#this goes for everyone feel free to tell me if you think it doesn't fit your muse!!!

[aliceramblez]

BroZone Brothers With An Insecure S/O 😔💗

Tags: GN! Reader, Self-Deprecating Jokes, Low Self-Esteem, Abandonment Issues, Slight Body Insecurities. Fluff/Comfort.

A/N: Here we go with our first request! I really liked this idea as someone who has low self-esteem, and honestly it goes to all of y'all who think you're not good enough— cause you are! Also sorry it took a bit! I've been sick because the universe hates me 🙃

Feel free to leave a request & hope you enjoy! ^^

John Dory

At first, he doesn't really know what to make of it.

He finds it a bit strange, but doesn't question your odd sense of humor, and will sometimes even join in on the joke by saying stuff about himself, thinking it's some sort of inside thing between the two of you.

“Man, I can't believe I'm so clingy, sorry! Feel free to use me as a bad example, at least that way I won't be totally useless, haha!”

“Ha! You think that's bad? Babe, you haven't even seen me when I'm up at night just staring at the ceiling contemplating my life choices.”

It isn't until getting a good smack from Bruce and Floyd that he realizes you're actually being serious. And the prospect of that kinda puzzles him, not gonna lie.

“Look at you, tiger! Got yourself plenty of groupies already— Not surprising honestly. Don't have to worry about backups when you decide you're ready to move on, either!”

After a performance at the Pop Troll village, everyone is gushing over BroZone because of course they are. JD only barely manages to squeeze past the number of fans to get to you on the other side of the podium.

The oldest sibling looks at you in shock, and has to get closer to make sure he heard you right. “Babe, why would you say that?”

Caught off guard, you manage a nervous chuckle as you play with your hair. “I-I mean... Wow, would you look at the time! We gotta meet with Poppy and the others!”

John Dory stops you on your tracks and demands an explanation, which isn't really good for your poor heart. All you can do is kick the dirt and avoid his gaze, since that makes what you're about to say much easier to voice aloud.

“I mean... You're John Dory. You could date any troll you wanted and yet you're sticking with me. It honestly feels like a dream sometimes... And I'm scared of the day you realize you can do WAY better and decide to leave me.”

After processing this, he immediately holds your face in his hands and gives you the most serious expression you've ever seen on him. “I don't want just any random troll... I want you. You're my number one fan, and I'm yours, so don't even think about stuff like that, okay?”

After the exchange, he's always on the lookout for whenever your bad habit wants to kick in again and is ready to stop it ASAP

Spruce/Bruce

He notices it happens mostly when you're working at the cantina.

Whenever you get an order wrong, trip over your own feet or don't remember how to work one of the machines properly, you'll go into an awkward insecure flight response.

You'll say “Oops! Sorry! Clumsy Twinkle Toes, coming through!” while grinning and laughing along with the customers, but Bruce knows that it's affecting you more than you lead on.

It also happens whenever BroZone is getting ready to perform and you don't know what to do with yourself since you're “standing in the way”, despite being told multiple times that it's okay for you to be backstage with everyone else.

When he talks to you about it, you get really uncomfortable and just say that it's no big deal and that you can handle it.

“I've always been a clumsy person, so I guess that's always making me doubt myself over the smallest of things... Sorry if it's annoying.”

Bruce will then proceed to give you a huge warm hug and a kiss on the forehead as he whispers comforting words into your ear.

“Hey, I can be clumsy too! I've always been the worst out of everyone when it comes to choreography. Don't tell JD though, cause I know he'll throw a fit knowing I don't practice.”

He'll throw in other examples that may seem inconsequential to you, but you appreciate the effort nonetheless and smile and giggle through the embarrassing stories he shares.

He helps you get more confident by being there with you while taking orders at the cantina and praising you whenever you get something right— albeit in private as to not embarrass you.

Same goes with rehearsals, where he WILL drag you into the lounge area to hang with his brothers and/or Poppy and Viva when they decide to visit, too.

Overall he wants what's best for you and will try and push you out of your comfort zone, but only in a safe environment where he knows that if something does go wrong, it won't be as catastrophic as you make it out to be in your head.

You never stop thanking him for being your crutch during these times.

Clay

The moment he hears the words come out of your mouth he's completely flabbergasted.

First of all, who said those things to you? Because he swears he just wants to talk to them—

It's at a sleepover with his brothers and the gals at the Bergen Golf Course, and among the many games, snacks and movies watched, pictures are also taken.

As soon as you take a look at the array of selfies, you let out what sounds like a mix between a laugh and a sigh.

“I mean, at least it stays consistent— in photos, I look ugly. And in real life, I'm also ugly!”

As soon as those words leave your lips, Clay is at your side with an almost unreadable expression, only to snatch one of the photos from your hands. “How DARE you say that about the most attractive troll I've ever met? Shame on you!”

He then starts going around the room waving the picture around to his brothers, saying stuff like “Look how attractive my S/O is! I'm dating them!” while you're just blushing profusely and begging him to stop (even though deep down your kinda giddy about it).

After that day, Clay will do small gestures in which he reminds you how beautiful he thinks you are. Everything to outright saying it each morning, joking about it with his brothers, and even bragging about you to his friends in the Bergen Golf Course.

He's a simp and he's totally okay with that because it's you.

Clay feels like he's the luckiest troll in the world for being able to snatch someone like you since he's “the most boring and uninteresting of the bunch”, so he feels like he's hit the jackpot.

You immediately tell him that he's not boring to you and that he's the best boyfriend ever, which only causes him to smirk.

“Doesn't feel good to know the person you love feels so bad about themselves, does it?”

Finally realizing his reverse psychology, you give in with a laugh. “No, it doesn't. I guess... We can both work on that? Together?”

And so you do, and end up helping each other whenever one is feeling down in the dumps, as a sort of personal cheerleader. You truly couldn't have asked for someone better.

Floyd

You're the kind of person who's very vocal about your interests.

So it's no surprise that you have to catch yourself mid-ramble whenever you're talking about something you're either interested in or knowledgeable about. And with Floyd being such a good listener, it honestly slips your mind more times than you'd prefer.

After realizing you've been talking for too long, you turn pink in the face and start apologizing profusely.

“Sorry! You probably didn't need to hear all of that. They didn't call me ‘Chatter Box’ when I was younger for nothing! Haha...”

But Floyd could care less about any of that. He loves hearing you talk, not just because he's not much of a chatty person, but because he just finds it incredibly endearing.

He'll hold your hands in his own and give you the softest smile ever that just makes you think that it should be illegal to be THIS sweet.

“You're just so cute when you get lost in the moment like that. Besides, I love seeing you happy. By all means, I'm glad you get to do the talking for the both of us, otherwise we wouldn't get anywhere in this relationship.”

You laugh at his attempt to make you feel better and melt under the touch of his lips on your cheek.

After that, whenever you go out either just the two of you or with your group of friends, Floyd will encourage you to express yourself. He does this by either asking you a question directly or subtly incorporating you into the conversation by saying something like. “I think (y/n) knows about this kinda stuff. Don't you, love?”

Obviously this all happens with your consent beforehand, since he doesn't want to put you in a tight spot, either.

Either way, he always values whatever you have to say, since you always bring in new perspectives that maybe others didn't think about before.

He will also encourage you to be yourself and not try and match your topics of conversation with things you think other people will find interesting. You deserve to be happy by sharing what you love with the world.

Poppy and Viva are huge helps in the art of feeling confident by speaking your mind, and Floyd couldn't be happier for you.

You thank him by telling him about your day each night, in which sometimes he'll fall asleep to the soothing sound of your voice, which only warms your heart on so many levels.

“Goodnight, my prince.”

“Goodnight, my little chatter box.”

Branch

Just like Clay, this man is ready to throw hands.

Just give him a name and he'll get the job done before sunrise—

He notices that sometimes you struggle with finding outfits for different occasions, either something casual, dressy, classy, etc.

But it's not because you don't have anything in your wardrobe, on the contrary it's pretty much brimming. It's more the fact that you're not satisfied with any of them because you feel like you don't look good in them.

Branch tries to convince you otherwise, saying that you look great no matter what you wear, but you can't help but feel self-conscious in anything that isn't a good old sweatshirt.

He isn't knowledgeable in fashion (clearly) so he enlists the help of Poppy and The Snack Pack to try and cater outfits to your exact measurements, along with any other nitpicks you've had in the past with either texture or material.

I mean, Branch has backup plans to his backup plans, you think he wouldn't keep notes on what kind of stuff his S/O doesn't like— INCLUDING mundane stuff like their clothing?

He surprises you with these, and you can't help but feel attractive in them since he paid extra attending to the complaints you had from your own designs.

“I personally think you look great no matter what you wear. But if you feel so strongly about it, might as well get some stuff you'll actually enjoy wearing.” He'd said when you asked why he did it, and your heart just melted.

You vow to try and work on your self-imagine regardless, which he gets happy over and says he can't wait for you to see yourself the way he does.

[fluentmoviequoter]

Tim Testing

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!cop!reader

Summary: After transferring to the Mid-Wilshire division because of toxic male officers harassing you, you find yourself partnered with Tim Bradford. When you are injured during a Tim Test, you hide the injury so he doesn't think less of you.

