#lord knows i aint about to look up his name

[trashcanfills]

May I please have something with Cassidy and Hanzo where they’re introduced to reader on a mission and reader can’t help but say “woah, you’re hella pretty”

OwO yes this is a very good ask anon I like you. Also Im still dhjdjejss over the name change for the cowboy because of ALL FUCKING NAMES YOU PICK STH THAT SOUNDS THE LEAST COWBOY??? At least make him mcsomething bruh.

Then again if I was called Cole Cassidy and I wanted to be a cowboy I would def call myself Jesse Mcdonalds because it aint cOWBOY ENOUGH.

Now to actually answer the ask

Compliments in First Meeting

Cole Cassidy

“Well, I sure ain’t as pretty as you, sweet thing.” ;)

As soon as you finish saying that phrase, this man will not miss a beat in returning the favor.

Like cmon, Cole Cassidy has a talent with his words. He is def gon be that one smooth motherfucker with dem pickup linea yall.

He does like genuine compliments but won’t be too flustered by them in general unless it’s about something unexpected on himself or beautifully worded. I say this because Cole is a rather attractive looking person himself with a good variety of skillsets, so people HAVE come on to him a lot. As such, he is really experienced with the sweet talk.

That said, after the mission, do be prepared for the cowman to start some harmless flirting with you. Now that he knows you consider him cute in some way, he’s going to try and fluster you in some manner for his own entertainment.

Depending on your response, Cole would either keep on teasing you, or stop if you indicate some form of discomfort. Just be careful not to get a crush on him based solely on these interactions. Lord knows how many people he has to let down because of his charms.

Shimada Hanzo

Scoffs. Rolls his eyes for good measure and tells you to concentrate on the mission.

But if you are observant enough, you miiight notice that his ears are a bit red after that. Hehe xp

Shimada Hanzo, like Cole Cassidy, is one fucking fine specimen of a man. The only difference is how approachable they are. While Cole usually looks very friendly and chill, Hanzo looks incredibly intimidating and judgemental af.

As such, the amount of people who would genuinely compliment Hanzo is almost little to none, because the ones who think he’s hot would be too scared to say that to his resting bitch face, and those who do compliment on his appearance usually are just sucking up to him in some manner.

Hanzo is aware of his good looks. For sure. He was once the heir of the prestigious Shimada clan for god’s sake. With looks, money, status, and competence, this guy was prob like one of the most unattainable bachelors in his youth back when he was still in the clan. I can imagine him getting tons of letters from secret admirers writing literal poetry about his appearance, to which he then dumped into the trash because he didn’t care about crushes then.

So if you actually said that Hanzo’s pretty to his face, he’s gon brush it off at first as someone trying to butter him up, a bit flustered because rarely anyone nowadays actually says it blunt to his face (since he aint heir to the clan anymore and is just a mercenary/overwatch agent). Later on though when he realises you were being genuine and is just. Oh.

Hilariously Hanzo is gonna do the opposite of Cole and actually avoid you for a while lmao. He is absolutely not used to ppl being nice, genuine or kind to him in that sense. He’s also like ??? are u gon start hitting on him??? Because he’s pretty??? Yea poor guy has bad ppl skills pls be patient.

Its alright haha over time if you dont make a big deal abt it or u seem chill and hang out with him more Hanzo would prob be ok with you.

There will be times where Hanzo happens to recall that first meeting moment and he will just be flushing a bit in mixed embarrassment/appreciation/self-loathe before moving on. He’s really not used to direct compliments that is not abt his skills.

I know there are older asks I should have answered lmao but this one somehow was able to get my creative juices on the go so lucky u anon

[muse-of-fandoms]

If Season 4 follows the five-in-high-school route, I predict that none of his classmates will give a fuck, too tired to care and way too used to the drama known as school to give more than 1 shit about our feral, beloved blorbo

Your new clasmate has the same last name as the most influential guy on the planet? Good for him, they have five people on campus who share the same last name with taylor swift

Is named five? You have 2 relatives named Girlie and a friend with the first name lord. You aint special

Is a genius at science and math but doesnt know how to talk to people without insulting him? Gifted kid who has zero fucks to give and honestly? Relatable as f

Almost fistfights your history teacher? Eh, mr Aron is a dickwad anyway, he can shove his homophbic shit up his ass

His so called family is a bunch of dudes who look nothing alike and are actually his brothers despite all of them being 30? Adoption exists

Like, as much as I want these regular people to be put off by five and the sheer insanity that surounds him, I know that modern teenagers would probably just take a look at him, shrug, call him asshole and move on with thier lives with the ocassional 'did you hear that the Five guy almost murdered our principal?' 'Ms Claudia deserves it with all the bullshit ahe puts us through, wanna invite him to the party next week?'

[belphegorspillow]

Soul Bound [Obey Me x GN!Mc] [Soulmate AU]

Soul Bound [Obey Me x GN!Mc] [Soulmate AU]

Chapter 3: Orange Tattoo 

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Mc’s eyes went straight over to the new person’s hand, the orange marking of a snake with a controller would permanently stay there on his hand, Mc was glad that the orange tattoo was hidden by their clothing. 

“I vote you to die Mammon.” The new male entered the room, hissing towards his brother. “Gah...Levi...” Mammon’s eyes widened a bit as he looked at him before looking over at MC. “Uhm listen human. This here is Leviathan, the Avatar of Envy. He’s the third oldest of us brothers. Since he’s name is sorta hard to say, ya can just call him Levi. Let’s move on to ya room-” He got cut off by Levi

 “Give me my money, Mammon...Then go crawl in a hole and die.” Mammon tensed up a bit and looked at his brother before smiling nervously. “Come on, I told ya I’d get it to you! I just need a little more time.... And You still want me to die even if I give it back? That’s real harsh, Levi!”

“A little more time? How much more?” Levi asked again and stared at Mammon. “A little more! Means a little more time okay!” Levi growled a bit. “You’ve been saying that for the last 200 years Mammon.” Mammon shook his head. “260 years! Get it right Levi!” “Unbelievable.” Levi huffed. “Seriously Mammon, you’re a-”

“Scum? Is that what you’re gonna say?” The back and forth batter continued between the siblings as Mc was silently watching. They glanced at their small bag that contained a few of their items and took out their D.D.D, starting to type on it again to try and add into the conversation. “Hey Human! Remember my advice? Either run or die. Well one of us is gonna die. And it aint gonna be me!” Mammon ran off, leaving MC and Levi alone.

“Wha- Dammit Mammon...That ass... he ran off...!” Levi huffed before focusing his attention towards MC. “Do you realize what just happened? Mammon used you as a distraction to get away from me. Or maybe I sould say he used you as a sacrifice.... I’ll admit that Mammon is one of the scummiest scumbags you’ll ever meet...A total low life....but still, it was dumb of you to let him use you like that.”

“This is EXACTLY why humans are-” Levi soon stopped himself from continuing and hummed. “Wait a second...Humans...yes... I got an idea.  Are you free right now? Of course you are! You got to be! Even if you aren’t, Either way, you’re coming with me.” Levi grabbed onto Mc’s arm and started to pull them into the direction of his room.

A ping came from Mc’s D.D.D and they looked to see Mammon’s messages

Mammon

Heya, I suddenly remembered I have some business I gotta take care of. So if ya need something, just ask Levi. *Sticker*

Just don’t go running and telling Lucifer about this. *Sticker*

MC *Sticker*

Mammon *Sticker*

Levi dragged MC inside and locked the door after checking to see if anyone saw them.  He turned to look at Mc, who seemed to be admiring his room a bit. “Hey normie!” 

Mc looked over at Levi and tilted their head, pointing at themself. “Yeah! You.” Mc looked back at the books, seeing large thick books with “Tales of the Seven Lords” written on the spine of the book.

“What is it human? What are you looking at?” Mc pointed at the books. Levi took a moment before a small smile appeared on his face. “Wait...that looks like. The tales of the Seven Lords. Are you a fan of that too?”

Mc knew of the series, their [use-to-be] best friend would always chatter about how they loved the Lord of Fools. Mc took out their D.D.D, typing away.

“Are you searching-” The D.D.D was soon showed to him. ‘I know of it, my old best friend was obsessing over. I know what it’s about. I watched all the movies’

“Then what’s the first lord’s name?” Levi grabbed the D.D.D. “Just mouth out, you could be searching it up if I let you type.” Mc was silent, trying to remember the important points of the story

‘Was it the Lord of Emptiness?” “Wrong!” Levi said after reading what Mc was mouthing to him. “That’s the seventh lord! Since you don’t know anything. I’ll tell you about it.” Levi started a rant about the tales of the seven lords, the important plot points, each of the lords and Henry. It was like Mc had rewatched the movies... before he started to ramble about his jealousy on humans.

He soon stopped his rant, realising he was getting off topic. “Alright, I didn’t bring you here to tell you about TSL. I don’t think there is any harm in just coming out and saying what you already know is true: Mammon is a complete and utter scumbag. It’s very important you understand this. So I’ll say it one more time. Mammon is a hopeless worthless scumbag. I leant him money and now I want him to pay me back. but being the scumbag that he is, he won’t do it. I wish I could force him to, but despite what a rotten waste of space he is, Mammon’s still the second oldest. As the third oldest, no matter how hard I try, I don’t stand a chance against him...” 

He explained how Mammon had gotten a figurine he wanted, yet it was left on the floor in Mammon’s room with the dirt, and how he got traumatized by Mammon sleeping naked.

“You’ve seen how fast Mammon is, No one aside from Lucifer or Beel has that kind of speed.. But if,say, a human made a pact with Mammon and bound him to their service.” A wicked grin appeared on Levi’s face. “then he’d have to do whatever that human told him to. Which means that if you make a pact with mammon and then order him to give me back my money... he wouldn’t have any choice but to do it.”

‘A Pact?’ Mc showed the phone screen to Levi for him to read. “A pact with a demon? Haven’t you seen it in movies. A demon lends his strength to a human to make their wish come true in exchange for their soul.” Mc shook their head, they didn’t want to give up their soul.

“You don’t have to give your soul necessary. It depends on what’s in the pact. But, well, you need to give something to the demon to make it worth the exchange. So it’s pretty much inevitable. If you don’t want to give up your soul, then I’ll tell you how to negotiate with Mammon. It will be useful for you to have him as your servant, despite how awful he is, he is still a powerful demon. But I bet you feel worried, being dragged down here to the Devildom and all. So it won’t be a bad deal for you either. Don’t you agree”

Mc looks at him and nods their head, it was atleast worth an attempt. Levi would then tell Mc the plan on how to get Mammon

Mc was exploring around, entering into a library room. ‘Sign language books must be in here...’ Mc thought to themself as they went inside. Their eyes trying to read as fast as they could, going through each section before pulling out a book. ‘Sign Language for dummies’ Mc just rolled their eyes at the name and started to head out.

