:((( it’s like you went through my brain and into my secret daydream files with that cello player bakugo and classical singer reader scenario 😭 top tier shit
also a gift incase you haven’t seen it before — mr cellist bakugo :https://twitter.com/mkm_storage/status/1371806940934799361?s=46&t=wvGQe81e9XGM_imXMb2c4Q
He’s an ass but we probably stick with him bc he’s one of best out there and has all the bigwigs eyes on him 🗿 probably has a niche fan base of his own for all his solos during gigs y’all do together and the backbone of your audience because they’re regulars who have never heard him talk before 😔
(cello bakugo!au tag here!) + (link!)
OMG THANK YOU so much for this gift, i was honestly convinced that the idea was crackpot given i'd never seen it mentioned before... but now... now i'm both validated AND MY EYES HAVE BEEN BLESSED BY CELLO BAKUGO'S TRUE BEAUTY :((( he's so handsome...
...and you're so right! He's your ticket upwards and by darn you're gonna take it, even if that means getting a little overshadowed (and/or bullied) by him at some points. people come to your shows specifically for his talent, not for yours... but that's okay with you as long as you get to move on to bigger and better things one day.
(Is that something that bakugo wants tho? He's never had such a pretty or talented singer by his side YET he can never seem to express himself well enough to actually say that to you...)
And it's kinda.... idk how you would say... but YES his lil niche of fans flock to him after every shows, but honestly, since meeting you, he's stopped caring about showing off anymore, doesn't really want to be noticed as long as he can talk to you. People and fellow bandmates, even, beg for him to mingle with the crowd but he's just turning around to help you pack up your microphone all safe and make sure your dress doesn't get snagged on any equipment.
and I can imagine, one day, a couple bigwigs come up to talk to him, ask him about potential performances, what his goals are, etc... and all he can say back to them is "but what about y/n? are they coming with???"
AND IT'S PROBABLY the first time you realize he really isn't... entirely a jerk. i mean, he's always glaring at you and touching your shit and restarting songs when you mess up during your practices but... maybe he does actually care??? maybe it's all been out of feelings for you???
AND IT'S CONFUSING BC THERE GO YOUR PLANS TO IGNORE HIM while he just wants to hear you sing for him and him alone more. sigh.
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Omega catboy Francis is about to be manhandled by a massive, burly alpha, probably Germany (or would that be Turkey? Rome? All 3?). Anyway, these guys are getting hard from listening to her desperate mewling, so with the firm intention of impregnating her once and for all, they slam her to the floor, thrusting so hard and so deep that Francis's insides are overwhelmed by the heat. After successful mating, she's unable to walk, but she's filled to the brim and all her eggs are fertilized :)
hi this is one of the greatest things to ever grace my inbox, thank u 💖💅 love everything about this vision ... u get it
all three please? god yes. i love these ships for her, they're so powerful and exactly it's what she needs. what she deserves. fran getting manhandled is my favourite thing on earth, just short of her getting impregnated 🤤 roughly. til she's bruised, sobbing, and looking a lil round just from all that cum in her guts. and then fucked some more until her alphas are satisfied. she'll be leaking for days 😳
ludwig and romulus would keep him pregnant to proliferate their heirs, sadik would keep him pregnant bc he loves him and also to proliferate his heirs to the ottoman empire lmao
soon she'll be whining and crying bc of how sore she is with that big preggy belly, her alphas will have to shut her up some other way 😈
(also bonus; arthur would fuck her with a condom on just to prolong her heat and torture her. it's the only time he'd use protection lmao)
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Hi. I’m moving beyond Llamas inbox now. Just for funsies. I agree with Sleepy about how people moved past Sapnap teaching George how to tickle Dream way too fast, lol. But as I am a lorehead, I’m gonna make it c!Dream.
So this is one of the scenarios when Dream is put under the care of the entire server after everyone but him got therapy and he also tore himself to shreds on top of a year of torture. Now he needs help with daily task like eating, bathing, etc. — and he hates it. He’s frustrated, he’s embarrassed, he’s scared, and he’s so far gone at this point that he’s almost like a wild animal in terms of temperament and mental capacity. Except wild animals can more or less defend themselves, and he cannot.
Everyone’s been trying to find ways to cheer him up but nothing seems to work. Until finally Sapnap and George remember something from before the server got bad. Something that Dream had made them swear to never tell anyone.
Well. This is an emergency.
AKA: Tickle Therapy 2.0: Server Edition.
Soup I literally am so grateful that you came into my inbox because you're so fuckin cOOL. but i am absolute shit and know next to nothing about dsmp lore ): but I do have some thoughts...
from the little information I do know, I know that dream is just.....a lot to handle. And it's not his fault that he's that way! A year of torture would leave anyone in a constant state of distrust and distress. But sap and george remember that dream is tklish, and how tks always seemed to calm him and make him laugh and make him feel lighter and forget his problems, and they know exactly what they need do to.