Warnings: angst to fluff, misogynistic comments and actions toward reader (from police officers), reader is injured and passes out, Tim is a softie

Word Count: 2.5k+ words

A/N: This was such an amazing request!! Tim (and everyone at Mid-Wilshire) would be so welcoming after dealing with something like this, so I really enjoyed writing this one. I hope you enjoy and please feel free to let me know what you think!🤍

Masterlist | Tim Bradford Masterlist | Request Info/Fandom List

Picture from Pinterest

You knew from the beginning that it would be different for you, that being a female cop would have its pros, cons, and tough moments. What you didn’t expect was the men who were supposed to be your equals harassing you and making each moment far worse than it should have been.

Between the crass comments about how your uniform fit, questioning whether it was your time of the month whenever you tried to stand up for yourself, and their inability to trust you in the field, you learn your place quickly.

“I’d like to request a transfer to a different station,” you tell your commanding officer.

“Why?” he asks.

“Because there is no respect, no trust in this station. Looking over my shoulder while I’m trying to work, and having to defend myself against the very people who are supposed to have my back is exhausting and it makes me unable to do my job.”

He sighs, rolling his eyes as he slides a form to you. “Your decision. Though showing how weak you are by moving around every time things get hard, or your feelings get hurt isn’t plausible.”

“And you had to ask why,” you mutter, snatching the paper off his desk and walking out to fill it out in private.

“Hey, princess, before we leave on patrol I need to know you don’t have your gun at the front of your belt,” someone calls. “Don’t want to risk getting killed by your poor aim.”

You remain silent, which makes them quit or spurs them on to push you further. As if your day isn’t going poorly already, they take your silence as a weakness.

“Just her gun? You should be more worried about how her attitude changes if her bra rides up or her hormones spike,” a second voice adds.

“You’re on your own today,” you reply. “I’m on desk duty.”

“Finally, someone put you where you belong.”

The men laugh as they walk toward their shops, and you take a deep breath as the quiet settles over the station. Once your paperwork is complete, you take it to the captain. You can only hope it goes through quickly before you get fed up and quit forever.

✯✯✯✯✯

Your commanding officer yells your name as you walk in, intercepting you on your way to the locker room. 

“Your transfer just came through, you’re expected at the Mid-Wilshire division for roll call first thing in the morning; today’s PTO while we complete the paperwork,” he informs.

You accept the paper he hands you and pretend not to hear as he adds, “I hope they know what they’re getting into and have the patience to deal with you.”

Smiling as you empty your locker, you hope things are looking up. Although, you know it will be hard to open up to new people and trust new cops, even if they are different than your previous team.

✯✯✯✯✯

Entering the Mid-Wilshire station, you cross your fingers that transferring was the right decision. Sergeant Wade Grey is your new commanding officer, and your day (and your future) relies on this meeting going well.

“Sergeant Grey?” you ask, knocking on his open door.

He looks up, smiling as he beckons you inside. Saying your name, he opens a folder and compliments your arrest record. “I was surprised to hear you asked for a transfer, it seemed like you were doing well at your previous station.”

“The environment was making it difficult to do as well as I know I can, sir,” you answer.

Grey nods. “I can understand that. Our people are good, though, so I expect you will fit in well and succeed in all you do here.”

“I appreciate that, sir.”

“And you can drop the ‘sir,’ we’re not as formal as some other stations.”

Blinking in surprise, you look away from Wade when another cop enters the small office. 

“Sergeant Bradford, I’d like to introduce you to your new partner. I will warn both of you this is likely a temporary partnership, but one I trust will do you both some good.”

You smile at Bradford, who tilts his head to the side as he looks you over. It’s clear that he isn’t thrilled about having a partner, having grown used to working alone since becoming a sergeant. As long as he doesn’t treat you like a boot, or worse, like a girl who doesn’t have what it takes to be a cop, you can survive working with him for a few weeks.

What you don’t see, though, is that Tim can look at you and tell you’re a good cop. He reviewed your paperwork and arrest record with Wade yesterday, and he’s impressed by you. You’re good, but you have the potential to be better with the right help. And, for some reason, Wade is convinced that Tim can give you the push you need to be your best.

“Okay, let’s go,” Tim says, turning away as Wade tells you to have a good day.

✯✯✯✯✯

Tim acknowledges that you’re not a rookie but warns you from the beginning that you still have something to prove.

“I know you’ve been a cop for a while, but I haven’t seen you in action. Your records are admirable, but I need to see proof that you’re still that good,” he explains. “So, I will test you and challenge you while we’re riding together, but don’t view it as starting over, more like proving grounds than qualifications.”

You nod, remembering something Wade muttered about “Tim Tests,” which you’re sure are unique to Bradford.

“I understand. I’ll do my best, and I want to learn to be better.”

Tim doesn’t reply, and you raise your guard, unimpressed with how shut off he is with you. In general, your past has made you wary around men; after Tim’s insistence that you have something to prove, you are determined to hide everything that could be taken as a sign of weakness. You will do whatever it takes to show you are a good cop, worthy of respect.

Slamming on the brakes, Tim yells, “We’re being ambushed; what do you do?”

“Radio for backup, stay in the shop, stay low, and fire only if necessary,” you answer, nearly robotically, as he catches you off guard.

Tim eases back onto the road, ignoring you once again.

✯✯✯✯✯

Just before your scheduled lunch break, something which you haven’t actually enjoyed in far too long, Tim parks between two old warehouses.

“There’s a suspicious package in the gray building, you’re riding alone and need to check it out,” he explains. “Radio any information as you find it.”

You switch your radio to a private channel with Tim, accepting the call as you exit the shop and enter the building. It’s dark and wet, but you refuse to accept any comments or disdainful looks from Tim if you fail this test, so you will find the package and impress him as quickly as possible.

“7-Adam-9, located suspicious package: brown paper bag situated between steel beams,” you radio.

“Dispatch, requesting additional information,” Tim replies.

You sigh, moving forward to look at the bag because you can’t touch it. When you move, the beams sitting upright in the warehouse shift. Stepping back a second too late, one side of the heavy structure hits the back of your shoulder, shoving you forward into the crate holding the package.

Pain radiates through your shoulder as you move to the side, pulling yourself away from the mess you made with a sharp inhale.

“7-Adam-9, false alarm. Suspicious package is empty. Code 4.”

“Copy 7-Adam-9.”

Taking a step toward the door, you hiss in pain as the pain moves from your shoulder around to your ribs, where you fell against the crate. It seems likely that you broke something or at least got a deep bruise, but telling Tim would be like admitting that you’re weak. So, as you level your expression and cover your pain by walking normally, you decide to hide your pain.

Being labeled weak or incapable, or as before, giving Tim a reason to view you as less than is not an option anymore. Buckling your seatbelt, you press your lips together to keep your pained sounds muted, and the feeling of the seat on your shoulder makes you count down the minutes until you can get out of the shop.

✯✯✯✯✯

As the day goes on, your pain grows in intensity. Each breath causes immeasurable pain, and your stomach turns when you move your shoulder in any direction.

“Wade’s going to ask me, so how’s your first day going?” Tim asks, turning down a residential street to respond to a noise disturbance.

“Fine,” you answer quickly, clenching your jaw to stay quiet.

“Good,” he replies, though his voice sounds different. “Glad you found a station that works for you.”

You can’t tell if his comment is passive-aggressive, implying that you are the issue rather than the station you transferred from. The overbearing pain you’re feeling makes it nearly impossible to care.

“You take point on this one,” Tim offers as he parks by the curb.

“Yes, sir.”

Asking questions and explaining the city’s noise ordinances to the tenant, you’re momentarily distracted from your pain. The moment you turn to return to the shop, though, you’re reminded that your new position isn’t quite as enjoyable as you were expecting.

“Take us back to the station,” Tim says, tossing the shop keys to you.

When you raise your hand to catch the keys, your shoulder screams in protest, and you close your eyes momentarily to hide the pain.

“You alright?” Tim asks.

Nodding, you release a sigh when Tim climbs into the passenger seat, too easily convinced by your answer.

✯✯✯✯✯

After a quick meeting with Wade, discussing your new role, and signing a few documents, you head for the locker room. When you pull your shirt off, you glance in the mirror, surprised to see the size and color of the bruise; your entire shoulder, over to your neck and down around the front of your ribs, is a sickening purple. The yellowish tint around the edges is a sign that it will only worsen before it begins to heal. Attempting to raise your arm again, you feel something shift under your skin and step into one of the bathroom stalls, kneeling as you try to keep yourself from being sick. When you lean your head against the metal wall, the coolness is soothing, and as you finally let yourself acknowledge the pain, it becomes all you can feel.

✯✯✯✯✯

Tim opens Wade’s door, furrowing his brows when he sees you’re not there.

“She left a few minutes ago,” Wade answers.

“Her car’s still here.”

“Must be in the locker room then.”

“Why’d she transfer?” Tim asks, stepping inside to close the door.

“I don’t know, Bradford. You’re going to have to ask her.”

Tim nods, turning away to search for you. He knocks on the locker room door, and when no one answers, he opens it and says your name. Once again met with silence, he steps inside and looks around. Your locker is open, but you’re nowhere to be seen. As he rounds the last row of lockers, he sees someone sitting on the floor in one of the bathroom stalls.

Tim says your name, knocking on the door. It opens at his touch, and he catches it before it hits your arm. Kneeling beside you, he looks across your face, pressing his hand behind your neck as he tries to find the source of your unconsciousness. His hand dips to your upper shoulder, and you groan, opening your eyes.

Tim ignores you as you wake, gently leaning you forward as he surveys the bruise where it’s visible past your tank top.