“I see you are up late.” A new voice entered the room and Mc looked over at the entrance to see Lucifer, who was holding a cup of coffee in his hand. “Looking for something.” Mc nodded their head and started to mouth.

‘I was, and I found what I wanted.’ They mouthed slowly. Lucifer went closer and noticed the book underneath Mc’s arm. “I see you were getting a sign language book?”

Mc tenses up a bit and nods. ‘I wanted to show Mammon some sign language.’ Mc mouthed, it was a lie, but Lucifer couldn’t know.

“I see, well I was going to come and collect a sign language book as well. We need to make sure you are comfortable. So learning some would be helpful to be able to understand so you don’t have to mouth out and type.” Mc soon shook their head and started to mouth. ‘You don’t have to, I can handle mouthing out and typing.’ Lucifer shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll make sure all my brothers know how to understand sign.” Lucifer took out a book off the shelf that had sign language written on the cover.

‘Good night.’ Mc mouthed before heading out quickly. Mc was going to need to learn this all in a night... 

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Chapter 4: A Gold[ie] Pact [7.2.23]

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Taglist:  @candlewitch-cryptic , @iamqueenlila

[dr-goatman]

gods, will graham and hannibal are so codependent

hannibal saw that will wasnt on time for his appointment, so he looked visibly sad and hurt, a rarity. he locked his hands together to keep from calling him, and likely to try and soothe worry. he looked a tad confused why he was feeling these things AND THEN HE DROVE A FUCKING HOUR JUST TO SEE WILL, AT THE FUCKING FBI WHATEVER ITS CALLED hannibal needs will. he may not like that he needs will at first, but that doesnt change the fact that he does.

will graham went to fucking europe to find hannibal and discover his past. on the way he broke into hannibals childhood home, got held at gunpoint by chiyoh, hannibals kinda-sister [i love her btw], kissed her, got thrown off a train by her, then walked lord knows how long, INJURED, to civilization, and then continued on to search for hannibal, finding him, then eventually getting almost killed by him [again]. BUT it was particularly brutal this time, he literally like was getting a bonesaw taken to his fucking skull, he was gonna get his brain eaten

OH YEAH BUT IT WAS LITERALLY PAINLESS!!!! HE WAS DRUGGED OUT OF HIS MIND, LIKE, MASON VERGER, WHEN DRUGGED TO EAT HIS FACE, COULD FEEL IT ALL JUST NOT STOP HIMSELF OR RLLY REACT, WILL COULDNT FEEL IT AT ALL!!!!!

anyways, yet he returned to america with hannibal, then hannibal turned himself in after a bit just cuz will said he didnt wanna know where he was, what he was doing, etc. 3 yrs, will doesnt visit him in his 'jail' cell, [he lives in a glass cage thing in a mansion, wouldnt rlly call that a jail cell], after that 3 yrs, shit goes down w dolarhyde [love him btw] and will needs hannibal, desperately. u can tell hes been thinking of him this entire time yet wont even admit it to himself.

eventually shit goes down AGAIN and hannibal and will run away together, knowing damn well dolarhyde is after them. hannibal stand in between the window and will KNOWING dolarhyde is outside, just so he would take the shot, not will. they eventually fall off a cliff in each others arms, but according to the writers or someone, apparently they aint dead, which is shown in the last scene where bedelia is missing one of her legs, shes holding a fork in self defense and there are 2 other places set at the table, her leg as a main dish, she is being fed herself, which is just like what hannibal did to that one dude, starting with the leg[s]

except now will graham is along for the ride

[this is all ignoring SO much, such as hannibal always being will's first call when he needs help, and will being hannibals 'fascination' [see: obsession] so much so that since even before we meet bedelia, [who at the time was hannibal's therapist] she knows will graham by name and has been spoken to about him.

extensively.

to the point that she KNOWS he is hannibals obsession.

bedelia LITERALLY compared will to bluebeards last wife, and said shed prefer to had been the last. shes mildly jealous but so is will, and thats ok!]

[i love bedelia, btw, shes so awesome]

also as the series progresses we see hannibal, the extremely put together and posh man, become slowly more and more undone and relaxed

at the same time, it takes will, the extremely messy, frazzled and almost careless man, and it makes him more put together, he dresses nicer, looks more cleaned up and put together

he doesnt shake like an abused puppy, he is more snippy [see: bitchy]

and hes not sweating all the fucking time im so srs, there are so many shots of him just drenched in sweat and its honestly funny, its insane how much he sweats

[noxexistant]

Jack muttering" take me instead your not touching him."

Specs pulling splasher away to gently soothe him. And jack desperately yelling no scrambling in their direction.

Blink and skittery holding him. "Shhh Jackie we gotcha. Yer allright now. We aint gonna letcha go there again."

Jack not recognizing them crying silentky thinking he failed and his friends hearts breaking just holding him till he falls into a fitful sleep and eventually they do too though not before looking at each other desperately for way too long wondering what they can do

(based on this)

Jack’s pulled from sleep by a little hand shaking his shoulder. It’s gentle and tentative, accompanied by the sniffling of a kid about to burst into tears - and suddenly Jack is wide awake.

“Shh,” he hisses immediately, a knee-jerk reaction, as he hauls himself upright in his bunk and then over the side, bare feet hitting the floor silently but hard enough to make his shins sing. He always sleeps in a top bunk if there’s one going, there ain’t as many rats that can get up there, but that means if there’s a kid shaking him they must be stood on the lower bunk, which means they might wake those kids up, which means more noise and more trouble.

Sure enough, the kid - Splasher, Splasher - has his bare feet planted on the bunk below Jack, a mattress occupied by a sleeping body. He’s got one hand gripping Jack’s bunk to keep balance while the other - the one he’d used to wake Jack up - is wiping clumsily at the tears streaming down his face.

“Jack,” he whines.

“S’okay,” Jack whispers, scooping Splasher up under the arms and lifting him down to the ground, glancing cautiously to see if the body in the bunk is stirring but panicking too hard to really look. He then crouches in front of the kid, still holding him by either side of his ribs to keep him close and still. “S’okay. Alright? Calm down. You gotta calm down. You gotta be quiet.”

Splasher hiccups. It’s deafeningly loud to Jack’s ears, and he feels himself start to panic because the kid is starting to cry. His face screws up and he huddles closer to Jack, his one hand gripping tight at Jack’s shirt.

“Jack—“ he repeats, a sob this time.

“Shh!” Jack hisses again, maybe a little sharper than he’d meant to, but he doesn’t need any listening guards to hear his name and know it’s him. There could even be listening kids, the types who’ll snitch and tell the guards Jack was up making noise hours past lights out just to get him beat or at most get themselves an extra piece of bread next week, but that’s his second priority. His first is the kid, and getting the kid to be quiet.

“You gotta stop. You gotta stop, buddy - quiet, okay? Just—just—‘s’okay, just…”

His mind is blank. Splasher is sobbing, the loud crying of a kid that don’t know what’s coming, and Jack can’t let him find out. He can’t, he can’t, the kid’s only tiny, and he’s already crying, he’s shaking like he’s scared - and suddenly his eyes, all huge and full of tears, go behind Jack like there’s someone there, and Jack immediately knows there is. His stomach drops like a stone, like his chest caved in and fell there and left the space around his pounding heart chillingly empty, and he could throw up. He’s scared. But he ain’t scared, ‘cause Splasher’s scared, and he’ll take any beating like it don’t hurt at all to make sure a kid stays safe.

He wrenches Splasher behind him rough enough to make the kid shriek, and spins with the knowledge that maybe the first hit won’t hurt so bad if he acts like he was gunning for it.

“Was me!” he says, and it’s only then that he realises he’s breathless. He forces himself to keep speaking regardless, throat feeling like it’s closing. “Was me, I woke ‘im up, ‘s’my fault, please—“

Please don’t hurt him. Please don’t hurt him. Lord, Splasher ain’t even running, he’s still stood stock still right where Jack shoved him to, even though there’s someone coming right at him now—

“No!” Jack screams, as the person reaches out for Splasher and grabs him, and Splasher goes willingly, like he trusts the monster. He don’t know what’s coming. They ain’t being rough, they’re leading him away careful but firm with hands on his shoulders, but that gentleness don’t mean much. Often enough it means it’s gonna be worse, but there’s hands grabbing Jack too when he tries to go for Splasher. Arms winding around him to hold him back, even as he kicks and wrenches and fights.

“No!” he shouts again, desperate as Splasher gets further and further away. “He didn’t do nothin’! Don’t, don’t! You ain’t touchin’ him, take me, take—‘s’my fault—You ain’t fuckin’ hurtin’ him, please!”

Jack is pulled back helplessly into the chest behind him - smaller than any guard he’s ever seen before - and suddenly he’s sinking to the floor, knees buckling, entirely unable to get air into his lungs. They’re burning, searing, as hot as the burning in his eyes, and his ears are roaring like there’s a fire too. He can’t hear nothing, can’t feel nothing, can only see Splasher being dragged away - he was trusting Jack, he woke Jack up, he wanted Jack to protect him but Jack couldn’t even do that. He failed, the kid’s never gonna trust him again, never gonna trust no one again just like Jack can’t.

“Please,” he sobs. “I gotta—he’s jus’ a kid—‘s’my fault—“

He wrenches again against the hold on him, barely a useless little jerk against those arms bound way too tender around his waist and chest, wrapped around him like a hug, and maybe he’s insane but finally he can’t help but melt. Exhaustion and failure crash over him like a wave to finally drown him, and he’s left adrift, sobbing like a kid. Sobbing like Splasher did.

Blink feels like he can’t breathe either. There’s something visceral about watching Jack writhing and wheezing like this, something that makes his brain feel like maybe there really ain’t any air in the room, even though he’s talking so there must be. He don’t think Jack is hearing a word of it, but it’s worth it just to say it. To not feel quite as helpless as they is.

“Yer alright. Yer alright, Jackie, it ain’t real. You ain’t there. Jus’ a nightmare, fella. Splash ‘s’fine, he’s wit’ Specs, he’s safe. You’re fine.”

“He ain’t fine,” Skittery scoffs, venomous, almost as breathless as Jack is.

He’s still holding him tight, even though Jack ain’t fighting anymore. It looks more like a hug now, just holding instead of restraining, and Skittery’d probably sooner die than admit it but Blink supposes that’s probably what it is. Jack is all boneless, just crying, and Skittery’s holding him like he’s trying to hold him together.

“You’re here,” Skittery tells Jack, spoken into the wild sweaty mop of Jack’s hair. “You’re at home, Jack. You’re alright now. You’re safe. Alright?”

Jack definitely ain’t listening. His eyes are still all distant and glazed over, but his eyelids are drooping like maybe he might fall asleep again, like maybe the fear’s already crashed, and on nights like this, that’s often more than they can ask for.