But since they promised not to tell anyone, and dream and sap want him to trust them, do you think maybe they would try it when they have a moment alone with dream? maybe when they're trying to help him rest or trying to tend to old scars? I feel like maybe they would attempt that in order to gain some trust??? I dunno why, I'm just feelin that it might be the best possible outcome if it's just the three of them. and then maybe, just maybe, dream would allow more people to take part, after he's adjusted a little more to the tk therapy they supply him.
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hii, hope im not bothering uu!!
my brain is obsessed with ur daddy gojo ficsss!! 🤭🤭 just a thought though. what if gojo brought his kid to work since reader couldnt hire a babysitter and had work to do!! 😱😱 kid can be a baby or like, 7-10?? or something? (idrc i jus need to feed my head with more dad gojo fics 😔😔, kid can be a girl or boy!!) hopee u have a nice dayyy!! ❤❤
missing – gojo satoru x f!reader
a/n: I wrote the kid being around 5 or 6 max, I think?? hope you like this as well! <3
you are standing at the door, checking over everything with your husband, "satoru, you got the toys?"
like the proud and confident dad he is, he replies with ease, "yep."
"the snacks?"
“of course,” he grins, pulling up the bag of snacks and toys to show you.
but you’re still stressing, "what about—“
"wifey, relax!” he starts rubbing your shoulders soothingly; “I got everything she needs. you have nothing to worry about,” he presses a loud kiss to your cheek.
"last time you said that, you teleported with d/n to the maldives."
he laughs loudly, before pulling you into a big hug, "aww, babe; I said I am sorry,” he is swaying the both of you, “you know I wanted you to be with us."
"that's not the point!"
"oh wowie, look at the time!” he looks at his fake watch and starts gently pushing you towards the car, “you’re gonna be late sweetheart."
"oh god!" you gasp, quickly giving satoru his goodbye kiss, and running to your daughter to give her own goodbye peck on the cheek as well, “I will miss you; take care of dada, okay?”
“aren’t I the one who is supposed to do that taking care part?!”
“bye ‘toru; bye d/n! love you!”
“love you too!” they both reply in unison before looking each other in the eye. satoru grins at her, “do you want to see uncle nanami?”
“nanamin!” she squeals then runs to god knows where.
soon, they finally get to jujutsu tech.
it took longer than usual because the little missy ran off and decided to play hide and seek. in addition to that, since the madlives incident, you banned satoru from teleporting with d/n because it gets her really dizzy and she starts puking.
so like the common people, he takes a car and has to wait till they arrive there. he wants to grumble, but, at least, his princess is there to play with him and make conversations.
they are finally in class when nobara coos, crouching down in front of d/n, “oh, you’re so cute!”
the little girl grins, “thank you!”
“also, I love your dress!”
“oh; thank you!” d/n gasps and starts twirling around, “mommy picked it for me! It’s so pretty, right?” nobara nods eagerly at her and it makes d/n giggle.
d/n pauses for a moment, a pout on her face and eyes get teary, and looks at satoru, “mommy…”
satoru pats her head, “we will see her soon; don’t worry.”
“wow; I am surprised you’re acting like a proper dad,” megumi comments, waving at d/n who grins back at him.
swiftly, yuuji defends his teacher’s pride, “hey! sensei is a great dad!”
d/n starts swinging her arms around and running in place like she is preparing for something. soon. it is revealed what she is waiting for. the door opens and she launches herself at the new guest, “nanamin!”
nanami effortlessly catches her and secures his hold on her, “d/n, that was dangerous; what if you got hurt?”
she looks down with yet another pout, “I know…’am sorry. just missed you.”
nanami sighs before patting her head, “it’s alright,” a tiny smile creeps up, “are you having fun so far?”
she nods happily and starts rambling about how cool nobara is or how much fun yuuji is to be around. meanwhile, satoru is standing in a corner with his arms crossed and grumbling, “that’s my daughter, you know.”
“imagine losing your daughter’s affection to someone else,” megumi pops up from behind satoru.
he retorts with no hesitation, “imagine not having a father.”
satoru looks petrified at megumi who is so very offended. satoru starts mini-panicking, “wait—megumi, I was kidding!”
“divine dogs.”
satoru shrieks and d/n squeals, pointing at him, “minmin, daddy’s playing with ‘gumi’s dogs!”
nanami averts his attention to gojo playing (read: being attacked). he nods slowly at the suffering man, “he is having so much fun; isn’t he?”