“Stay awake,” he says, moving you again. “Just your shoulder?”

You nod, and he demands to know: “Home or hospital?”

“Home,” you whisper. “But I can-“

“Obviously you can’t,” Tim snaps, his arms gentler than his voice as he lifts you from the ground.

✯✯✯✯✯

You stay conscious, fighting against the pain as you give Tim directions to your home. After getting you inside and as comfortable as possible, he leaves your side to gather a few things before returning. He gives you a glass of water and a few pain reliever pills, waiting until you’ve taken them to lay an ice pack across your shoulder. You take a deep breath at the cold before catching yourself.

“What else hurts?” Tim asks.

“My ribs,” you admit.

He leans you back gently, pushing your tank top to your sternum as he surveys the darkening bruise across your lower ribcage. Gently moving his hand across your skin, he doesn’t feel anything obviously broken, apologizing as you whimper at the pressure. Pulling the first aid kit he brought from your kitchen to his side, he places several cooling packets over your ribs. 

Satisfied that he’s done all he can do for you, Tim moves to sit across from you, making himself comfortable in your living room.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

“I’m not leaving,” he answers quickly, “what if you collapse again?”

“I’ll be fine.”

Tim silences, closing his eyes as he leans back. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You’ve heard that question dozens of times, but previously, it was asked in a much different tone. Always an accusation that you hadn’t handled something correctly or that you should have let someone else do whatever it was that needed to be done. 

When you look back at Tim, his eyes are on you, and you shrug. His eyes narrow as his gaze intensifies, demanding your answer.

“The last station that I worked at made me nervous to tell people things, especially other cops. All of the guys that I worked with harassed me constantly, and they tried to convince me that I wasn’t a good cop because I was a woman. So, I have trouble trusting other police officers with personal things. During your Tim Tests, I thought that if I acknowledged something had happened, you’d see me the same way.”

“Which way?”

“Weak, incapable,” you answer, trailing off.

“They were bad people,” Tim explains. “They may have been okay cops, but no one deserves to be treated like that.”

You nod, licking your lips as your gaze drops to the blanket across your lap.

“Want to tell me what happened today?” he pries.

“The steel beams around the bag?” Tim nods, so you continue, “They fell. One of them hit my shoulder and knocked me forward.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You couldn’t have known that would happen. Besides, you helped me. My last partner would have found a way to blame be.”

“Like I said, bad people. But you… you’re a good person and a good cop,” Tim continues. “I’ve known that since you walked in, but I needed to know that you knew. Getting hurt or being unable to do something on the first try doesn’t make you less of a person, or a cop. Being a woman doesn’t either. And if they didn’t see that, it’s their loss.”

“Thank you,” you whisper, looking into his eyes.

“And my gain.”

You furrow your brows at Tim, but he leans back and closes his eyes instead of elaborating.

[d6volution]

I don't know if this has been done yet but...can I request Yandere!Jax f_cking the reader into submission?! With like.. possession and obsessive behaviors? I don't normally ask for stuff like this so feel free to ignore, if it doesn't tickle your fancy UwU

I'm debating on making this into a little yandere!jax series hmm...

anyways enjoy!

tags: afab!reader x jax , choking, light oral, rough sex, possessive jax, cream pie.

Jax's eye twitched.

He was getting fed up with you, ever since you arrived here you've been acting like you run the damn place. That was his job.

Being stuck on his boat with you and the others wasn't making this ANY better. And it wasn't a very big boat, just a small speed boat big enough to fit everyone. Just barely.

For context, Caine sent you all off on another adventure, find the treasure before these nasty pirates do and blah blah blah whatever.

"Just hand over the map wouldja?" Jax extended his hand, still overly accustomed to getting his way.

"Yeah, and who put you in charge anyways little bunny??" You rolled up the map and poked the side of his head with it a few times before he rolled his eyes and gripped your arm, yanking you towards him.

"Watch it, doll face. Oh, and don't go running ta' Caine when your hand goes missin." He smirked and you jerked away from him.

"Wh.. Whatever just let me find our way to this stupid treasure so we can get out of here!"

Jax raised his hands in his defense, "Jeez when did women become so hostile, so much for docile and loving.."

"Jax I swear to god I'll shove your ass off this boat and make you swim back!"

"Oh yeah? Do it, .. I dare you." He stood up , making the boat rock a little and you followed suit. Gritting your teeth at his boldness.

Unfortunately your height made you look less intimidating, only reaching just beneath his shoulders.

"I'm going to wipe that stupid grin off of your face!" You basically tackled him and ... well, in the end you both fell over board.

Flash forward a few moments later and you both were soaked, sitting with your arms crossed like children as pomni and ragatha took over the map and guiding the boat.

"I hope you know your washing my clothes when we get back, toots."

You scoffed, "In your dreams."

The adventure wrapped up nicely, but you and Jax both opted out of the dinner to instead go dry yourselves off.

There was one problem though.. Jax passed his room and continued to follow you to yours.

"Just what do you think your doing?"

"You thought I was jokin' these clothes need quite the washing. You can't expect me to do it myself can ya?" He smirked, watching your face ball up as he belittled you right to your face.

"Buzz off, Jax I'm not doing your damn laundry."

You tried to rush into your room and slam the door but his foot caught it before you could, he pushed the door open without any regards to your safety causing the door to fly wide and open and you to fall onto your ass.

"Jax, you assh—"  You looked up , still frazzled from falling, and came almost  face to face with his crotch. He was still wet. Thus, his clothes were clinging to the large imprint in between his legs.

"See something ya like motor mouth?" He grinned and squats in front of you, causing you to hurry and scurry backward.

Your face was on fire.

"N.. No, just— would you help me up and get some dry clothes on!?"

"You're one to talk. it looks like your body doesn't like it when you lie to me." He rested his cheek on his palm, head tilting as he stared at your chest. Unfortunately, your clothes were sticking to your skin , and your nipples stiffened against the fabric, making it all too obvious that you were having more than innocent thoughts about him right now.

"Th.. That doesn't mean anything! I'm obviously cold!"

"Uh huh, keep telling yourself that.. what's the deal anyways, scared I'll show you the time of your life?"

You laughed obnoxiously loud, "Yeah, I'd like to see you try!" Oh, that probably sounded like an open invitation, didn't it— "Ah..!" Suddenly, you were falling backward, but you caught yourself by your elbows.

He was yanking your pants off, which wasn't easy considering that they were still very wet, your eyes darted from your pants to his crotch again, which was growing in size. You swallowed.

"W.. Wait, wait you prick!" You tried to sound more intimidating but it sounded like a helpless plea.

He sighed, "What now? You aren't chickening out, are ya?" He hoped not , he couldn't lose this chance now. This was just too good.. seeing you like this all scared and nervous it was doing something to him.

"O.. Of course not, I can do it myself.." He hummed in amusement, watching you with that shit eating grin.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck, what had you gotten yourself into? Even back in the human world, you only had sex like.. twice! And that was almost a year ago. But there was no way in hell you were telling him that.

You finally got the damn pants, .. and underwear off, still keeping your knees locked together.

"Good girl, so you can play nice." He grinned , your expression and sputtering made it clear that you were caught off guard by his praise. Too bad he doesn't plan on being nice himself from here on out.

He yanked you by your hips and immediately maneuvered your legs apart, he dove face first in between your legs and started lapping at your cunt without warning. His tongue was rough, long and warm.

The tip of his tongue nudged at your entrance. He was drunk on your taste already. Hell, if he'd give this up to anyone else.

You scrambled, but he was easily overpowering you, "J.. Jax, you.. bastard s.. staa..." You whined and tried to push his head away.

Clearly irritated he sat up and grabbed both your hands within his much larger ones, "Quit movin' or ill just fuck you without any prep, alright sweetheart?"

You stiffened up, fuck you can't let him win again. You puffed out your chest, which earned another grin from him. "S.. So what? I can take it, you think .. you think I'm scared or something?" You tried to challenge him, wondering if he'd call your bluff.

"Oh? Fine by me." He started to remove his overalls. Your heart was racing , breathe caught in your throat as his thick shaft flopped free from its confines, he was already lining it up with your cunt. "J.. Just do it! You scare—"

He gripped the fat of your thighs before he rammed into you, knocking the wind out of you. "Hn.. Hha—"

"What happened to all that talk, huh? .. fuck you're tight." He hunched over you and started to thrust into your warm cunt , slow and steady but you felt so full. It was definitely the lack of prep but you couldn't help but moan and whine in his ear as the painful drag of his cock made you feel absolutely dizzy.

"Hmm? Is this all ya needed, doll face? Some cock to calm ya down?" He chuckled and sharply thrusted against that spongy spot inside of you, causing you to yelp and wriggle beneath him.

"S.. Shut.. up.. hha.. fuck.." You sounded pathetic beneath, "c.. can't you do better than this?" Oh, you were digging your own grave here.

"Heh." He propped up your legs, your ankles nearly touching your ears. "Don't say I didn't warn ya, babe." His hips began to piston into your cunt which made a lewd wet and slapping sound, you were beyond aroused, juices coating his cock effortlessly. "Fuck, there we go.." He moaned into your ear.

You could hardly speak, gripping at his back as he relentlessly attacked your cervix with the tip of his cock. "pl.. please...!" You didn't know what you were begging for.

