioned him, as if she were asking the most ridiculous question in the world.

he then gave her a wide, toothy smile before responding. “i don’t know how much clearer i can get with that, darling. i hate seeing you so stressed out, so i’m telling you to come and cuddle with me instead.”

“but our deadline is tonight.” she whined, burying her face into his stomach. her arms wrapped around his waist as the soothing cotton scent of his shirt flooded her brain. maybe cuddle time was a good idea after all.

“elo, it’s 10.45 in the morning. you have time.” dio’s warm voice brought her back down to earth. he gently stroked her head before cupping her face between his palms. “just step away from it for an hour or so. rest your brain a little, then you can go back to being the sole contributor of your group project. yes?”

eloise nodded with a smile, allowing her head to rest in his hands. “okay.”

[skyliv]

selfshipping wlweek day three!

Date Night @rexscanonwife

this one barely fits, i won’t even beat around the bush, ive just been working on this drabble for a bit since ive been struggling with being able to represent them in certain situations (bad way of saying i can’t write liv being evil because im worried that if i go too far i may be looked at weird for making it almost suggestive) but i’m working on it! if my upcoming summer class doesn’t eat my writing soul i’ll try to get out another chapter/part of this one! i love them as basic spider/ock…

She’d never want to admit that this was their idea of a date.

An actuator held against her chest, its claws splayed out like the paw of a beast as faint pumps of air seemed to blow right through her. Sky-Spider winced, the now narrow eyes of her mask mirroring her squint when her back hit the cold counter with a booming thud. The intensity of the lab’s fluorescent lights felt piercing, but she still felt hot, almost inexplicably so. Not from the blow to the abdomen, nor the rush of the battle.

Thankfully this wasn’t much of a battle.

“You slipped,” Doctor Octopus’s sharp voice sliced through her thoughts. But now the voice that could have frozen Sky in her tracks didn’t even make her flinch, at least not too much. If anything, Olivia sounded more like a doting teacher chiding her assistant. Just… Not her student.

“What’s wrong? Spider tingle not working? Or were you distracted.” She sneered

Sky-Spider blinked rapidly, before scrunching her face and trying to squirm out of the tentacle. “I said don’t call it that,” She groans as she rolls her head back. The feathers of her mask swipe over the counter behind her.

Olivia’s lips curve into a smug smile. Her thin frame rises with the three extra tentacles behind her, and she looms over the heroine just a few inches away. She’s in the full costume, she insisted that it’d make the training more realistic, and anyone could argue for that.. Except for Sky, who knew that the answer to Olivia’s question was the latter option.

Sky-Spider kept her eyes narrowed, her nose scrunched and a scowl on under the mask. “I’m not convinced that your little sense just wasn’t working.” Olivia just tilts her head ever so slightly, her smile growing for a silent moment before she pushes the tentacle more onto the hero’s chest.

“Woah, hey!” Sky-Spider exclaimed, the motion pushing her upper back more onto the countertop. She’s nearly sitting up there, one hand barely holding herself up on the wall just behind her. Octavius leans on the counter herself, one hand on the edge and the other roughly removing Sky-Spider’s mask. She pushes it off and slides it to the side. Although, Lucielle was more worried about how much that ruined her hair, tousling it back and pushing her bangs up like a lion’s mane. Her identity had been revealed long ago, at least to Olivia, and it was a marvel how it hadn’t been leaked yet.

“If this was anyone else, you would’ve been done for!” Olivia chides, bringing her other hand to the edge on Lucielle’s other side. The Spider looks absolutely livid, and she rolls her eyes stubbornly before looking away. Olivia was far too busy laughing, almost buckling forward when she removed the tentacle from holding the other woman. She drops her head, hair pooling at Lucielle’s shoulders as they almost touch.

“Come on…” Sky whines, her heartbeat picking up some at the proximity. They weren’t on the best terms, exactly, but even then Lucielle has made plenty of complaints to the Bugle out of costume to make sure no one got it twisted. “Gull sliced through my leg yesterday, doc, I’m tired!”

“But you still showed up!” Olivia taunted. She finally falls a little, the cold steel of her corset hitting Sky’s stomach. The doctor is practically on top of her, like a cat who can’t get close enough, rubbing up with affection. Liv’s near cackles die down to faint giggles, and she steps back with her hands under Lucielle’s shoulders, thumbs brushing against the feathery collar of the suit. Two of the actuators snake back up, the others still quietly slithering about like living beasts; they snake around the hero’s back and help hoist her up. She could stand on her own, of course, but she was being handled like a fragile animal now.

Sky-Spider, always excelling in her anxiety, squeaked a little when she was held like a plush toy. “And?!” She bites back a louder retort. If most anyone else did this, like when the press kept calling her “friend shaped,” she’d lash out in embarrassment- But with the doctor? She couldn’t stay mad at her for long, there was something about her: that stupid smug smile, the crooked canine tooth visible when she grinned, the way her face creased with each expression, and even the way shorter strands of hair could get stuck under her goggles or her warm face. Lucielle’s arms are sort of limp, her legs rise a little, and she scowls when the tentacles coil around her chest twice more.

“And?” Liv chuckles, “It’s cute, that’s all!” She pulls her arms back, holding them wide in a theatrical manner. Lucielle reacts quickly by trying to push the tentacles off her, a hint of warmth rising to her face. They don’t budge, she wasn’t expecting them to, but she just wanted to make a show of it.