“Get him back in bed,” Blink murmurs softly to Skittery. “C’mon. We can get ‘im up together.”

They do. They haul him into Blink’s bunk behind them, underneath Jack’s, and crawl in with him while fiercely ignoring the eyes all watching them, startled awake by the commotion and Jack’s hollering. Crutchie’s watching from the next bunk over, but Blink can’t stomach looking at him - though not much less than he can stomach looking at Skittery where he’s on Jack’s other side, curling himself around Jack’s back. Skittery looks sick, maybe as sick as Blink feels.

Blink settles himself against Jack’s front and pulls his face to his chest, wincing at the burn of his tears and the clammy feel of his skin.

“Yer alright,” Blink tells him, quiet. “We got you, Jack. We ain’t lettin’ you go back there.”

Jack’s passed out a second later. He’s out cold, dead asleep like he got knocked on the head, and Blink don’t doubt for a second he’ll wake up in the morning still exhausted and without a damn clue what happened, like he always does when he has turns like this.

Blink and Skittery’ll remember, though. Just like they’ll remember every second they spent staring at each other over the top of Jack’s head, through sweat-damp strands of his dark hair, until they both finally manage to pass out too.

(And, true to form, Jack doesn’t remember a damn thing in the morning. He don’t even know which way’s up. He looks like shit and can hardly walk straight, stumbling with bleary, half-glazed eyes right out of Blink’s bunk a full hour before the bell’s rung. But he won’t settle - not until Blink gets up too and guides him over to where Splasher is tucked with Specs in his bunk, cosy and fast asleep and entirely unharmed.

“Think I musta had a rough dream last night,” Jack mumbles. Blink doesn’t correct him.)

[heisenberg-simp257]

Take as long as you need fam. It aint no rush.

School is more important after all.

I just had this request idea, since it’s the holidays and all. Maybe Heisenberg spending Christmas with y/n and his kids? I can see him making his family like little metal trinkets.

YES❤️ I love it! I’m going to use kids from another story I wrote...so the oldest is a girl named Anneliese and younger twin boys named Felix and Konrad. I’ll also add some headcanons along with the story for the holidays.

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Holidays with the Heisenberg Family

Headcanons

-Heisenberg probably wouldn’t have done much for the holidays before all this. He never saw anything worth celebrating and he never had anyone to celebrate with. The other lords may think otherwise.

-Donna has invited him over for tea and secret Santa with her dolls. Moreau invited him to come and watch some holiday movies, complete with hot chocolate that he found somewhere. And Alcina begrudgingly invited him to her yearly ball.

-He said hell no to all of this.

-But with you and some kids, he’s more down to trying things out. He’s seen this time of year as one for family, and now he finally has a family to celebrate with. He’ll try his best.

-Cue Heisenberg having a Shrek moment as he tries to figure out what the hell people do at Christmas.

-Living where you live, it wouldn’t be hard to find an evergreen tree. That said, Heisenberg was all ready to build one out of scrape metal (like that tree Spencer had from iCarly). You quickly shut down that idea due to the kids’ curiosity and the fact that they could cut themselves.

-Still, he used his powers to make you and his children some little ornaments and trinkets out of metal. Each one was well thought out to the individual and since he couldn’t afford much, it made a nice gift.

-He certainly went to the Duke for items and advice. After all, it isn’t the holidays without a nice meal.

-He would be so thrilled to finally have a reason to celebrate the holidays. It didn’t matter much to him before, but now he has you and some little rascals to be thankful for.

Storytime

He would never have celebrated Christmas before all this. To him, he didn’t deserve the holiday. No one in the village ever cared about it because all that mattered was Mother Miranda this and Mother Miranda that. Frankly, he was the same way.

I mean, what was to celebrate? He was living in a nightmare.

However, flash forward several years to when you came around. You were a poor victim in this village, sent to him for so-called “judgement”. Heisenberg judged you alright, and he was thankful that he deemed you worthy of sticking around. While he didn’t think he was worthy of love in his life, you did. 

And now he has a proper family. You and three children.

His ten-year old daughter, Anneliese, looked a lot like you, h/c hair and just your overall face. Anneliese also had your attitude and was very well-behaved and kind. However, she had his stormy gray eyes. She was definitely his “favorite” and was the main reason he wanted another kid because she was so good.

He wasn’t expecting two kids in one go.

Felix and Konrad, who were around seven-years old, looked just like him except Konrad had your e/c eyes. While they were your sons as well, they were exact replicas of him in terms of attitude.

It makes sense that they were little shits.

Life for him went on as normal, regardless of the extra people in his factory and the responsibilities of fatherhood. That said, when the holidays came by again, you brought it up.

“We should do something Karl. I mean...I know there isn’t much...but the kids deserve it.” You told him a few times as the holidays drew near. He was more than ready to just skip over them like he always does, but the more you brought up the kids, the more Heisenberg felt willing to do something.

He wanted his children to have a better childhood than him after all. It seems his kids felt the same.

“Dad, can we have a tree?” Konrad kept bugging him, Felix assisting on that matter while also slyly asking if a dog was in the gift ideas.

“I got some lights from the merchant.” Anneleise added softly, showing him the small box of colorful lights. With the pleading eyes, he knew this was a losing battle. And one look from you told him to get a real tree.

A few lycans here and some snow there, Heisenberg finally procured a tree.

“It’s kind of small.” Felix remarked with a grin, knowing it would rile his father up. And he was right and received a small thump to the head, which he pouted at.

“It’s prettier than what I had in mind, so be grateful.” Heisenberg told his boys and they simply nodded.

“I think it’s beautiful.” You told him and he softened at your words. His daughter had already begun to string lights up there from where the tree was in their tiny living space amongst the factory. His sons soon joined in.

“It’s still a little...empty...” Konrad said, and his brother nodded. You knew exactly what they meant. A tree with lights is pretty, but decorations are always needed. However, for once, your man was a step ahead of you.

“Well, well...I have something to fix that. Everyone, especially you two, close your eyes and hold out your hands.” Heisenberg instructed, giving a clear warning to his sons, who just giggled but complied. Once that was clear, he handed out the gifts he put a lot of thought into.

For Anneleise, a small metal kitty.

For Konrad and Felix, two little metal dogs, each one in a different shape.

And for you, an intricately detailed metal heart.

“Alright. Enjoy.” He said nonchalantly, hoping no one would make a big deal out of it. But Heisenberg rarely gets what he wants.

“It’s so cute!” His daughter said while holding the small trinket close to her face.

“You finally got you dog.” You said with a laugh as you watched your sons marvel at the little metal dogs. And you were just blushing over the one you got, flashing him a grateful smile.

“What do we say?” You said to the children who all then gave a chorus of “Thank you dad”. 

“Yes, thank you dear.” You said while walking over to place a hand on his back. Heisenberg grew flustered but kept his face towards the tree as he placed a little trinket of his insignia, the horse, on one of the branches.

“Yeah well...can’t get much out here, and we all agreed that this tree needed some decoration. It was the perfect opportunity.” He said before gesturing for all of you to put the ornaments on the tree.

Afterwards, dinner was starting to be made as the kids played around in the safety of this part of the factory. Heisenberg assisted you, but you did a majority of the work.

“You’re such a good man. I love you, you know.” You said out of the blue, causing his face to turn a bit red. Still, Heisenberg donned a cocky smirk to override that.

“Would you have said that all those years ago?” He asked and you shook your head with a slight laugh.

“Probably not.” You said and he faked a look of offense before playfully swatting your shoulder. The rest of the prep was done in silence until the time to eat came around. 

After an interruption from his children with a mistletoe that appeared out of nowhere, leading to a kiss between the two of you.

As everyone sat at the table, Heisenberg took the time to count in his blessings. He had you, a lovely daughter, and two playful sons. He didn’t know what he did to deserve it, but he was grateful. And as he watched you and Anneleise converse while his sons played with their food, he knew he wouldn’t scorn the holidays anymore.

It truly was the most wonderful time of the year. 

[forgottenvalentina]

OOC | Valentina & Cassimir

ok so kate aa here with yet another unhinged idea!!! lkajsdflkjsdfj so i was thinking about the greater malconaire family ~situation and it occurred to me...what if...and also!!! btw!!! its totally cool if we're like 'nah this doesn't work for plots' or whatever it just popped into my head and i thought id scribble a line

anyway!! basically, i was thinking about valentina's v negative feels re: her notp, cassimir x eithne, and if there was any situation in which she'd potentially relent on that and be like 'fine marry the girl,' and i came upon one and it turns out, of course, that it may have muuuuch broader ramifications than just that but ANYWAYYYY here it goes:

ok so -- correct me if im wrong -- iirc cassimir and sonya bear the malconaire name bc lord malconaire adopted them, right? well, what if...he didn't. that is, what if, when valentina heard the rumor that her husband had died -- fearing losing her place -- ~she forged his signature on an adoption scrool (or whatever) and basically faked it, and brought this document forward when it was confirmed that he was dead bc it was smth that she and he and discussed and he'd entrusted the document w her. maybe they really ~had discussed it, and this was known, and thus it was believed? or maybe he really did sign like adopting them, just not replacing eithne w cassimir as his heir or smth and valentina doctored it or smth??? idk!!!

but!!!! basically, im guessing -- given the female ruler -- that astaira pre!conquest didn't have any salic laws and, thus, eithne would have been the legal heiress, had it not been for cassimir? but roderick, of course, ~does have salic laws. his laws probs go like so: either a male heir must be delivered, or else all lands and titles revert to the crown...aka, roderick. roderick ~would respect adoption tho i feel like so cassimir counts as a son and thus either that wildly distant cousin or roderick, himself, doesn't get to inherit malconaire since, obv, eithne being a mere woman, is certainly not up to the task!!!! </333333

so!!!! valentina saw an opportunity! neither wishing to have eithne as an overlady, nor wishing to lose the malconaire estate, she forged some documentaion and made cassimir legal heir. but she knows this is a dangerous situation bc roderick (despite dilly dallying on his ~own heir) takes issues of inheritance VERY seriously (soooo many rules out there apply to everyone else but not to him smdh) and would def imprison her and seize the lands either for himself or for any male relatives (however distant they may be) of the malconaire bloodline. so if she were discovered she'd lose everything!!!!

sooo, i was thinking that, if cassimir were to learn of this (or perhaps already knew? bc if she were to have a partner in this fraud it'd 100% be him, tho honestly i can also 100% see valentina keeping this one to herself, hoping to protect her kids and herself from discovery etc), he could use this info to basically blackmail her into backing down since she aint here to lose everything!!!! tho it would DEF change things between the two of them

so yeah!!!! idk if we want there to have been a forgery in the first place or whatever but its smth i thought of!!!! also im not sure i was being clear about any of this bc my brain's in a fog (case in point: i originally spelt fog as 'god' and couldn't figure out why it looked wrong lakjdkfljkjf so yes my brain was in a god today apparently lkajsfkljsfj) today so yeah def lmk if i was confusing about any of this lkajskfjlksjflk