"Please what, huh? Screwin' with me all day, pushing me into the.. fuck— damn water. you deserve this." He panted, and sat up , putting a little bit of space between you before grabbing your throat. Placing just the right amount of pressure to get you tightening up around him even more.

He honestly did this just for kicks, just to see that scared expression again.

"Gettin' off to be choked too, what a slut. Nngh.. it's fine though, ya know why doll?"

He leaned back down, his hips never ceasing to move. Your foreheads touched, "Because you're all mine now. C.. Can't let this tight cunt slip away from me.. mnh.."

He knows you wouldn't even be able to leave if you tried. You're stuck here with him forever.

You whimpered and pleaded pathetically, tears forming in your eyes. It was too much, it felt too good. Your entire body was buzzing with pleasure. "J–Jax.. gonna..!" You gasped, and he finally removed his hand.

"That's right cum on my cock babe, fuck." He grunted and used his free hand to rub circles onto your clit, pushing you over the edge immediately.

You yelled his name in pleasure, legs shaking and cunt siezing around him. It made you too tight, causing him to blow his load inside of you, "Shit.."

He slowly pulled out and a few more ropes of cum spilled onto your stomach.

Jax looked at you, all fucked out and barely able to keep your eyes open. He couldn't let anyone else see you like this.

Ever.

Unbeknownst to you, Jax just latched himself onto you. It'd be hard to rid of him after this.

It was like a coil snapped inside of him.

He stared at your for a long while, you were half asleep so you didn't exactly notice.

"Hey, toots." He gently slapped your cheek.

"C'mon.. we both need a shower. We can take care of the clothes later, yeah?"

"Huh, shower.. together..? n-no that's—"

"Ya really pulling that card right now? For all you know I could've just knocked you up, now c'mon."

The bunny pulled you onto your wobbly legs and into the bathroom to clean up.

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 48

part 1 | part 47 | ao3

cw: mentions of smoking/sexual activity

Chapter 11

February

For two and a half months, Steve’s life goes perfectly. He didn’t realize how far into a pit he’d fallen until Eddie showed up to help Robin and the kids lift him out, but the difference is jarring. Golden hour sunlight after catching a matinée.

Steve spends two months blinking.

He sloughs off his sadness like a snake shedding skin; spends the winter getting back to being Steve, restocks his favorite hair products and restarts his fitness routines — morning runs through the woods, afternoon pick-up games with Lucas and some of his teammates when the weather doesn’t suck. Weightlifting in the evenings because Eddie says he likes how Steve’s arms look when they get a little big, says it’s more fun to pin him down when he knows it’s just for show.

And he tries new things, too, just because Eddie likes them or because the kids think they're cool. He reads a Vonnegut novel. He eats Indian curry. He even learns a song on guitar.

...Sort of.

Eventually.

(Actually, that whole thing goes pretty horribly and takes for-fucking-ever. Eddie spends an afternoon patiently encouraging him and doing his best not to tease while Steve clumsily moves through a beginner chord progression, and then breaks down wheezing when, after the sixth attempt with no improvement, Steve puts the guitar down in a huff and threatens to demote his pinky finger from his hand if it doesn't start cooperating. Eddie laughs so hard he tips face-first into Steve's crotch, and it takes them a sticky-spitty-sweaty half hour to get back to the lesson.)

Anyway, he likes the way their lives entangle. As easy as weaving his hands through Eddie’s hair.

He gets invited to band practice; he sits in on D&D. Sometimes he watches sports with Wayne when he's got a day off, then he heads out with Eddie for long joyrides through the countryside.

Eddie blasts his metal music when they get out to the backroads, and he talks too loudly over the bass and laughs even louder and rants about nothing and smokes cigarettes while he headbangs to his favorite guitar solos — almost lights his hair on fire on more than one occasion, fucking dumbass — and he does this silly, lewd shit that makes Steve's chest just ache. Makes it clench around the word that's been burning a hole in his tongue since New Year's Eve. Eddie wags his brows and palms himself through his jeans and asks if Steve wants to take another joyride when they get home, and Steve thinks:

God, I love you.

I love you.

How could I not love you?

And really, how could he not? And how much longer can he keep not telling him so? When it feels like the word is going to burst out of his chest Alien-style any second.

When it feels like Eddie's the reason he even has a home to get to.

Slowly — so slowly, hours spent thrifting and bartering and keeping an eye out for free stuff left out on the curb, even more hours sanding and painting and caulking and sweating to death between trips to the hardware store — they redo Steve's whole trailer. Floor to ceiling, wall to wall, they exorcise the haunted tin can. They make it his; they make it theirs.

Eddie injects life into every inch of the space, fills it with weird art and funky lamps and a big, comfy leather couch that he likes to bend Steve over. Comes inside him in every room when they get done working on it as a reward; gasps in Steve's ear about how he always wants to be inside him: in his home, in his body, nestled deep inside his heart. "Keep me right here, baby," he breathes as he fucks Steve against a wall, his left hand gripping Steve's chest while he fills him from behind.

It’s perfect.

It's perfect.

Everything is beautiful and nothing hurts unless Steve asks.

And then, because this godforsaken town and everyone in it are fucking cursed, one day it isn’t anymore.

—

part 49

tag list in separate reblogs under '#trailer park steve au taglist' if you'd like to filter that content. if you want to be added please comment and let me know (must be over 21; please either verify in the comment or have your age visible on your blog)

[cozage]

Hi. How are you? Congratulations! Can I please have an option 1? How about Law, Zoro, Sanji, Luffy, Sabo and Ace (feel free to pick and choose) teaching a s/o (preferably female) how to fight? Like Zoro teaching the reader to sword fight or Sanji teaching his to use black leg. Thank you 💙🤍💙🤍

Omg girlie hey!!! How have you been?!!? Good I hope <3 

Send me an event request!

Characters: gn reader x Ace, Zoro, Sanji, Luffy Total word count: 650

Teaching Moments

Ace

Literally so patient and such a good teacher but works you to the bone. He forgets that you are new at this and he has been training since he was born.

Hand-to-hand combat isn’t necessarily your strong suit, but he figures out you're quite good with a pipe. 

He is also very good at fighting with a pipe (is there anything this man is bad at?!?!)

He won’t pull punches or go easy on you just because he loves you. You will crawl away from your training sessions with bruises and cuts all over your body.

After your sessions, he’ll walk with you to Marco to get healed up, and then he’ll give you a really nice, warm massage to loosen up your muscles. That alone makes your training day worth it. 

You sometimes feel like you’re not making any progress, but when you start fighting people who aren’t Ace, you realize you’re much better than most of them. Fighting the best of the best really has its perks.

Zoro

Zoro is a good teacher…most of the time. 

He gets frustrated easily when you don’t follow instructions, and expects you to come in with basic sword skills, but you don’t have any. 

You have to remind him that not everyone grew up in a dojo, where they learned about swords morning, noon, and night. After he learns that, he takes you back to the beginning, teaching you in a new light. 

He returns to the bamboo stick and the formations, and suddenly he becomes happier, laughing more with you and telling you about his childhood at the dojo. Every skill you learn is paired with a “Well when I was a kid…” story, and it warms your heart. 

He takes you to a store to get your own swords. He definitely believes that you need to pick your own sword. He gives you pointers and advice, but he mostly leaves it up to you. He knows how important of a decision it is, and he won't interfere with fate.

He takes it easy on you. He can skillfully decipher just how much he needs to pressure you to get you to continue to grow.

Zoro doesn't understand much in his life, but he does understand two things: swords and you.

Sanji

Sanji. Bless his heart. He is not a good teacher. 

He goes too easy on you and treats you like you’re too fragile.

It actually begins to put a bit of a strain on your relationship because it feels like he doesn’t think you’re capable of fighting the way he does.

In reality, he just doesn’t think a lady needs to fight. And he certainly doesn’t want to hurt you during training. He can’t hit a lady, even to defend himself.

He wants you to learn, and you know he’s not being rude or malicious, but in order to save your relationship, you end up finding another fighting instructor. 

Instead of fighting, you help him prepare meals. And thankfully, he’s more than happy to let you help him do kitchen prep. 

Luffy

Luffy is…Luffy. 

Your training sessions always start out strong. He’s surprisingly good at giving you pointers (“raise your elbow” or “a right hook would’ve been better than a direct attack right there”)

Sometimes he forgets that not everyone has gum-gum powers. He’ll advise you to fling your body towards your opponents and you’ll just kind of deadpan and wait for him to realize his mistake, which always leads to a fit of giggles from you both. 

Training sessions never last long. You guys always get distracted by someone or something, or you all get hungry or start chasing each other around, laughing and playing another game. 

It’s always fun, you’re just never sure how much you’re actually learning. Sometimes you get irritated and think neither of you are taking it seriously, but Luffy’s way of life is “if it’s not fun, we shouldn’t do it”. 

Little do you realize, he’s actually training you through the games you all play, and the mischief you guys get into. He’s a pretty good teacher overall. 

[azrielslightintheshadows]

Hello! I'm back!

Could I request a cassian one this time? :0

The reader is his pregnant mate when Nesta comes along and starts taking up most of Cassian's time for training. When reader tries to talk to him about it he doesn't get it and it's only thinking of the orders rhysand gave him. Reader cries and yells at him before storming off. Maybe she goes to amren's and refuses to talk to him for a week? You can decide how it ends!

I've been living for your angst so much! Your writing is amazing so thank you for sharing with the fandom it means a lot! I hope your computer troubles get sorted soon, but thank you for continuing dispite it! (You're doing amazing sweetie :-D)

-🌿

My girls.