“yay!” she throws her arms in the air.
nobara snaps a picture of d/n, “she’s adorable!”
yuuji sobs beside her, “I know right?!”
that was at the beginning of the day, but, right now, satoru has to attend a meeting for some reason with the higher-ups, including yaga. though, it hardly counts as a proper one considering that satoru laid out d/n toys so she can play with him.
“daddy, you’re not supposed to give him the green shirt; he needs the blue one.”
satoru quickly obeys, “yes ma’am,” and he changes the doll into his fabulous blue outfit. d/n giggles and holds his face to kiss his cheek.
one of the higher-ups clears his throat, “refrain from such disrespectful behavior during the meeting, gojo.”
satoru smiles humorlessly at the elder, “last time I checked, my daughter’s happiness is a lot more important than the nonsense you spout every single time.”
d/n carefully makes her way down the table and pulls on satoru’s pants, “daddy, toilet, please.”
“this was a fun meeting!” he beams, collecting d/n’s toys in her bag, “I have more urgent matters to attend to so adieu!” he mock bows, before bending to pick his daughter up, “let’s go princess.”
the door closes after satoru and d/n leave, and everyone looks at yaga. he takes a deep breath, “listen, that's his daughter. asking him not to pamper her is like asking a cat to let go of her kittens. you will get bit.”
time passes and satoru is chilling with d/n in the common room. she is laying on his lap and curled around herself. she groggily looks up to him, “when are we going to see mommy?”
he starts stroking her hair, “soon; I promise,” he takes out a candid picture he took of you and hands it to her, “how about you take this until we go back home and see mommy?”
she nods slowly and hugs the photo close. satoru smiles softly and presses a kiss to her forehead. not much after, d/n falls asleep with your photo secure in her hold.
it makes satoru chuckle. it reminds him of how he can never sleep without you either.
that’s why when he goes on mission, he scrolls endlessly through your photos until sleep takes over him or he listens to any voice message you sent. it helps him with the dilemma of missing you, and he is glad it helps his daughter the same way.
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I just read the “you won’t regret marrying me” for wriothesley and let me tell that this man is definitely going to cry on the wedding day
related 'you won't regret marrying me' fanfic here ! OH OH OH OHHH HE SO TOTALLY WOULD ?!??!? Like;;;; anon. when i tell u i got a vision when i received ur ask and i had to type it IMMEDIATELY thank u for sharing your thoughts im a mess now LMAO
Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!
GUYS I LOVE THIS ONE SO MUCH I ALMOST CRIED WRITING IT DONT LET IT FLOP PLS 💔
i like to think that you're both a bit unconventional with how you go about your wedding— for one, you had gone to each others' fitting for your wedding day outfit. Wriothesley had damn near cried when he saw you in the wedding garb that you would eventually choose as your piece— he had barely managed to keep it together when he saw his engagement ring on your finger, and you dressed in white, looking so breathtaking, and his to be together with forever.
He had to turn towards the corner in the fitting room for a second, frantically wiping his eyes and willing not to cry, because he was up next after you, and he didn't want his fitting to be with puffy red eyes. You had clung to his back, giggling at how cute and sweet he is, all the while you petted his back and hair comfortingly.
On your wedding day, though? All cards are off the table. He doesn't care about keeping his composure in front of the audience. Doesn't care that even Furina is there, or that Neuvillette is there, or even Navia or the traveller. He doesn't give two shits about how he's the Duke of Meropide, and he has a reputation to uphold.
The moment those big, grand doors open and you walk yourself down the aisle, a beaming grin on your face, he fucking cracks. He sniffles first, and there's itchiness in his eyes, and then fuck, tears are genuinely welling up in his eyes, and he groans, pressing his palms into his eyes to stem the stream of tears, but it's absolutely no use.
Because fuck, he's here, you're here, you're both wearing white, there are the rings, and you're about to get married. You're about to spend the rest of your life with him, and you look so excited for it. It makes his stomach flip like crazy, makes his brain turn to mush because he loves you so much, doesn't want to spend a single day not being yours for the rest of eternity.
He sobs into his hands, and Neuvillette, who's officiating the wedding, hands him a handkerchief, which he dabs at his eyes with, to no use. He can't stop the tears from flowing, because he's so happy.
And oh, you have a trembling smile on your face when you reach him, willing yourself not to cry too because you just know that if you do, you'll be a teary mess just like him, and the wedding will never finish at that rate. But you can't stop yourself from rushing into his chest, wrapping your arms around to hold him, and he holds you back too on pure instinct— buries his face in your hair as you bury yours in the crook of his neck.
"We made it," you tell him, squeezing his body to yours, smiling through the tears.
Wriothesley gives another hiccuping sob, holding you so close you think you could pop like a balloon. He leans further into you, like he wants to melt into your very person. "Yeah, sweetheart," he breathes, voice shaky. "We made it."
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