[jonnyardor]

[Intro]

Understand, understand, understand

See my face, I'm done sayin: I aint playin

I am loved and Reborn, every day

I'm my own version of a real man

[Verse]

Felon in the eyes of my fam, really irritating

Weeping on the melons of Madame, keep em irrigated

Treated as an afterthought, they'll regret in hindsight

Streamin when my palm writes, income like pipelines

My rap is deeper than coitus and high life

Sobering thoughts and my fantasy is sky high

I got a good wife, we're raising ours right

True to my new self, I'm living Christ like

Should've passed out brother fingers to my little siblings

Cuz the way they passed me up, hate without a ceiling

Bigotry like this is why my wife abhors religion

Lukewarm Christians praying loud but God wont care to listen

Technological advancement, I can be more graphic

Imma knock your lights out, leave you keysmashing

Slap out the bass, out of wannabe Chuck

Chuckle at his gibberish, fucked his wernicke up

--

Head up your ass, I'll knot your arms , youre a pretzel

Head of mine critiqued, but it soon became the stencil

Brown noser relatives (immer am scharwetzeln)

Can't take my jokes? Let me hide a pencil

Dark humour is morbid, not anti-Black racist

Germans were zombies, gold diggers, makeshift

Graveyard shift but holes were like craters

At least in Namibia they buried their leaders

Skulls as a trophy like soldiers american

Did to Iraqis, Afghans, Iranians

They emigrate and change race like Kardashian

Big nose is vilified, Disney thinks Aryan

Papa named me Jonathan, God's gift, heaven-sent

Now he's bedridden, Godspeed, you're coming back

Instead of grieving, the rest seems hellbent

No to bereavement, keep acting heartless

Towards me and my wife and my offspring

Too often, neighbors and aunties did gossip

About me, then they believed their own stories

Sorry, your works dont give my God glory

Call me, verify what you heard about me

Doubt me, openly, long's you confront me

Taunt me, long as I know, you're really for me

But dont speak, ill about me, when I'm your homie

It's lonely, not just up top, but when you fall deep

Was horny, cramped in a room with kid and shawty

So corny, in-laws look sour, not resolving

So jarring, mad for no reason, it gets boring

Be honest, spell out your issues and move onward

A forward, attacking me nonstop like a coward

Dont cower, face your emotions, feel empowered

Where His presence towers, I can't get devoured

Verse

You were wrong for choosing your publicity

Over showing up for a woman in her pregnancy

Jeopardizing beating hearts, scoffing at their misery

You wont see their infancy without an apology

Narcisstistic mom and dad,

One had money, one had kids

Some of us did not repair,

Some need honeys, some need drinks

Pressure felt from everyone,

You're afraid what people think

So you're living how you're told

And you shame the mavericks

Thank you for your 3 horrendous months

Had a place to sleep, but we were on the run

When you kicked us out, He gave me an apartment

God is Lord over the storm, I'll never jump ship

Always faithful to my love, not like y'all did

Get offended bout my lines if the shoe fits

Fuck your feelings, cuz my heart has your shoeprints

Blocked your contact, until God gave me a new lens

(Chorus) x4

Understand, understand, understand

See my face, I'm done sayin: I aint playin

I am loved and reborn, every day

I'm my own version of a real man

[Outro]

Oh oh

Real man

Oh oh oh oh oh

Real Man

[pesterloglog]

John Egbert, Meenah Peixes

Meat, page 22

JOHN: why am i even THINKING about this bullshit??

JOHN: argh!

MEENAH: yo blue guy

MEENAH: get the shell down here

JOHN: thank god. i was beginning to think that no one else was alive.

MEENAH: im not alive

JOHN: oh right. sorry.

JOHN: i’m glad to see you, is what i meant to say.

MEENAH: same

MEENAH: i fuckin guess

MEENAH: i gotta say

MEENAH: damn buoy ya look like S)-(IT

JOHN: yeah, i know.

JOHN: i suffered a mortal wound, and then i threw up on myself.

JOHN: other than that, i’m ok though.

MEENAH: waterboat lord english

MEENAH: he bite the bullet or what

JOHN: yeah he’s...

JOHN: he’s pretty fucking dead.

MEENAH: whale

MEENAH: theres that at least

JOHN: hey, uh...

JOHN: mee...

JOHN: fish?

JOHN: (christ.)

MEENAH: meefish?

JOHN: no, i know that’s not your name.

JOHN: jesus christ. i’m sorry.

MEENAH: its meenah

JOHN: right. meenah.

JOHN: um.

JOHN: have you by any chance seen jade around?

MEENAH: who da fuck is jade

JOHN: well...

JOHN: she’s...

JOHN: i dunno.

JOHN: i mean, REALLY?

JOHN: you don’t know jade?

MEENAH: why the fuck you suppose im tight with some random ass ho

JOHN: jade’s like, a big deal?

JOHN: i thought you were kind of important too?

MEENAH: you didnt even know my name dog

JOHN: ugh.

JOHN: wait a minute.

JOHN: do you even know MY name?

MEENAH: uhhh

JOHN: this is a two way street you know.

MEENAH: nah

JOHN: nah, what?

JOHN: so you don’t know it?

MEENAH: like

MEENAH: joke?

MEENAH: joke somefin

JOHN: no!

JOHN: it’s john.

JOHN: joke is my biological father.

JOHN: i mean JAKE!

JOHN: jake is his name.

JOHN: dammit.

JOHN: alright, we’re veering off course.

JOHN: jade is my sister.

JOHN: i think she’s still out here, somewhere.

JOHN: have you seen her?

MEENAH: na man

JOHN: man i...

JOHN: i just didn’t expect everything to go to shit so fast.

MEENAH: thats how the shit alwaves goes

JOHN: yeah, i guess.

JOHN: so... never mind jade. have you seen...

JOHN: any OTHER survivors? like, anyone at all?

MEENAH: nope

MEENAH: i aint moved from this floatin hunger trunk lookin piece of shit since i got my bass kicked

JOHN: well, you’re the first i’ve seen too.

MEENAH: oh

JOHN: so what’s your plan now?

MEENAH: plan

JOHN: yeah.

JOHN: you just gonna hang around here, in the middle of nowhere, doing nothing forever?

MEENAH: thats what ghosts is most good at aint they

JOHN: you don’t have to stay here.

JOHN: i can take you back with me, to my planet.

JOHN: i mean, after we’re done looking for more survivors.

MEENAH: naaah

JOHN: why not?

MEENAH: ok for one thing genius

MEENAH: im dead

MEENAH: i wont even last on your planet ill just like

MEENAH: fade away or some shit

MEENAH: i dont know what happens to ghosts in real places actually but ima guess it goes somefin like that

JOHN: oh yeah.

JOHN: whoops, i forgot.

MEENAH: anyway while you was floatin there i came up with my own plan

JOHN: what is it?

MEENAH: cmere

MEENAH: gonna whisper it to you

JOHN: uh, ok.

MEENAH: (nerd)

MEENAH: reel cute you wanna be my savior blue boy

MEENAH: but the fact is you already helped me out

MEENAH: got everyfin i need from you

MEENAH: sea ya round sucker! 38)

JOHN: wait a...

JOHN: minute...

JOHN: wait a fucking MINUTE!

JOHN: fuck!

[rosebloodcat]

Lord i have brain rot its 3am, i had to try three tims to spell rot, and all i can think about is the angst of your transfer error au. I think you said you dont like angst that much yes? So i aint gonna shove it in ya ask box but imagine Like day two of Ingo being back with Emmet (i really need to google how to spell his name) and Ingo is just looking at him confused. Its driving Emmet up the walls so he just asks “what is it whats wrong???” And Ingo “talks at him” and now looks even more confused and is just standing there pointing at Emmet. Ingo confused as to who Emmet is (im sure hes just having a bad brain day) and Emmet just kneels down. Points to him self “me?” Ingo nods looks so very confused that Emmet would be an idiot to not get it. Slowly. Fighting off the tears probably. “Im .. E-Emmet.. your twin brother.”

Oh lord help him im sorry if this got too angsty for you?? I am sure you know thats when it all clicks for Ingo whos just so happy he cries because he remembers his brother. Hes back with his brother. Hes not alone. Im just not so good with the comfort part of the hurt lol. I really hope this au lets me sleep soon or i might just not. I enjoy your au and ideas on it too much.

Okay, this is actually really good??? Like, I kinda want to use I now?? Emmet having to take a moment to explain to his brother who he is and how they know each other is just- an emotional gut punch.

I'm not against angst (I enjoy some horror stuff), it's grimdark extremes, gorefests, and stuff that's straight-up depressing that I have problems with. I just prefer hurt/comfort and fluff over those. (Like, I already take meds for depression, that part of my brain doesn't need help.)

Also, when I said Ingo's memory was spotty, I meant that the memories he'd recovered were spotty.

New stuff still comes in and stays just fine, it's the stuff from before he first got amnesia that's the problem. They're still scrambled and have chunks missing, but it's not an active hindrance for him.

[incorrect-house-of-nine]

I know this aint the usual whell house BUT... I can’t stop thinking about all the implication of the kids the Cohort send into battle as cannon fodder just to create an accumulated pool of thanergy so elsewhere necromancers can start a cascade to flip a planet. So send in a bunch of young kids who are brain washed into believing in things such as honor, glory and living forever as a hero...(look at how Gideon is at the beginning romanticizing the cohorts). Send them, into a vicious battle... they end up scared, (energy spike) or running on adrenaline (another energy spike) AND inexperienced..

They are gonna be the first wave that gets obliterated. Imagine the smoke, the confusion. If they are fighting with zweihanders... it would seem they employ rather medieval battle tactics. The type of battle where you can see the whites of the enemies eyes, smell their fear induced sweat, feel their panicked breath upon your skin.

Its going to be loud, hot, disorientating, terrifying. Your sword handle becomes slick, you're struggling to grip it. It’s slipping but it’s also sticky with something more viscous than sweat. You don't wanna think about it.