Cassian x f!Reader

Masterlist.

Warnings; angst, swearing.

Hello leaf annon!!! I missed you! Hope you enjoy this too! I wasn't sure if you wanted Cassian to know about the pregnancy so I'm so sorry if this isn't what you wanted, feel free to request a new one where he doesn't know!

Cassian always wanted to become a father, he had discussed about it with you multiple times since the first month you two met, so after 15 years of trying it finally happened and you couldn’t be more ecstatic. Cassian almost fainted when you told him, he yearned for it so much that he actually couldn’t believe it, then fear took over and he became so overprotective and unbearable that you sometimes wanted to move out of the house of wind. But you quickly realized that you actually loved this side of him, and unfortunately you only came to that conclusion when he stopped showing any interest. When the two Archeron sisters were thrown into the Cauldron everything changed, at first everyone was trying to find a way to get Feyre back from the spring court, then they had to find a way to help the other two sisters adjust to the new world they were forcibly made part of and lastly, they had to stop Nesta from doing stupid shit that compromised everyone’s lives and money.

You didn’t mind it at first and you even tried to help the young females as much as you could but when Rhysand ordered Cassian to keep an eye on Nesta your heart broke. You didn’t know if it was the hormones of the pregnancy or the primal instincts of the mating bond that made you want to chew her head off. You were able to control yourself until now. Cassian kept spending most of his time with her, he would leave your bed before you woke up to train her, he would take her out for lunch after their training and then he would take her to Rhysand to find a way to control her powers. You would wait for him to have dinner together but most of the days he would follow Nesta around town making sure she didn't visit the taverns and fall back to her old habits. You had enough, your baby bump was getting bigger and bigger every day, you couldn’t do half of the things you used to, your clothes didn’t fit you and no one was there to help you. So, you decided to confront Cassian about everything.

You sat on your shared bed wearing one oversized shirt that belonged to Cassian and one pair of his grey sweatpants -the only clothes that fit- and pulled the bond harshly wanting to make a statement about how urgent it was. After a few minutes you heard the familiar beating sound of wings and your mate’s hurried footsteps, he burst into the room panting and with a worried expression.

“What happened? Are you okay? Is it the baby? Oh Cauldron… is there something wrong with the baby?” he was frantically scanning your body and then his wide eyes stayed on your round belly.

“The baby is fine…” you sighed feeling guilty for worrying him.

Cassian’s face became hard as stone as he stared at you.

“I’m not okay Cass” you confessed and lowered your gaze to the floor.

“Why?” “Because I feel neglected, you spend most of your time with Nesta you are never here…and I need you now more than ever.” You replied and pointed to your belly.

“Are you serious right now? You pulled me out of an important meeting just to tell me you’re feeling lonely?” He yelled.

Your bottom lip trembled, and you felt tears streaming down your face. Cassian saw your expression and for a split second his features softened but then the cold mask was back.

“I’ve been working my ass off to keep you and everyone safe for the past few months and this is the thanks I get. I’m drowning every day trying to handle all the duties Rhysand gave me and my own mate only cares about herself” His voice was getting louder with each word.

You couldn’t take it anymore, so you got up and with one swift move you hit your vanity, all your stuff scattering around.

“Fuck off, this is your baby too, if you can’t be a general and a father too then stay alone, I don’t want you near my child if you’re going to neglect it too.” You screamed and stormed off. Cassian froze, he had never seen you this angry, he stared at your broken things on the ground and replayed the things you said in his mind. You always wanted to talk things through and now that you yelled and stormed off, he didn’t know what to do. He thought about the past few months and his heart ached as he realized that he was never there for you, he missed most of your pregnancy because of some orders that Azriel could handle just fine if he asked him to. Guilt consumed him burning his whole body, his throat was closing, and he felt the panic... it came so strong that he almost dropped on his knees. His wings slumped and sobs started shaking his body.

“What did I do?” he whispered.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

After you stormed off, you found Rhysand in the dinning room and begged him to take you somewhere else, you didn’t want to face Cassian again, your pregnancy made you feel everything ten times stronger, and you were certain that if you saw his face, you would actually try to behead him. Rhysand could see how broken you were so without a word he winnowed you to your best friend’s – Amren’s apartment. You met Amren a few months after Cassian, the tiny ancient one as your mate called her, loved to terrorize him so you instantly clicked to Cassian’s horror and you both made his life more difficult than it should have been. He didn’t mind it though, he loved the sound of your laughter every time he fell for one of your pranks.

When you and Rhysand appeared in the middle of her apartment, and she saw your face she instantly jumped off her bed and engulfed you in a warm hug.

“What happened girl?” she asked and waved to Rhysand. She knew that you wouldn’t talk in front of the high lord. He nodded and disappeared.

You were sitting on her bed, explaining what happened and crying your heart out.

Amren listened carefully, a pissed look appearing on her face and low growls leaving her throat.

“Fucking idiot, I will strangle him with my bare hands.”

“No… please don’t say anything, I need some time to heal and then I will strangle him myself.” You smiled and amusement flashed in her eyes.

“What are you going to do?” she asked. “I would like to stay here if you don’t mind, at least until the baby is born.” You caressed your belly.

“Are you sure? I don’t mind having you here but wouldn’t you like Cassian to be there when you give birth?” she asked.

“No… at least for now.”

“Okay.” She said and shrugged.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Cassian was losing his mind, he kept begging Rhysand to let him come get you, the high lord though wouldn’t budge, he went through the warlord’s mind and when he found out what had happened rage filled his body and mind. He couldn’t believe how stupid his brother is. His heart ached for you, and he was internally accusing himself for everything, he regretted giving all these duties to Cassian, he couldn’t understand how he didn’t stop to consider how the pregnant female -full of hormones- would feel if her mate spent most of his time with another female. So, he decided to at least respect your wish to stay away and not let Cassian come get you, he felt bad for using his high lord’s voice on his brother, but he had to.

“Rhys, please.” Cassian pleaded for the hundredth time.

“No. You messed up and she needs time, we have to respect that” Rhysand scowled.

“She’s coming back though… right?” the warlord’s voice was barely above a whisper, he looked like a small child needing its parent’s reassurance.

Rhysand thought about that, he didn’t know for sure and for the first time since you left, he felt fear. His furrowed eyebrows and his silence didn’t go unnoticed by the general who let out a cry. Azriel’s eyes watered at the sight, and he stepped out of the shadows, placing his hand on his brother’s shoulder to console him. The shadowsinger glanced at Rhys who shook his head and flicked his fingers, a bottle of whiskey appearing on the table.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

It had been one week since you left, Amren had been so supportive, and you even found her reading a book about birth in case you needed help. You knew that Rhysand was frequently checking in by her unfocussed eyes. You were glad that Cassian didn’t come to get you and you made a mental note to thank Rhys for that. The baby had stopped kicking ever since the fight and it broke your heart, you realized that it used to kick only when it heard Cassian’s voice, and now… nothing.

You were on the verge of crying again when Rhys appeared in the middle of the room.

“Next time you appear here without informing me first you are done.” Amren growled. “Sorry…” Rhysand gave her his signature feline smile and turned to you. “Y/n… he is a mess, I have never seen him like that. You must come back”.

“When I was a mess he didn’t even notice, so believe me when I say that I don’t care, he deserves it.” You crossed your hands, resting them on your swollen belly.

Rhysand opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off with a gasp.

“Oh no” you said and crouched. “What’s wrong?” Rhys and Amren said at the same time and rushed to you.

“The baby is coming” you shouted, and they helped you to the bed. “I’m going to get Madja” Rhysand said and took a few steps back. “Cassian… I want Cassian” you cried out and he nodded.

Amren removed your pants and helped you get in a comfortable position, she brought pillows and warm towels. “Cassian” you screamed and grabbed her hand.

“I know… he is coming” she whispered and squeezed your hand. “Please I need him please” you cried and screamed his name again.

Strong arms engulfed you and your mate’s familiar scent filled your nostrils.

“I’m here doll…” he whispered and pressed a kiss on your temple.

“Don’t leave” you cried.

“Never” he replied and hugged you harder.

Madja was between your legs and after a few pushes your baby girl made her way to this world crying and kicking.

“She’s beautiful” Cassian whispered as he stared down to the little bundle of blankets in his arms. She looked so tiny when he held her, and the sight warmed your heart. The moment Madja placed her in her daddy’s arms she stared at him and slowly closed her eyes feeling warm and safe.

“I love you” he said and looked at you “I love you both, I will never let you down again”.

“I know… we love you too” you replied, and he laid next to you putting your baby girl between the two of you.

He draped a protective wing above you, creating a cocoon and whispered.

“My girls”

Requests are open but delayed!

[urperfectcinnamonroll07]

Can I request a chishiya angst please?? but later it goes angst smut?? please do it!! Im dying to see one! Thank you!