“Well, I- I just like to keep up promises!” Sky stammers. “You know! I don’t want to ruin your day by calling in sick-“

Olivia drags the Spider closer in a flash, and brings a nimble hand to her jaw. Her thumb pushes up Sky’s cheek, and the rest of her fingers curl as she scrutinizes the hero in front of her. She laughed under her breath at the sight and sensations, she never imagined she could’ve been able to be this carefree when it came to the same pest that used to steal stuff from right under her nose. And she found the Spider cute in a way, that was a plus.

“Aww, always so dedicated to the job,” She teased, keeping one hand fast on the Spider’s jaw to hold her still. Olivia runs her thumb over the other’s brow, her eyelid, really anywhere on that sweet face she could reach. She brushed over any blemishes, over faint scars and just focusing on how warm she got. “Now, do you surrender?”

Sky does all she can to hold back a smile, her body is tense and she keeps her gaze away. She lets her head loll back with a sigh, but it’s quickly caught as a claw holds up her head. She can feel the way a few strands of hair fall into the center chamber of the actuator, how it adjusts itself behind her like a proper hand. Her few moments of silence don’t get her anywhere, however, as the tentacles tighten their grip with so little as a blink from Olivia.

“I won’t hold it against you!” The doctor croons, walking the fingers of her free hand up the side of the Spider’s torso. The simplest touch there causes her to flinch, and her face grows pink as she bites back a noise.

“God- Fine!” She complains, but her chance to speak more is cut off by an enthusiastic shout from the doctor.

“Yes!” Olivia exclaimed, her smile widening as she leans back again to Lucielle. The two free actuators were twirling about behind her, like a dog wagging its tail. “Ohh you dear, sweet spider! You’ve no idea how much that’ll benefit my reputation.”

“Hey, hey! I thought you said-“

Sky is silenced again, but this time by a gloved palm over her mouth. Her words come to a halt with a squeak, and her body reacts like a flip is switched, burning up as her hands shake in front of her. She felt dazed, more flustered than anything at the barest hint of playful condescension. A punch to the gut was nothing, nor was the constriction from the actuators, but now this teasing gesture had Sky short circuit more than she ever has.

“I’m not using it against you, I’m using it for me,” Olivia answers calmly, “It’s much different.. I’ve got a circle of my own! If word gets out I won a battle, I’d be trusted with much, much more.” A finger tapped on Sky’s cheek as she still held over the heroine’s mouth and rambled.

If she weren’t being silenced, Lucielle still wouldn’t have replied, she couldn’t get over the way she was held. And unfortunately for her, the doctor noticed. Olivia wanted to take the kinder route, but she felt that it wasn’t in her nature, so she’d have to improvise. She lifts her hand and lets the main tentacle that bound Lucielle loosen and slither back. The second is still by the back of her head, coiled around her shoulders like a scarf, but it’s as loose as it was before.

Olivia looks away for the slightest moment. “Sorry. I got carried away,” She mutters.

Sky-Spider is still just standing there, almost shaken. Her face is red and her heart is racing like a rabbit’s. “I- Well,” She begins, before swallowing, “No, you don’t have to apologize.” She shakes her hands.

Olivia’s brows knit together, and she raises her goggles to sit atop her forehead. Sky was getting at something, and Olivia was wracking her brain to figure out what. It could have to do with the touch, of Olivia’s inner circle of Fisk’s men. Maybe it had to do with Lucielle’s identity, the fact she was only hired to the Bugle for gay diversity. Or the talking? The doctor knew she get out of hand at times, she’d heard that her entire life, but this hero was someone who she couldn’t just figure out.

There’s some silence, until Sky-Spider speaks up.

“The reason you hit me was because I got distracted.”

Olivia brings her hands to her stomach, absentmindedly pulling at her gloves as she listened. She had only suggested that as a joke, and nods to let the other woman go on.

“It always happens.. I look at your face and I just slip up.”

If it weren’t for the quietness of the hero, Olivia would’ve tried to kiss her right there, but she didn’t want to lose this. She’s lost so much before, but now she felt more of a need to keep this dynamic going. So, in return, she smiles, and there’s only a hint of that mischief in her sharp stare. She closes her eyes and nods in approval, letting the last tentacle around Sky to tense and drag the woman closer.

She leans down a little, just barely enough so that they’re at eye level, and so that Sky-Spider can drink in her smug smile. “Thanks.” Is all Liv answers with.

But, that seemed to work, as Sky tenses up once again. Her eyes widen, the feather boa around her neck seems to bristle, Olivia was impressed how a single word could cause such a reaction. She’d be quick to admit that testing Sky’s reactions would be a lovely experiment.

[sapphire-heart-tippy]

I'M SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN TO SOUND ANGRY AT YOU 😭 i was just venting about villain selfshipping because i ship my oc with prosciutto from la squadra and i've been getting a lot of harassment on twitter and ig over how "prosciutto is a cold-hearted assassin who will never love your oc!" and i'm just like "you're just a killjoy and in my au he loves her very much"

I'M SORRY THE ANGRY SOUNDING SECOND PARAGRAPH WASN'T DIRECTED AT YOU, PLEASE DON'T BE MAD 😔😭

It's all good!! 💪 I just had a difficult time reading that day due to brain fog is all hrrghrghhgrrgh-

But yeah, people just love to whine and complain when it comes to those who selfship with villains x_x "but but but he's like... Evil!!! 🥺 He wouldn't love you!!" Babe, yes he would, now shush 😭 if it bothers them so much, they can just block us 💙

I would get (and still occasionally) get so much shit for being in love with Vanilla. Mainly because people thought I was "stealing him away from Dio", and that he could never love me because he's only in love with Dio

Like I've said before! If people shipping with villains makes them so mad then... Hit that ol block button and don't waste your breath 😭

Don't listen to those jerks, they just don't like fun 🤣