You'll see your friends trying to hold their intestines together, glistening tubes oozing from between spindly fingers and obliterated fabric of the Cohort's signature jacket. Hear them shrieking and sobbing, calling out for their mothers in white eyed terror. They are just children, with soft curls and freckles. For gods sake, last week Tristan was telling you about his pokemon collection. His slender delicate hands are now maroon, and too small to cover the gaping chasm cruelly slashed across his torso. In front of you, Micha stumbles before going suddenly as stiff as a board and then bonelessly falling backwards. For a moment, his lips tremble wordlessly.  Small bright red bubbles form at the corner of that once impish smile. For a split second it's unrecognizable, twisted in agony. And then all the tension bleeds from his features, becoming cherubic and serene. The spark in his eyes flickers and dies. Under a blazing and blinding imitation of Dominicus, he lays unmoving, dirt becoming one with his dishevelled hair. His unblinking gaze stares unseeing forever at the symbol at its apex. You pray its comforting embrace was the last thing he felt. As they lay down to sleep, I pray the Lord their souls to keep; If I should die before the wake, I pray thee, Lord, my soul to take. There's a wet stain blossoming over Gabriella's crotch, soiling the once over pristine uniform trousers she had proudly donned only hours before, darkly trailing down the inside of her leg. It reminds you of a thalergy bloom. The dulled crimson marred tip of her sword is bouncing, as she's unable to control the tremors of her hand holding the grip. Her knuckles are white, so stark against her dark skin. You clap her on the shoulder in a weak display of encouragement. God, you need it just as much as she. She gives you a grim nod. You're here to do a job after all.   Stepping over the corpses of your fallen brethren, your friends you had broken bread with, you both move off as a paired unit, steeling each other to face the untold horrors ahead.

For the Fourth, of which you are born.

For honor and glory and fealty sworn.

Its martyrdom, you know. But perhaps if you're lucky, someone will whisper your name as they raise their glass in remembrance.   A Hero of the Empire. The first and perhaps not the last of your name.

[sningo-prompts]

Sningo chasing a laser pointer.

I am sorry if i somehow make this angsty. Its all i know how to do

Im gonna use the subway staff. I think they make a lot of mistakes before Emmet finally just tells them. Though that post is gonna be angsty. Oh well its for another day.

So set up. Theres an emergency and the staff go to fetch Emmet. Its someone causing a fight so he leaves Ingo behind, gonna be a lot of people for that and Ingo is still a secret so hush hush. He gives his staff a look and says to watch him. They know that look. Its the “if you fuck this up i will end you” look. So they better not screw up, spoilers they screw up.

Emmets gone and they take the time to gossip. Which is what you do when the boss aint around ok i know trust me. “Man he sure is protective over this lil guy.” Ingos just sitting there waiting for Emmet. “Can you blame him, thats he cutest sneasel i have ever seen!” Oh lord. “Its so well behaved too though its always napping or sitting around watching Emmet battle or work isnt that kinda unhealthy?” Well Ingo loves to watch his brother battle and not much to do while at work, give the guy some slack. “Hey i have an idea!” That gets Ingos attention. The staff member takes out a little metal ?pen? Ingo has no idea what it is. “Hey YEAH it couldnt help if the lil thing gets some time to play once in a while!” Oohh Ingo doesnt like where this is going.

They shine the laser on the floor just below The bench Ingo had been sitting on. It takes him a moment to spot it. First he just looks at it confused, tilts his head left to right. Them they move it a little. Oh now what is that?? He hops down to see what it is only for it to move slightly away from him. At first hes just slowly walking after it till he loses to those sneasel instincts. He full on pounces at it. He was so sure he got it but one look under his paws tells him other wise. Right in front of him he sees it. Almost taunting like as it circles in front of his face. His eyes go wide and he reaches out for it. The laser stays just out of reach as he continues to chase after it. Then it gets a good distance from him and he crouches down on all fours, he keeps trying to get lower and lower till finally he leaps for it. Now they are moving it faster so hes all but running after it on all fours. The staff are giggling and laughing but he doesnt care he just has to catch this this thing. How does it keep getting away. It’s frustrating for him.

Then all of a sudden Emmet walks back in chatting with the staff that went with him. Everyone freezes. Well except Ingo who finally sees his chance at the still dot to leap again at it. Quickly the staff turn off the pen. Ingo franticly looking around for it. Nervous laughter feels the air but Ingo doesnt care. Where did it go he has to find it. Emmet is giving them the look the look of “oh now you fucked up im gonna murder you” and they all quickly apologise saying it was just for fun. They just wanted to give him some fun since he is always doing nothing. Emmet is about to give it to them when he notices Ingo state. He tells them to just leave for now.

Ingos eyes are still wide and wild. Emmet when he first saw Ingo lose out to his instincts panicked thinking Ingo was gone but now he knew what this was and could better help Ingo regain control. Slowly he walks up to Ingo and kneels down. He keeps his voice low and soft as he calls Ingos name a few times. Ingo is panting a bit but slowly he focuses on Emmet. Blinking a few times his eyes return to normal. Oh boy is he tired. He stands but up on two legs, holding his head in on paw he looks up at Emmet. “Snee?” Emmet tells Ingo it was a laser pointer. Of course how could Ingo not remember. Ingo is suddenly over come with exhaustion and staggers a little. He must have really gone all out. Emmet is fighting the urge to pick Ingo up and carry him but Ingo isn’t a child and Emmet knows Ingo hates being carried at the station. Though the staff have already seen him act foolish he still tries to keep some dignity. How ever little he still has left.

Idk how to wrap this up to be honest. Like originally i was gonna have Emmet carry Ingo out back to their office so he could nap it off but i really like the idea of Ingo not wanting to be see helpless but the staff. Hes embarrassed lmao. Just wait till they get told the truth. Which i like to do before everyone else finds out because to some point the twins do trust the staff. Well they tell them after that one thing they do that crosses the line.

[milliumizoomi]

THAT’S YOUR CHILD, NOT MINE.

Pairings: Midoriya x Black Fem! Reader, Bakugou x Black Fem! Reader, Kaminari x Black Fem! Reader

Warnings: Crack, Slight Cursing, VV scared fathers.

A/n: I just thought about this a few days ago and thought it would be so funny so why not💀.

Manz came home so tired

Today was a tough day for him

He just wanted to shower, eat then sleep and cuddle up into you

And that was the plan

Until he walked thru the front door,,,

And heard screaming🚶🏽‍♀️

He stood there like “..wtf😀”

“Babe..!” He called out while taking his shoes off at the door

He heard another shriek and then yelling

He was literally so confused

He walked further into the house and literally when he was ‘bout to round the corner guess what he see??

He sees your kids high key beelining outta the bathroom

all 3 of them, both sons and daughter,,

the oldest being 6 which was your oldest son, then your other son was 4 and then your daughter was 1

they were all just running (and crawling) around the house naked for no god damn reason

And when he walked in the bathroom chileeeee

he found you slumped over the tub looking tired asf

“Izuku Midoriya..” you rasped out

He froze up so quick

“Y—yes my love..!” He answered

You got up and threw the towel

“Go get ya kids before I whoop they ass"

He sighed and dropped his head

“KIDS! YOUR MOTHER SAYS TO BATHE OR ELSE!” He yelled

Now the kids was jus playing but when they heard that..

Chile they couldn’t have moved quicker

Your 6 year old son picked up your daughter and practically skipped his ass to the bathroom with his brother right behind him

Now idk what he thought was gon happen

Cuz him and everybody else know y’all’s kids are demon spawns

With his 6 year old daughter and son mmcht.

And he thought it wouldn’t be a problem to just leave you alone wit them

Without saying a god damn thang

Like fr you turned around to ask this man for sumn and he was gone

You was ready to beat his ass

And at this point ya kids too

Cuz they was running around with they nappy head and crust still in they eyes

And you was sitting here trying to catch they bad asses

It ain’t help either that they was using they quirks to run from you

“Lord Jesus don’t make me commit murder in this house” you said to yourself.

You decided you was gon call their father cuz you wasn’t gon put up wit this

When he answered,, nigga ain’t get one word in before shit started happening again

“Katsuki get yo ass home and take care of your kids before I buss they lil hard ass heads open”

He then heard the screams of the twins in the background playing and laughing

“Damn it fine I’m coming” he said gruffly

He moved so fast cuz he knows you don’t have patience when the kids act like this

Maneee he came home with the speed and swooped them kids up so fast

“You know your mother is crazy why the hell are you two provoking her?!” He said

“We didn’t wanna go to mommy!” Your daughter said

“Nigga bathe them yourselves ‘cause they testin’ my patience” you said as you walked away to the kitchen

Bakugou just shook his head and laughed at you

“You see what you two little bad asses did? You better go tell her your sorry after I’m done” he said gruffly

They jus made up they faces like he be doing as Bakugou took them to the bedroom.

MANEE KAMINARI AINT NO HELP SOMETIMES

Hell he’d be screaming for his own life when you get mad

So basically them kids on they own

Chile you was trying to feed your 4 month and 3 year old sons

And they don’t got a speck of seriousness in them for nothing

Even if they little mannn with Kami personality in them they for sure don’t take shit seriously at all

So that’s how your kitchen table and the wall next you is full of baby food, mashed potatoes and chicken gravy

You was so mad

“DENKI KAMINARI!!” You screamed in frustration.

My man came galloping down hall at the sound of his full name

“BABE?! WHAT’S WRONG?! AM I IN TROUBLE?” he screeched while turning the corner, going into the kitchen

“No but your sons boutta make me rip my hair out..” you told him, leaning back in your chair

“My sons?” He questioned, walking into the room

“Yes your sons. They acting like you right now so no these ain’t my kids,, they yours” you say looking up at him

You turn to see both of them bobbing their little heads of blonde hair and giggling

“Babe please feed them.. cuz if they slap these spoons outta my hand one more time—“

“Ok ok calm down I’ll feed them! Go wash off” he cuts you off and says before you can say anything else

You nod and get up and kiss him then walk away

Kaminari turns and looks at the boys

“You like making life difficult for mommy don’t you?” He says while laughing

The boys giggled

He laughed with them then sat down at the table

“Don’t worry I do too!” He laughed

“I HEARD THAT!” you called out

“SORRY MAAM!” Denki cried, not wanting to get in trouble with you

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[thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch]

all three heartbeats

bakugou katsuki / f.reader

genre: married au (husband/wife), angst, hurt/comfort?, fluff, katsuki being a sap in lowercase

synposis: katsuki works full time as a prohero, but his time working to ensure the publics safety kept him busy- far too busy at times.  he seeks comfort in you and his newborn little girl because the both of you keep him grounded and keep him fighting. he just wishes he could find a way to feel like a better father and husband. 

w.count: 3.6k

a/n: hi hello i aint never written for bnha before and i thought i would never write anime fics again but here we are years after (it has been actual years, someone save me LOL). what better way than to start back out with blasty amiright? 

It was one of those nights.  Katsuki had just walked into his home at an ungodly hour and as he shut the door behind him, he leaned his back against it, He flicked all three locks of the front door shut and dropped his duffle bag at his feet before he tipped his head back to rest on the wood.  He closed his eyes, sighing as he had the urge to just sink to the floor of the entryway landing and power nap. 

Lord knows when his phone would buzz or ring again- his seemingly never ending work calling him to clock in again. It seemed like recently he never clocked out of his job- always working, patrolling, fighting petty villains trying to commit petty crimes and occasionally stopping more dangerous situations that kept him on edge and busy for hours to days on end.  