Guilty Pleasures

requested?: yes pairing(s): shuntarō chishiya x afab!reader genre: angst, smut warning(s): angst, smut, hate fuck, mentions of close death, mentions of injury and being shot, mentions of blood and crying, pussy slapping, degradation, chishiya being a nonchalant little bitch (shock horror gasp), unprotected sex (stay safe pls), piv sex, summary: 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 word count: 1.2k a/n: hiya!! thank you so much for requesting oml i saw this at 6am and i almost screamed! i hope this fits and if it doesn't feel free to tell me honey! make sure you all eat and drink, love yas, mwah!

you and chishiya absolutely hated eachother and everyone knew it. you were always bickering, giving snarky remarks to eachother whenever you felt like it.

now, you would also both play games together, but keep on with the snarky remarks whenever someone did something wrong.

today was an extra hard game. it was the second wave of the games, and you had been stuck with chishiya.

the king of spades left you heavily wounded, and much to your dismay, you had been left with chishiya.

you were joking the whole time you had a bullet in your side. even though he was worried about you somewhere deep down in his cold-hearted and stoic body, he still kept his nonchalant face and demeanor.

"you can't be joking about these things" he mumbled as he pressed down on your wound, making you groan in pain, tears stinging your eyes and threatening to spill over.

"but i feel holey" you said with a feined smile, the pain making you feel nauseous.

he let out a light-hearted chuckle at the comment. he pressed down harder, the bleeding was still going, but not as much.

you were both in an abandoned house, which you both managed to find bandages in. he reached for the bandages which were discarded to the side and sat you up, still pressing down on your wound. he tightly wrapped them around you, lifting your t-shirt up slightly to get to the wounded area.

"y'know, for someone who claims to hate me, you're doing an aweful lot to keep me alive right now" you say, your big doe eyes peircing through his cold ones.

"you can't die on my hands. you of all people should know that" he mutters. you chuckle lightly at his comment.

"i guess i should huh" you mutter.

you felt there was something in the way the veins in his hands flexed when they were doing something, the way he looked when he was concentrated, but you felt a heat rush to your core.

you unconciously rubbed your thighs together, and you thought he didn't notice until he spoke up, still staring at your thighs.

"the fuck are you doing?" he said standing up and staring down at you with his hard eyes. you didn't know what to say so you simply shrugged, your cheeks flushing a deep shade of red.

he shook his head in response, picking up the leftover bandages and putting them back where he found them.

"if you were feeling horny you could've just said" he said, you could practically feel the smirk on his face as he did so.

"i think that would've been akward conversation for the both of us" you mutter shyly.

he nods before walking back towards you and placing both hands either side of you, trapping you to the couch and searching in your eyes.

eventually he smashed his lips onto yours, kissing you aggressively. there wasn't much passion in the kiss, but there was hints of gentleness at certain parts. it wasn't rushed, nor was it slow, it was at just the right pace for you to keep up with it.

he pulled away and swiftly pulled your top over your head, earning a wince from you as he brushed past your bullet wound. he shushes you before going back to attacking your lips.

you felt his hands wrap around you, unclasping your bra and throwing it somewhere in the room. he instantly starts playing with your nipples, flicking his fingers over them.

he kisses down your neck, leaving small bites as he does so. he takes one of your tits in his mouth, wrapping his lips around the hardened nipple.

you whimper out when you feel his hardened dick against your thigh. he managed to get you to lie down on the sofa again with him on top of you.

since his right thigh was inbetween yours, you moved your hips against his, earning a groan from him. your clothed pussy rubbed deliciously against his thigh, making just the right amount of friction for your clit.

you felt his arms move down past your waist and down to your bottoms, lifting your hips to pull them down, throwing them somewhere along with your bra and t-shirt.

you moaned loudly as chishiya grabbed your hips and pulled your pussy down onto his thigh. your clit rubbed against his sweatpants, earning strings of moans from you.

"shut the fuck up before i fuck you dumb you stupid whore" he spits, moving his face closer to yours.

he keeps his hands on your hips, moving them for you when you start to slow down.

"you close huh? did i say you could cum yet? you're gonna wait until that pussy of yours is wrapped so tight around my cock to cum, i get to say when you cum" he says, opening your mouth with his fingers, shoving them down your throat and almost making you gag.

you try to keep your hips moving, but chishiya quickly grabs your hips with both hands, almost ripping them from your mouth and stops your movements.

you whimper out in protest as he does so, making him slap your pussy harshly.

he makes quick work of getting his sweatpants and shirt off, going back down to kiss you harshly.

he lined himself up with your enterence and pushes himself into you with one single thrust. he doesn't give you much time to adjust before he thrusts in and out of you quickly and very hard.

he hits your g-spot over and over, even though you hand't been fucking for long. even though he was keeping at a fast pace, he was trying his hardest not to hurt you even more then you already were.

you were moaning over and over again, your hands travelling up to his hair and tugging on it harshly. he groans before tugging you upwards into another kiss.

his tongue enters your mouth, asserting his domination. he rests his elbows either side of you, his hips snapping into yours over and over again.

"you wanted this huh? you want me to fuck you so hard? oh what would you do without me hm? certainly wouldn't be able to fuck yourself as good as im fucking you now" he pulls away and whispers into your ear, grabbing your hair and pulling it back.

you moan loudly and your nails scrape down his back, definately leaving a red mark for you to see tomorrow. you felt the growing pleasure intensifying in the pit of your stomach.

your moans started to get more high pitched and loud, signalling you were close.

"you gonna cum huh? yeah? gonna cum with me? such a fucking whore hm, creaming around my cock like this? what would the others think slut? you think they would want a go with you?" he groans in your ear.

you moan loudly as you cum around his cock. he still fucks into you, riding out your highs, filling you with his seed. a white ring formed at the base of his cock. there was a few moments of silence before he spoke up.

"this changes nothing" he says, pulling out of you and retrieving his clothes, gettind redressed and then going to retrieve yours. "i still hate you"

"i hate you too" you say, beginning to sit up.

you get yourself redressed.

"i'll take the floor" he mutters, grabbing a pillow and two blankets, throwing one at you. "night" he says dryly.

"night" you say quietly, drifting off to sleep.

even though you knew it meant nothing, you couldn't help feel an attraction towards the blonde man. but he wouldn't reciprocate, right?

[greycaelum]

ahhh your kaleidoscope series is so heartwarming! i was wondering if its possible to write a timeskip where kikufuku is older and is basically really protective over his mum in public, i think itd be really cute but funny that hes acting like her bodyguard 😭🫶🏻🖤 thank you if you do this! (his parents taught him well)

Kaleidoscope Series—Clouds and Mochi Chapters: { SSS }

—Gojo Satoru X Reader

𑁍 Synopsis:

16-year-old Kouki is just as tall as the 5'8 man. He should thank his Papa's genes later.

"You need something from my mother?"

"M-mother? I w-was just asking directions." The man replied, looking at you and Kouki back and forth.

𑁍 Genre: fluff, family theme, time skip

𑁍 CW/TW: (1.1k)— stranger trying to hit on you, protective Kouki, Kouki can be a little menace, Kouki's thoughts about relationships, didn't proofread, sorry 'bout that

𑁍 A/N: I've been rewriting this ask for several times over the months and only until this very morning did I feel I could finally do it at my own pace. Pardon the very long wait sweetheart, but I do hope you like this one! I hope you have a great weekend everyone~

Kouki is used to being fawn over. Not even bragging, but girls do swoon over him in his class that he has to escape to the rooftop to evade them.

"Eh? Cause me and your Mama are pretty, that's why you look like that." His Papa answered when he told him that girls in his class kept following him.

Papa? Well, he's not really handsome. His Papa is weird. He looks like a really long sugarcane when he stands straight in his violet uniform. Has someone even told his Papa?

Mama though. He thinks you're very beautiful. Kouki really loves his eyes because it's the same color as yours.

So it's not a surprise having a pretty mother that when you go out guys look at you, a little longer than Kouki would approve.

"We have to buy you new clothes, you're not fitting in the ones we bought last year." You sighed and walk to the department store with Kouki trailing behind you. "I know your Papa is tall, but I never thought you'd be this tall too."

Kouki pouts and shrugs.

"You use me to get the high things Ma, why are you poking my height?"

You laughed, teasing him more about girls in school breaking their necks when he passes them. His sister can't keep her mouth shut to get back at him at dinner time.

His Papa told him it was normal. Those kinds of things, getting attracted to the opposite sex because of curiosity. But he's never felt the need to entertain it. Kouki does get confessions but all of them are politely turned down.

"Why should I? It's not like I like her." He sighed at Yusuke, his friend since middle school telling him he's been a real snob with girls, this recent one is the principal's daughter.

"But don't you get curious about getting into a relationship? All that romance and stuff? C'mon, you're not planning to be a hermit or a monk are you?"

He already knows what it's like. Seeing his mother and father every day, Kouki doesn't really feel the need to seek out relationships, especially fleeting ones. It's not like he likes anyone anyway.

"Oh! I know. You're waiting for Mayumi? Right! It's been years since she changed schools. Are you still exchanging emails with her?" Yusuke grinned ear to ear.

"She's like a sister to me." Kouki stood up and pat his pants from the dirt. "I have siblings, and I'm gonna get angry if some boy or girl just dates them for fun too."

Dating... Huh?

He's rather protective of the girls in the house than fooling around. The same goes for his Mama.

"I want this hoodie Ma." Kouki came back to the aisle with a white hoodie in his hand when he saw a man talking to you.

"Do you know where this cafe is? The mall is big and I'm lost." The man—looking late 20s—rub the back of his neck while looking at you intently as you told him the directions.

Asking questions? Probably the man is lost. That's alright, he'll wait here 'til you finish helping the guy.

"Ah, thank you. If you're free can we get coffee together? I'm Hayato."

Formation SSS

"Ma, I was looking for you." Kouki swooped in. Your eyes lit up and smiled. The man was taken aback by his presence but Kouki ignored him and put on a worried face, with a soft voice. "Papa told you to walk slowly. You can't stress my baby sibling walking around tirelessly. The first trimester is really delicate, didn't you hear what the doctor said?"

"What are you talkin—" You frowned and stare at him like he's ridiculously grown three heads.

"Papa mailed me he's waiting in the store, your rings just finished getting cleaned."

You frowned at him with the sudden remarks but he just winked at you and turned around, and everything changed. Slipping his hands into the pockets of his jeans with a blank look on his face, Kouki took one step forward. The man steps back and looks at him with confusion and a glare.

16-year-old Kouki is just as tall as the 5'8 man. He should thank his Papa's genes later.

"You need something from my mother?"

"M-mother? I w-was just asking directions." The man replied, looking at you and Kouki back and forth.

"Go straight in that corridor, turn right at the corner then take the elevator to the ground floor you'll get there." Kouki flatly answered. "Excuse us, my father is not really a patient man."

Kouki ushered you out of the shop. The directions he gave led to the parking lot.

"Y'know, you're really a minion of your father. The only you got from me is your eyes." You chuckled, finding your protective son funnier than scolding his rudeness. "And what baby sibling? Really Kou-chan, after your siblings you still want to babysit another one?" You teased.

Kouki huffs. He really wanted that white hoodie but forgot about it. Unknowingly you didn't realize the direction you're heading.

It was the same cafe the stranger earlier asked you about.

"What took you so long? I was really hungry." His Papa waved.

"Satoru?! I thought you were coming home tomorrow?" You shook your head and sat beside the grinning man. You were quickly enveloped with smothering and teasing.

Kouki sighed at the scene in front of him and turned to his phone, the tread of the recent message is still there.

—————

Him:

Pa.

Papa:

Yes, yes? Miss me Kikufuku? I'm on my way home~ I brought you a ddeokbokki, the spiciest one!

—————

Great, he feels the love. Note his sarcasm, please. Kouki ignored his father's words and got to the point.

—————

Him:

Pa, formation SSS

Papa:

Roger that, where?

Him:

Department store.

Papa:

Okie-dokie on my way Kikufuku.

Him:

On second thought, wait at Cafe Rio

—————

"You two are really!" You huffed but a defeated glint in your eyes.

Kouki stared at his parents getting all lovey-dovey despite the public setting. He should've chosen a more private place to eat.

"I'm gonna get that hoodie, I'll be back." Kouki stood up.

"Owkay~" His Papa chuckled, shooing him away. "Oh, Kikufuku?"

"Mnnn?" Kouki turned back and met his father's thumbs up. This time a genuine tenderness in his Papa's eyes.

"Nice one, son."

Kouki shrugged and waved, walking out of the cafe. His Papa is weird, but he's the only man worthy of his Mama.

On his way out, he saw the man in the department store. The man's eyes were wide open as he stares at his Mama and Papa inside the cafe in disbelief. He then saw Kouki, walking on the other side.

Kouki smirked tauntingly crumpling the man's face and ego more than ever.

Guess what? You're right.

The only thing he inherited from his mother is her eyes. He could be a menace like his father.

—GreyCaelum

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME

Check out the Masterlist for more

All rights and credits of the Jujutsu Kaisen character(s) mentioned images(s) and songs(s) used, belongs to their respective owner(s)

General/Kaleidoscope Series Taglist: @ice-icebaby @aeanya @gummy-dummy @tender-rosiey

[writerwithnofreetime]

Random Headcanons for Aokiji/Kuzan

established relationship implied?

Note: I’ve been a fan of this type of content for a while, so I wanted to try my hand at actually writing it :)! If you have any suggestions, formatting tips, or feedback pls let me know! Enjoy :)

Fluff/Sfw

Kuzan is definitely the type whose love language is lazing around together.

The two of you can often be found under the shade of a tree, a book in your hand as he naps quietly in your lap.

It's interesting. I don't see him as the type to actually be married (not in the traditional sense at least) but once he has his long-time partner, he's yours.

All that flirting he used to do with randoms is replaced with him mentioning you every five seconds lol

Kuzan: 'my s/o, my s/o, my s/o'

He doesn't strike me as the jealous type, but he will not stand for anyone blatantly hitting on you in front of him.

He won't lash out per se, just give them an icy stare

He's also not very possessive. You're your own person and free to do whatever you like.

Trying to make him jealous would be pointless. He's too easy going.

He also doesn't think anyone could take him from you tbh.

Kuzan is quite flirtatious, and I think that he would appreciate a partner who's not afraid to flirt back.

"Oi, you're a pretty one! You free tonight?" To which you respond with a forwardness he usually never receives

Oh, he's tuned IN.

I also think it would be quite funny fitting for him to end up with a s/o that completely ignores him every time he hits on them

No blushing, no reaction, just carrying on like nothing was said

He'd be determined to get you to acknowledge him

I'm going to end up making a pt 2 I have so many for him lolol

nsfw below

Nsfw(ish)

CW: Fingering, Temperature Play, Nipple play, dirty talk, Slight (very slight) sadism, use of the word 'cunt'

If you're willing, you guys would fuck the first night.

He's grown as fuck. There's no point in waiting if it's what you both want.

If you're not with it, no worries. He doesn't mind waiting.

Whenever you two end up hooking up, it will definitely be a pleasant experience.

I know everyone else hcs him as a lazy lover, but I beg to differ.

He is slow- and deliberate. Especially the first time you guys have sex

You're in very good hands. Excellent hands. Dexterous hands.

He knows how to use his fingers.

Temperature play is definitely involved. Kuzan feels it would be a waste of his devil fruit otherwise.

He's a very soft dom with a slight (and I do mean slight) torture kink. He'll coax you through everything.

He consistently talks FILTHY.

You'll be whimpering in his lap, with two fingers deep in your cunt while his other hand nips at your nipples

"Tell me, baby, does it feel good? Good enough to make you cream on my fingers?"

He's going to take his time exploring your body. Foreplay won't end until he's certain that you're ready to take his dick.

He will edge you.

Of course, he's still pretty lazy so. All his favorite positions are ones where he can hold you close, or where you do most of the work.

He loves it when you ride him.

He'll offer his support with his mouth- either kissing various parts of your body (your tits) or whispering some naughty shit in your ear.

His hands will either be at your hips helping you bounce up and down his dick, rubbing at your clit, or grabbing one of your tits.

He's a boob man.

He really likes praising you, especially for how good you are at taking all of him inside of you.

He really likes it when you moan his name (honestly, who doesnt tbh)

When Kuzan feels he's close, he'll change positions to missionary and pin you down to really dig you out

If he can help it, he's going to make sure you cum first or directly after him

When he gets close, he talks a lot less- mostly just grunts, hisses and escaped moans.

He says your name a lot.

For your guy's first encounter, he uses a condom and just finishes inside you.

After you guys have been together and have had conversation(s) about it, he goes raw

His favorite place to finish is on your torso. Of course, he loves when it gets on your boobs too.

[honorthysalad]

I'm too tired for a proper introduction. I don't like yoshiki's dad and how he's being portrayed in the manga.

Before ch25, the most we see of yoshiki's dad is from the hgsn light novel’s bonus chapter, wherein we get a lot of focus on the disparity between parental roles and how mothers are expected to care solely for the children while fathers are expected to work for the family. Like that's the problem with their relationship: Yoshiki’s mom wants her husband to *care* about their kids and Yoshiki’s father thinks that solely because he’s their father that the amount of care he’s showing (almost none) is acceptable. She goes up to him, asks if he thinks it's okay that Kaoru isn't going to school, and he just further pushes the responsibility onto her by telling her that surely as Kaoru’s mother she knows best. She presses more for his opinion, and he continues to refuse to think about it, becoming frustrated when she pushes back to the point that when the argument is done he’s hitting tables and slamming doors like a child because talking to his wife 'annoys' him so much.

And the thing is that Yoshiki's mom still currently works. She has a job and is expected to do all the housework and decision making for the kids on top of that, and Yoshiki's dad is the one who is stubbornly clinging to these typical roles because it's upsetting for him when it's pointed out that he's failing as a parent. His wife is practically begging him to care, and he just refuses.

(And it makes sense the disparity gets focused on here because Len didn’t write it.)

ANYWAY, looking at this, it makes perfect sense why Yoshiki doesn't want to talk to his dad. His dad doesn't want to talk to him, slams doors when he gets confronted with the idea he may have to *think* about his kids, and so, if Yoshiki's dad wants to be absent from Yoshiki's life, Yoshiki wants him to be absent too- in all forms. From the moles he's inherited to the supposed similarities between them, Yoshiki wants nothing to do with him.

(There's a misconception going around that Yoshiki's dad beats him. This is from a mistranslation of the light novel; Yoshiki's dad only hits objects. Feel free to write him however you want tho, I know I hardly stick to canon lol. I just wanted to preemptively avoid ppl informing me of that)

But if you’ve only read the manga, then why doesn’t Yoshiki like his father? He… knocked over a glass once maybe? Looked real pathetic getting yelled at? Grabbed Yoshiki’s arm and said some vague stuff about the unuki. In the past people told Yoshiki he was like him. That's what we got of Yoshiki's dad before ch25.