The duffle he dropped at his feet was full with his gear and his hero suit that was in desperate need of washing and minor repairs- things that if he even muttered to himself about, you would happily offer your aid. 

His closed eyes opened and his chin dropped back down, the back of his head coming off the door as he pushed the rest of his body off it as well.  He heeled off his shoes and ruffled his hair as he finally walked into his home, leaving his duffle at the door as he made his way to the bathroom.  

In all honesty, Katsuki wanted to go immediately to the room he shared with you where he knew you were asleep. He desperately needed a shower though, and he wasn’t planning on crawling into bed to hold you smelling like sweat, smoke and hero work.  

You told him before you didn’t mind his post-work scent, in fact you told him it was charming in it’s own way since it was proof that Pro Hero: Dynamight worked harder than anyone else to one day be the No.1 Hero he’d been dreaming of his entire life. 

Katsuki never told you, but he’d think about that almost everyday and it always made him smile when he did. 

The shower he took was brisk and quick because all he wanted to do was go to bed.  He couldn’t remember the last time he wasn’t just taking power naps on the couch at the agency. He couldn’t remember the last time he got to go to sleep in his own bed. Katsuki couldn’t remember the last time he got to hold you and it was starting to really piss him off.  

Since graduating UA, getting engaged, married and then having a child with you, is tempter had considerably settled.  He wasn’t entirely tame by any means, he was still a quick fire with insults, refused to use people’s names and stuck to stupid nicknames he thought of, cursed like a sailor and exploded when something mildly frustrating ticked him off- but he wasn’t like he was before.  

When Katsuki can stand to be in the same room as Todoroki and Midoriya and not blow a giant fuse within the first sentence exchange, anyone would call that progress.  

It was no shock that you were a large factor in his settled image- he had to start leaning self control and how to manager his attitude.  The one extremely rocky point in your relationship with Katsuki back when you both were third years and you threatened to leave him if he didn’t shape up made him change.  It wasn’t easy, but the arguments and fights you both had back then serve as a reminder of how far he had come according to you. 

When Katsuki stepped out of the bathroom, he sighed- feeling refreshed- as he walked to the bedroom with a towel around his waist and another over his head drying his hair.  It was way too late to be running the hairdryer, he’d risk waking up his child that he knew was otherwise dead to the world in their crib.

Twisting the doorknob as quietly as he could, Katsuki stepped into the bedroom and his eyes immediately looked to the bed, seeing your body’s shape beneath the comforter of the giant, Alaskan king bed you insisted you absolutely needed.  

He felt his lips twitch as he left the door cracked to let in a small amount of light from the hall without stirring you.  He went to his dresser and snatched a pair of shorts and a tank top and threw them on before he left the room as quietly as he had come in. 

Katsuki went back to the front door and picked up his duffle bag, moving it into the living room and setting it on the couch to fiddle with it in the morning. He grabbed his phone from the side pouch of the duffle and began to shut the lights off and retreated back down the hall.  

Before he went back to the room you slept in to join you, he stopped first in the room that was directly across the hall from his and yours and as quiet as a mouse crept in.  

The nursey was painted in a pale yellow with sunflowers painted on the walls (curtesy of the bakusquad who insisted they were in charge of nursery decorations). Against the wall was a shelved cubby for toys and items for the baby and beside that was a changing table.  Across the room was a tall dresser filled with way too many baby onesies and outfits for the future. 

Katsuki walked to the white, wooden crib at the back of the room as the room itself was glowing in the soft, blue light of the baby’s nightlight.  He leaned over the crib side and looked down to see his child sleeping just as quiet as can be.  

He smiled as he reached down and stroked her chubby cheeks with the back of his knuckles.  She was warm and soft. 

“Hey there, Girlie,” he whispered, barely audible. Just watching his little girl sleep so soundly made his chest warm. God, he loved her so much.  He frowned as he thought about how tough it might be on you while he’s away looking after her by yourself.  She was barely a few months old and he hasn’t even had a weekend with you two yet.  

Katsuki bit his lip to keep from letting the disappointment he felt in himself slip out in the form of growls. 

He stuck around in the nursey for a few more minutes, just petting and admiring his child before he snuck back out and finally, finally went back to his room and as carefully as possible slid into bed.  

You slept in the center of the bed that could easily fit four sleeping bodies, and Katsuki shuffled in further towards you before he was right behind you.  He stared at your back in the dark room, his eyes adjusting more and more as the minutes pass.  

Katsuki lightly grabbed your shoulder before he was pulling you to your back and then reaching over you to lay on your chest.  On an ordinary day, Katsuki would be happy just holding you, but he felt especially worn out and drained. So, for once, even if you were sleeping, he just wanted to be held instead. 

His cheek pushed into your chest, listening to your steady heartbeat beneath his ear. His right arm stretched over your shoulder to rest by your head and his left stayed beside his own body, his right leg hiked over your waist to be as close to you as he could get. 

He felt his eyes roll before he shut them, finally feeling comfortable and warm and safe for the first time in days.  He was finally breathing easy and all he wanted to do was stay here, in your arms, for the rest of his life. 

As he started to finally doze off, his eyes fluttered open at the feeling of something carding through his hair. 

He heard you take a deep breath before you were shifting just a bit to curl around him more and he felt your chin push against the top of his head. 

“Go back to sleep,” he muttered, feeling your sleepy gaze on the top of his head.  The small, sleepy chuckle that left your chest hummed against his cheek. 

“Welcome home,” you whispered, sleep laced heavily in your voice as he felt your lips push against his scalp.  “How was work?” You ask so innocently, but the question only made Katsuki burrow his face into your chest further. He doesn’t answer you, so you prompt him further. “Katsuki?” 

“Don’t wanna talk about it,” he muttered, lifting his face just enough to speak clearly then pushing it back down again.  

You say nothing at that and instead return to just carding your fingers through his semi-damp hair as you bask in each other and the silence of the house.  You glance over to the alarm clock, seeing the time 4:03 am in orange, glowing numbers. 

You feel like you have loads you want to talk about with Katsuki, things you want to share with him that had happened and things you want to have him tell you that’s happened, but it’s too quiet and too peaceful to bring them up.  They’d have to wait. 

“’m sorry,” he suddenly spoke from where he lay on your chest.  Your fingers stop their mindless fiddling in his hair and he grips onto you tighter. 

“What for?” 

“Not being here.” 

You felt your heart crack at the tone of his voice.  He’s always been more open and mushy around you- as much as he denies it and he only get’s more open and more mushy when he was sleep deprived and just plain exhausted.  

“I’m always working, always gone, always away doing fuck-knows-what out there and not here.  I’m not home and that’s gotta really fucking suck.”  He’s silent for a moment but you dare not speak. You feel like he’s been holding a lot in recently and if he’s choosing now to let it all out, you would silently encourage him to do that.  

“I mean-” he scoffs at himself, “we’re married for fucks sake.  We have a baby and I’m basically leaving you home alone day after day to raise her by yourself.” 

“What?” Your shocked to think that’s how he feels.  “Katsuki, that’s not-”

“It feels true,” he whimpers. “I feel like if I keep doing this, keep leaving you and Misuzu alone,” his voice cracks at the sound of his daughter’s name leaving his lips, “then you’ll both just disappear and I won’t even have the balls to go after you two.” You think you feel something wet seep through your sleep shirt, but you don’t say a thing about it.  “I don’t feel like a husband and I don’t feel like a father. How can I feel like a hero if I can’t even spare the time to be with my god damn family?” 

“Well,” you start.  In truth, all you want to do is console him, but for all you know that could make him feel worse. You had to figure out what he wanted first. “What do you want to do then?” 

He took a deep breath before he let it out again. 

“I think I’m going to take some time off,” he concluded.  It had been on his mind recently and now was as good a time as any.  He just wanted to be home. “Maybe a week or two.” 

“If that’s what you really want to do, then I think that’s a great idea. Just don’t forget to tell Eijirou or else he’ll blow a fuse if he just think’s your late because the great Dynamight is always punctual.” 

You got a hearty puff of air and smile out of him for that little line.  it was no shock that when all came down to it, Kirishima Eijirou and Bakugou Katsuki ended up working in the same agency. 

“I’ll just text the bastard.” 

“You need to tell the agency too, you dolt,” you lightly whacked him on the bed as he groaned.  Getting time off wasn’t going to be hard for him considering the god awful hours he’s been forced into the past however long.  Just going into the office to get that time off is annoying and a process he wish he could get someone else do to for him. “Just head out in the morning and let both your partner and your agency know. It won’t be so bad.” 

“Whatever,” he huffed.  “Just, go back to sleep.” 

You glanced back at the clock to see that only about half and hour had passed.  You sighed as you closed your eyes happily ready to return to sleep before Misuzu woke up. 

You swore Katsuki was out before you. 

-x-x-x-

You woke up three hours later, just after 7 am to the sounds of your daughter’s crying from her nursey. When you opened your eyes and sat up, your husband was no where to be seen.  

You frowned, knowing that he was awake somewhere and he had only slept a few hours. Shaking your head, you got up and went to Misuzu’s room to get her from her crib and bring her into your arms.  

You shushed the infant in your arms as you left the nursey and walked around the house.  Katsuki was no where to be found and his everyday shoes were gone from the shoe rack next to the door.  He must’ve went out already. 

Not thinking much of it, you moved to the kitchen to grab one of Mizusu’s bottles from the fridge.  One plus of pumping was getting bottles for the future- but that was one of the only pros among a number of cons.  

With Misuzu being still so young, she didn’t do much beside nursing, napping and diaper calls.  She would coo and whine and clutch onto your fingers and clothes and hair, but her energy was never prolonged.  

After nursing, burping and playing with her she was yawning again. You left to place her back in her crib in her room as you let he sleep a little while longer. Flipping on the baby monitor, you left the room and went to the kitchen.  Your daughter had breakfast, it was only fair that you got something to eat too. 

As you scrambled the last eggs in your fridge, enough for Katsuki just in case you saw him this morning, you heard the front door open and shut again.  You smiled as you heard footsteps come treading into the kitchen and you looked over your shoulder to see your husband.  

You smiled at him as he rubbed the back of his head. Dressed in jeans that tore just slightly in the thighs and a t-shirt, Wwhen he saw you, he immediately started going towards you. 

“Good morning,” you told him as he was at your side looking over your shoulder. “Welcome home.” 

“Mmn,” he hummed at you. 

“Where’d you go so early in the morning?” 

“Agency.” 

“You should’ve slept in a little bit more.  You didn’t sleep long.”  

“I didn’t want to wait any more to just be able to stay home.” 

You smiled at his answer.  You brought one hand up to pat his cheek as he leaned into your touch.  

“Why don’t you go get comfortable if you’re staying home then?” 

He hummed at you again, nodding before he kissed your shoulder and sauntered back into your shared room. He took his time getting changed and getting into more homey clothes, because when he came back into the kitchen you were placing your food on plates for the both of you. 

This time, when he came to you, instead of standing beside you, he latched onto you from behind as he buried his face into your neck.  You could tell from the feeling of his eyelashes tickling your skin that he was still tired. You had half a mind to tell him to just go back to bed and he could really wake up and eat later. 

The way he tightened his grip on your waist and started to sway ever so gently back and forth in the kitchen made you stay silent though.  It was a serene moment between you two and you just closed your eyes and basked in it.  It had been so long since you just got to bask in him and him in you. 

“You hungry?” You asked as softly as you could muster. He nodded but made no effort to try and move away from you.  “Do you expect to eat with your face hidden?” You teased. 

“Just a little longer,” he muffled, his breath making your skin rise with gooseflesh as it tickled.  

Half and hour later, you were taking his plate from him as he cleaned it of food and went to put them in the sink.  He jumped from his chair at the table before he was gently moving you away from the metal hole in the counter where you were about to wash the dishes you had dirtied this morning. 

“I’ll wash them,” he insisted. 

“I don’t mind doing it.” 

“Don’t be so damned stubborn.  You cooked, so it’s fair.” 

You shrugged as you relented. “If you really insist. Thank you, Katsuki.” You placed a small, short kiss on his cheek before you moved back to the table to sit.  

As he cleaned up the dishes, you sat at the table and fiddled with your phone, scrolling through apps to see what you missed and then flicking occasionally to watch Katsuki’s back.  

“I feel you fuckin’ staring,” he spoke as he shut the water off, shaking his hands before he dried them on a towel.  The dishes all sat in a plastic draining rack as he turned around and leaned against the counter.  You placed your chin in your palm as you laughed at him. 

“Yeah? Got a problem with it?” 

“Not necessarily.” 

You both jumped when a small whine was heard over the speaker of the baby monitor you had sitting on the center of the table.  You pushed your chair out, but before you could even stand up, Katsuki was up and down the hall to check on Misuzu. 

When you made it to her door, he had already lifted her out of her crib.  She had reached up and snagged a tiny handful of her father’s hair as he hissed. 

“Listen you little brat, just because your my baby doesn’t mean you can yank on my hair.” Her small fist only yanked down on his hair more as if to say ‘I can and will’.  You chuckled as you walked into the nursey and started to detangle her hand from his blond hair.  

Katsuki watched as her fingers released his hair and instead wrapped around your finger as you bounced it slightly. Her tiny arm moved in tandem with your finger bounces. 

“Hey,” your soft voice calling him suddenly brought him out of his own mind. You gently pulled Misuzu’s fingers off you as you pushed your palm against Katsuki’s cheek. “Why are you crying?” 

Was he? God, he hated crying- especially in front of you.  He clicked his tongue, whipping his head to face away from you as he used one of his hands to quickly swipe under his eyes. 

“I’m not.” 

You smiled at him, holding back a laugh as you pushed your husband into the living room to let Misuzu play on the floor.  Katsuki sat on the living room floor cross legged as you watched him play with her as she lay on her back.  

Occasionally he would glance at the time and remind you to pump, as if your tender chest wasn’t a constant reminder anyway.  You always just nodded and told him you would when you needed to. 

The three of you spent the morning in the living room until the infant began to yawn back to back and rub at her eyes clumsily.  You let Katsuki put her down for her nap in the afternoon since he never really had the opportunity to.  Through the baby monitor you could hear him mutter and coo at her to go to sleep. 

When she was down, Katsuki came back into the living room and sat himself beside you on the couch.  He sighed, throwing his head back against the couch and closing his eyes, obviously ready for a nap himself.  

“Why not try and sleep while she’s down?” You had planned on getting him to rest while you start to go through the duffle bag you had relocated to the corner of the room a while ago to see what all he needed done with his hero equipment.  

He opened one of his eyes, seeing you eyeing towards his bag and he frowned.  He shifted his body, snatched your waist and threw himself back to lay on the cushions, you following in tow to lay on top of him. 

“Katsuki!” You scolded in a hushed tone as to not wake up your daughter who just went to sleep.  

“I’ll nap here and you will too. No objections.” He brought one of his hands up to start stroking your head. “Just let me take care of my god damn wife for once.” You just shook your head and pushed your cheek further against his chest to get comfortable.  When he says it like that, you can’t really bring yourself to oppose him.  

“Hey,” you whispered. You felt him hum in response to you. “I love you.” 

His legs shifted and his arms wrapped around you tighter, getting more comfortable. He let out a deep, comfortable breath as you felt him push his cheek into the top of your head. 

“‘Fuckin’ love you too.” 

[haloshornsinkstains]

Indulge Me A Little?

Mouri Motonari x F!reader

Something of a sequel to "And What if I Bite Back?” though you don’t need to read that to understand this, they’re both just excuses for me to write smut about a sexy pirate lord.

Motonari is a bit out of character, it’s hard to write smut for someone who hates touch, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

CW: NSFW (PWP), female reader, mentions of kidnapping, writer getting carried away with pirate talk

“I can’t tell if yer brave or just real stupid Princess.” The chatelaine just shrugs and smiles, biting back a giggle at the mixture of expressions that flickered across his face. It only serves to deepen Motonari’s scowl, people he glares at do not smile in response. They cower in fear and run for their lives. But the Oda princess is a different breed altogether, just as sweet and wicked as she had been the first time he ran into her. “I thought you had some fabrics to show me.” She chuckles, nodding her head towards the cloth behind him. “If ya believe that was my meaning then yer more of a fool than I thought.” The princess merely shakes her head. “Oh no, I know exactly what you meant. But I also know you’ve brought some truly stunning fabrics into Azuchi with you before, indulge me a little?” Her smile is a little softer this time, eyes flickering between his face and the fabrics behind him, though she doesn’t make a move to get any closer until he sighs and nods. “Merda. Go ahead m’lady, but there’s plenty of better things we could be doing.” He grumbled, staring down at her as the Oda princess bent to look at the fabrics. She hummed. “Oh, don’t worry, we have all day to do better things.” “Then perhaps I might have some fabric on m’ship you’d like to see.” At that her head whipped up, narrowing her eyes at his sly grin, one hand reaching towards her obi. Motonari merely scoffed. “Stop it with that that face m’lady. If I wanted to kidnap ya I’d have had you tied up and shoved in the hold a long time ago.” Her eyebrows pulled together at his words, a soft sigh leaving her lips. “Wow, you really know how to inspire trust.” “Don’t need trust to bed you m’lady.” He chuckles. “Ya didn’t trust me last time now did you?” She hums thoughtfully, “I trusted you enough.” “Then yer head must be full of flowers. You remember I’m the Oda’s enemy right m’lady?” “You’d be surprised how many enemies of the Oda I talk to,” she laughed “and it’s not like I have enough brainpower to tell you any secret tactics when we’re together, nor are you particularly threatening the Oda at present. Unless your idea of a threat is outselling the local fabric traders. I don’t see the problem, unless you really do plan on kidnapping me.” “Not when yer guard dogs are expecting you back Princess. More trouble than it’s worth to have that silver kitsune chasing after me.” Motonari scoffed, motioning with his head towards the street. “Now, d’ya want to see these fabrics?” The chatelaine laughed, nodding her head and gesturing towards him. “Lead the way, Captain.” If she saw the subtle shiver that ran through him at that name, she was kind enough not to mention it as Motonari lead her towards the ship he called his own.

The Oda Princess’ arrival on the ship sparked a ripple of excitement among Motonari’s crew, several of the men on deck turning dark smiles towards her. The Princess shifted slightly, letting Motonari’s body sheild most of hers from their hungry eyes. “You finally captured the Devil’s woman Lord Motonari!” “Aye Captain! Want us to tie her up and throw her in the brig for ya?” Motonari bristled, throwing a glare in their direction that would send lesser men running for the hills. “Any part o’you touches her an’ I’ll be removing it from yer body, savvy? The Princess is my guest.” Ripples of dissent ran through the assembled crew, but one sharp look from their Captain was enough to quiet them before his blood red gaze turned back to the woman beside him. “This way m’lady.” “I didn’t know you could cook.” She grinned, pointing at the small kitchen built into the Captain’s quarters. “Any other skills you’d been hiding from me?” Motonari grumbled something that sounded a lot like ‘I ain’t hidin’’ and gestured towards some fabrics in the corner. “Planned t’get something made with ‘em anyway.” The chatelaine grinned, rushing over to inspect the fine western cloth, her eyes alight with happiness. “Oh, these are beautiful! What were you planning to do with them?” “I dunno yet.” Motonari shrugged. “I thought you were some kind of seamstress?” “Would you like me to make you something?” Her eyes, when she turned back to look at him, were so wide and full of hopeful joy Motonari nearly burst into laughter. Instead he managed a stiff nod, and got a bright smile in return. “I’ll make something wonderful.” “Yeah, yeah. You plannin’ to waste all your time looking at pretty fabric?” She hums, staring at the fabric for a few more seconds before her gaze flits back to him, soft smile sharpening into something more wicked. Enchantress might not be too far from the truth, if the way her eyes drew him in was any indication. But she didn’t move towards him, instead fixing him with those sparkling eyes and waiting for him to make the first move. “Ya gonna make me wait all day?” He growled. “You could have just asked. Or made me.” She huffed, pushing back to her feet and taking a few steps towards him. “I aint in the habit of forcing women into anythin’.” She laughs and shakes her head, eyes fixed on the blood red of his. “Oh, you wouldn’t be forcing me into anything. I wouldn’t do anything I wasn’t more than happy to do, you should know that much at least.” What little patience Motonari had left finally snapped. “Will you stop yappin’ and use that pretty mouth of yours for something better already!” With a smile she finally closes the gap between them, leaning forward so her breath brushes over his lips. “That wasn’t so hard now was it?” He didn’t answer, instead grabbing the collar of her kimono and pulling her lips into his. He could feel the way her lips quirked up against his kiss for a few brief seconds before those lips parted to let his tongue brush over hers. His hands left her collar, reaching down to pull her against him, her hips grinding into his as they kissed, his hand gripping the flesh of her ass. She whimpered, fisting one hand in the fabric of his cape as if it were the only thing keeping her standing.

“Where’s that smart tongue o’yours m’lady?” He chuckled, pulling back. “One kiss and all yer fancy words desert ya?” It took a few moments for her eyes to come back into focus, but once they did he saw her brows furrow, the smallest of pouts pulling at her lips. “Well, if you weren’t so skilled with your tongue maybe I’d stand a better chance.” She huffed, before her gaze sharpened, lips pulling into a sly smirk. “But if you really want to see a clever tongue, I’d be more than happy to show you.” "Oh?" His smirk was just the right side of predatory, eyes sparkling and pupils blown. "Well I ain't gonna stop you m'lady." With one last soft press of her lips to his she sunk down to her knees, slowly undoing his trousers. Each motion followed by a pause, time for him to stop her, but his patience was wearing thin and it took little more than a quiet growl to encourage her to hurry up. In the time it has taken her to undo the first two buttons on his trousers, she had them pushed down around his thighs, her hand gently wrapped around his length. Pausing she looked up at him, and despite the position, and all the filthy things he knew she was capable of, from this position she looked all doe-eyed and innocent. It made him want to ruin her. "That all ya got princess?" She didn't rise to his taunting, only smiling for a brief moment before she dipped her head to wrap her lips around him. Her eyes flicked up momentarily, just long enough to catch the brief flicker in his cocky smirk, before she started to bob her head. She revelled in the sharp hiss of breath between his teeth every time he pressed against the back of her throat. The strangled noise he made when she swallowed around him. His hand found its way into her hair, fisting in the strands as he followed the back and forth movement of her head. Just as she was starting to feel him twitching against her tongue his grip tightened, tugging her off him with a lewd pop. “Porra, can’t have the party finishing too early.” He muttered, nodding his head towards the bed. “Unless ya want me to take you on the floor m’lady, I’d get moving.”

The Princess hummed thoughtfully, as if she were truly considering letting him have his way with her there on the floor of his cabin, before slowly rising to her feet and making her way towards the bed. She slipped her kimono off as she walked, exposing the smooth planes of her shoulders and back, finally letting it fall into a pool at her feet beside the bed. She turned back to look at him, settling herself on the side of the bed so she could watch as he undressed. “You’re staring Princess.” “It’s a very nice view.” She hummed, not taking her eyes of him despite the warmth of her cheeks. He snorted and shook his head. “There are much better things we can be doing.” “Hard to do with you all the way over-”  Motonari crossed the room before she could finish, pressing her down into the sheets with the weight of his body. One large hand grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. Her back arched ever so slightly into his touch, hips pressing against his. “I aint going to be gentle with ya m’lady.” He warned, face hovering just above hers. “Not after that little show.” She tilted her head up, leaving the barest brush of her lips against his. “Perhaps I don’t want you to be.” He didn’t speak, instead focusing on pressing himself inside her. Holding still when he felt her tighten around him, his name a soft moan on her lips. He stayed like that for a while, hovering over her and willing his body to calm down, at least until she started to squirm beneath him, rocking her hips up against his in a desperate attempt to chase some friction. With a dry chuckle he started to move, reslishing the way her expression twisted, mouth falling open on a gasp as her hands flexed in his grasp. Straining against him in an unconscious effort to reach out and touch. He could feel the flex of her thighs against his sides, the way her walls pulled him deeper with every stroke.  "Ah, so ya do like it when I'm rough with you m'lady." Motonari smirked, pulling back a little to study her face. The Princess nodded vigorously, eyes so blown and glazed over it was a wonder she even understood him. "Yes. Yes, please! I… I'm so clo- so close. Please don't stop." The words were breathy, slightly slurred with pleasure, but the way she desperately tried to rock her hips against his told him all he needed to know. His hips snapped forwards, free arm pushing one of her legs to the side to let him push deeper. He felt her tensing more under him with each thrust, her breath coming in sharp pants between each moan and scrambled cries of his name. When she finally reached her peak he nearly stopped his movements altogether, sharp eyes drinking in everything about her expression in that moment, memorizing the feel of her walls contracting around him, how her chest looked with her body arched against the sheets, the trembling of her legs around him. He barely managed to pull out in time to spill across her stomach, eyes still fixed on the blissful look on her face when he did.

Some time later, when both of their breathing was even and the princess had cleaned and dressed once more, Motonari shoved the pile of fine fabric into her arms.  “Here y’are m’lady, I’ll expect something good.” He grumbled, trying not to focus on the way her eyes lit up at the fine work all over again.  “Thank you! I promise I’ll make something amazing! Hmm… what’s this?” She adjusted the fabric, gently lifting a small cloth pouch from the top of the pile and holding it up to inspect. “Nothing really, now come on m’lady. I’ll take you back to town before those guard dogs of yers come yappin’ at my heels.” He pushed open the door to his cabin, gesturing for her to start moving. With a sigh the princess re-adjusted the bundle of cloth and made her way out, ignoring the calls of the crew as she made her way back out on deck. One sharp glare from the captain silenced them, the softly murmured thanks from the woman beside him going ignored. He escorted her all the way back into the markets, neither spoke much, but the silence was comfortable. Once they reached the markets she turned and offered him a bow, the formality of the gesture made him snort given she’d been in his bed less than an hour before. Turning his back to her, he threw a casual wave over his shoulder, turning his head slightly to call back to her. “I’ll be back for whatever you make me in a few weeks. I’m expecting something good m’lady.”

[angelic-jeonghan1004]

ONEWE reacting to you fanning over different groups

Like I said I'm just in the mood for some ONEWE so if you wanna throw ONEWE requests at me I'll love you forever, I also have a ONEWE reacting to you asking them to teach you how to play an instrument, and reaction to getting the silent treatment both will be vv cute and I'm excited to post. Btw before getting to Kanghyun a thing to note both Kanghyun and Kinos real name are Hyunggu !! I chose a random idol then realized I chose my second Hyunggu so that's funny

Pairing: ONEWE x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Angst if you squint but you'd need a binocular to see it as angst

Gf credits to rightful owner ✨

Yonghoon

Okay so to start this out with none of them would be mad at you liking a different group

It's the swooning over members that takes too much rent in their mind

For Yonghoon it was your absolute heart eyes at Bomin of Golden Child

He felt comfortable in the relationship

Didn't worry about you leaving him for Bomin

But the smile on your face from Bomin videos gives a pang to his heart that he struggles with

He wants to be the one who makes you smile like that :((

He'll get very pouty when you mention Bomin and very needy

Boy will be hugging you and cuddling up to you

He wants you swooning over him not Bomin

Once you picked the pieces together

Ohhh you clowned him

You couldn't believe your perfect boyfriend, your soulmate if you will,, thought Bomin took more thoughts in your mind to make you happy??

You had to prove him wrong immediately, expressing how you smile at him just being in the room with you

You're absolutely captivated by Bomin yes

But you're even more absolutely in love and whipped for Yonghoon that no idol could compare

Equaling to a happy friendly giant boyfriend

Give this big boy all the love period

Harin

A big baby🥺

Legit after seeing how excited you got over SF9 Rowoon boy got so pouty and sad

He loves you enjoy SF9 but seeing you watch Rowoon fancams his heart hurts a little at your squealing over a "Enough" fancam since he can tell your heart flutters

He also feels comfortable in your relationship he knows you won't leave or love him any less

But what is it about Rowoon that has you so intrigued by him? Was it the dancing?

Harin would think about it so much oh Lord he'd try to learn a SF9 dance for you

But SF9 dances are hard so he was struggling but trying his best he even whent to Dongmyeong for help

When you went to drop him off lunch one time you where confused at the fact he wasn't at his drums but in the dance practice room

You saw him trying his best to learn hide and seek by SF9 prompting you to ask him what made him feel the need to do that

Or if there was some sort of promotion you didn't know of

walking up to him holding his hand saying you brought him lunch

In which he'd be putty in your hands out of sheer love and appreciation for you

He'd crack and express his minor insecurity

Your heart would drop

Even though he said it was nothing serious your boyfriend obviously was a little upset or worried if he learned a dance for you

Hugging him quickly you better make sure to give all your attention to him

Since he deserves all the attention he's been deprived of since you decided to rewatch summer breeze 3 times because of Rowoon in the chorus

Kanghyun (Hyunggu)

My boy okay this could get long

Since as we know I love Kanghyun so much

Legit cried over him yesterday bye-

So he noted quickly that you started taking a liking to Pentagon

Especially Kino (who knew you had a thing for hyunggus)

Watching his covers, listening to his solos, focusing on his part in Daisy from how much you swooned from his voice

Kanghyun enjoyed Pentagon too

He realized your interests peak in Kino quickly

He wasn't sure if he was feeling insecure or just really missed your attention

He decided to get to learning the chords of a Pentagon song to play for you

Deciding on a song he decided to be rambunctious and actually sing instead of being purely guitar, wore a cute kigu, did everything he knew would have your heart melting

Taking notes with Yonghoon he had him look over the cover and he gave much approval

Once Kanghyun edited and posted it he then texted you to check out the latest video

Not uncommon for him to do but you where curious

To say jaws where dropped at that,, legit how cute could he get???

When he came home that day you immediately complimented him on his cover

"Does this mean I get to be your favorite Hyunggu?"

"Wait baby where you jealous??"

Immediate silence I tell you that he's go beat red till he'd start laughing

Give this boy the world pls

Dongmyeong

Again also could get long my bias line always spark something in me that makes me write a mile a minute

So this is the only boy I could see actually getting a lil actually jealous

Since he loves your attention

He is a attention loving boy

So when he hears you call Taeyoung of Cravity your sunshine?

Boy aiNT having it at ALL

Thinking you can call someone else sunshine when he's the definition?

Not sitting right with him no sir

The difference with everyone else v him is he will immediately whine

"y/nnnnn I thought you loved meeee"

"I thought I was your sunshine"

"you know who's also sweet and precious? You're wonderful boyfriend it's meee"

Like he's just be going for it

The only way to solve it is giving him all your attention and kissing him till he shuts up

Since boy will be putty

He will be so happy once he got your attention back

In summary make sure you give your sunshine boyfriend much attention and love and don't call other boys sunshine even if they are since Dongmyeong will be jealous

Cya (Giwook)

Cya got you into The Boyz not knowing how much rent they'd take up in your mind

If he'd known before hand wasn't sure if he would show you his best friends song

Not to be rude or anything !! Just the amount you spend time watching videos of them on RTK or After School Club when you could watch movies and cuddle with Cya??

He really wants his regular affection from you but you get so distracted by TBZ videos

Once you started to find Sunwoo cute tho

Boy would not know what is feeling where

But he did not like it

He wants to be called cute too :((

Your conversations are great but it's not like you compliment him randomly calling him cute like you do Sunwoo

Immediately decides you won't be meeting Sunwoo for quite a lil while doesn't know how to decipher his feeling would probably make a rap about it

I don't think he'd post it to his soundcloud but it's be a draft

So when you too where hanging out one day and you where listening to his unreleased and found that

I think he'd forget it was on that file and be immediately embarrassed

Since it's not like he names people

But he does sound jealous

In which you're quickly putting the dots together like

Baby?? Are you jealous??? Over TBZ?? You know you're my best boy and I'm dating you not them right??

And boy is red

He is ready to throw the thumb drive if it didn't have other songs he really liked on it

After talking about it everything would be chill

A kiss or two to make him feel better wouldn't be bad tho-