Then in ch25, Yoshiki's dad is some like... idfk? Pathetic little guy who wants to spend time with his family but he doesn't feel like he has a place to belong in the house :( I mean sure he's clearly in the house at a normal time when everyone else is in the house so it's not like he's working insane hours and can never see them, but didn't you know he's so scared of his wife :(((( and look he's actually not a bad parent cuz one time he read Yoshiki a book, and he's got an artistic side cuz he wanted to be a novelist, and he's such a funny little clumsy guy :) also he's got himself a little family tree with daddy issues of his own :))

I'd almost entertain that this is him putting up an act around yoshiki like yoshiki's mom says, but it's pretty unlikely from what we see of him in extras. Len wants us to see him as a person who just struggles to assert himself and that's what causing the breakdown of the family, not what the light novel presents where he asserts himself with his actions, and what he's saying he doesn't care about the family.

It's just kind of frustrating because I liked the examination in the light novel, highlighting the flaws in what’s assumed as a normal family dynamic in Japan, and I think it perfectly fits the themes HGSN explores with maintaining flawed traditions that only work on the surface. In turn what we’ve got in the manga is just… muddled and weird.

[bunnyswritings]

ur blog is soo helpful !!!! ive been looking into writing more lately and this is like a godsend <3 i was wondering if u could do some starter tips?? like stuff to avoid as a new writer :o ps. hope ur having a wonderful week!!!

ahhh, hello!! this is such a sweet message, and thank you, i hope you have a fruitful week ahead too ♡ i'm so glad you're writing more lately- i'll def do my best to provide some starter tips (though i'm really also a starter myself 😅 so i hope you like these, and feel free to let me know what you think!) also, just to put it out there that these are what i found helpful personally / what i think will be helpful, and may / may not resonate with everyone. Also, this topic is soooo broad and there are a million things that can be covered, but for now I'll just keep it short and go with stuff to avoid (or rather, approach differently) as per request. if you / anyone else would like another post for more specific writing tips, feel free to drop it in my ask box!

Some general writing tips — stuff to avoid; little things to not overdo

over-planning

overusing fancy vocabulary

over-describing

over-criticising your work

over-comparing

more details under the cut!

Over-planning — plan the general outline, direction of your plot, message of your story, characters and their rough personalities; yes, do all that well! good planning makes for a good story, but i think it's helpful to remember that sometimes things don't pan out the way we envision them to. and it's important to let certain things go, appropriately of course. if your initial storyline doesn't quite fit the characterisation of the protagonist etc (and vice versa), then perhaps it's time to rethink things — and NOT be too hard-up about it. [tldr: be flexible!]

Overusing bombastic vocabulary — i'm sure you've come across millions of writing advice pieces that aim to spruce up your vocabulary with bombastic phrases. by all means go ahead and pick a few that fit the mood and style of your writing. otherwise, i'd say that sometimes, less is more. throwing in fancy words for the sake of it may not be as helpful as you think. there should be a fine balance between using words that add flavour + help to illustrate nuances and using words to make your piece seem complex. simplicity goes a long way, as i've learnt. but having said that, building up a solid repertoire of vocabulary / good phrases is always helpful, the key thing is using those phrases in the right context. definitely easier said than done, so i suggest reading your favourite author's works couple of times through and pick up their way of using language to their advantage.

Over-describing — narration, descriptive language are great, and can really help to nudge your story in the right direction. it helps set the scene, the mood, and all these are critical in writing... BUT! not the same can be applied to describing actions. not every single action has to be written out explicitly — an example: she walks over to the kitchen, turns around, and opens the refrigerator. she then takes out a canned drink, and places the drink on the countertop... etc — you get the point. some things can be left implied, rather than explicit.

Over-criticising your work — ahh, the age-old piece of advice. i do it all the time, and you probably do too... sometimes, being harsh on yourself and on your work may seem like the only way to better yourself and push your limits, but often times, i personally find that this is counter-productive both on the physical and mental front. it wears you down, it is a nidus for dejection and negative vibes. i think the way i try to get round this is by taking pride in my own work; telling myself that 'this is something i wrote, these are my ideas put into prose, these are my thoughts written on paper'. the caveat here is that avoiding being over-critical of your work DOES NOT and should not mean avoiding proofreading. proofreading is extremely crucial to check for grammatical and structural errors (i recommend doing it once or twice yourself, and if possible, getting a fresh pair of eyes to do the same).

Over-comparing — this ties in nicely with the previous point. take pride in your work! this is something original from you and you only, written in your unique style. having authors/writers whom you look up to is essential in moulding your writing style and habits, but should not be the sole focus when you write. remember that every writer is different, every piece of writing is different; this goes even for pieces with similar plots / tropes / character personalities. nuances, subtleties and underlying messages can come through very differently when written by different people. after all, our life journeys are all personal, which is a factor influencing the way we convey messages across through the written word.

and... that's it for now! i really hope that this helps. honestly, i'm scratching the surface here, and there are lots more i can talk about when i have more braincells >_<

feel free to drop any other requests or questions in my ask if you'd like ♡

[octuscle]

Working everyday sucks. I mean is this the life we dreamt of when we were young? I mean I had the choice between knowledge and sports. I chose the academic way but there are days I wish for another chance to decide. Working with my body instead of my brain would be cool. Is there a Chronivac program to solve this problem?

Dude, I understand you so well. I mean, you're in-house counsel at your company, 48 years old…. Got 20 more years to work. The peak of your career is probably right now. Damn it! If you would have made the right decision at the right time… I'll choose the setting "Become younger with simultaneous modification of the past". Means in clear language, you become now each hour a year younger. And at the same time you have dedicated yourself one year more to a career as an athlete. Whether you end up as a gold medal winner, Formula 1 champion or coach of a soccer team in the district league, I can't tell you yet. But I'm keeping my fingers crossed for you.

Friday morning, 6:00 a.m. At this time you feel like an old man. Your back has been better. But trust me, in a few minutes you will feel better. Your mind is already off the weekly meeting in the shower. They're on the runs you're planning for the weekend. By the time you sit down to breakfast at 7:00 a.m. (raw vegetables, sugar-free muesli, low-fat quark), you already feel considerably fitter. You sold your car a year ago. Your new bike was almost as expensive. And now you ride it to the office like every morning.

09:00 a.m., weekly meeting of the department heads. Since you've been doing more sports, you love Casual Friday. Your tight suit pants fit snugly and your rolled-up arms show off your tanned, wiry forearms. Three years of hard training are having an effect. It's certainly helped your career, too. Most of the other department heads are not only fatter than you, they are also much older.

The morning goes well, at lunchtime you can convince your colleagues to have sushi. Normally, they always go out for schnitzel at the brewery on Fridays. Then you would have had to take a salad again. And a non-alcoholic beer. Okay, that would have worked, too. But in the meantime it causes you physical pain to watch how some people maltreat their bodies. As you brush your teeth in the office after lunch, you grin very contentedly in the mirror. You are now 40 years old. But as a rule, everyone thinks you're younger. Triathlon and soccer have gotten you out of your post-college slump over the past eight years. And now you're the departmental Adonis. One of the youngest department heads in the entire group. And an absolute winning smile!

The building empties out at 3:00 pm. But you don't just give your all in sports. When you shut down the computer at 6:00 p.m., all the e-mails have been processed. Yes, you are considered an absolute nerd. And you are. Ever since you graduated with your bachelor's degree 12 years ago, you've been working hard. In sports as well as in your job. Your promotion is only a matter of time. But that doesn't matter. You hang up your suit in your closet, stuff your shirt, shoes and knee socks into your backpack, put on your racing bike outfit and start cycling. You'd like to do another 100 kilometers tonight. Two and a half hours would be a good time… Sometime between 20:00 o'clock and 21:00 o'clock it makes click. You almost lost control of the bike. You are now just under 24 years old. And after graduating from high school, you decided to become a carpenter. The alternative would have been to study law. Like your father, like your grandmother, like your brother. But even though you weren't particularly talented at handicrafts, you wanted to do something completely different. Something physical. And fuck, that was the right decision. Today, at 33, you have your own business, plenty of time for sports, and certainly a much more relaxed life than your brother….

Now the changes come one after the other. The beginning of the transformation quickly reaches your 17th and 16th birthday. And the younger you are at the time of onset, the more serious the effects.

At 11:00 p.m. you lie in bed showered. It was a hard day. But you love your job. In the past, you would have dreamed of a different life. When you started playing soccer at the age of 14, you were already too old for the big career. Well, you were active in the second Bundesliga for a while. But now, as a physiotherapist and fitness trainer at a first league club, you're not dissatisfied. It pays pretty good money. And a bit of the boys' glamour falls on you, too. At least you get around a lot… You fall asleep at the thought.

Alarm clock rings like every day at 06:00 o'clock. You don't give a shit that it's Saturday. Could also be Sunday or Christmas. Drink a liter of water to detox, then run ten kilometers. At 07:30 your physiotherapist comes to the hotel room, 08:30 breakfast with the team. Kickoff for the soccer game is today at 8:30 p.m. Until then, light training, a yoga session and coaching with your social media consultant are scheduled.

Let the haters make fun of the soccer millionaires. You've been fighting for your career since your foot first touched a ball. And you work a hell of a lot harder for success than any armchair farter who studied business, law or mechanical engineering. And that's why you will win today!

[eachlanguagewritten]

She Creature

Prompts taken or adapted from the 2001 horror fantasy creature feature (but this time it's all the sailing-ship/myth specific ones.) Feel free to shuffle the pronouns, etc.

“You're right to think me strange, but you'd be strange too if you knew what I know.”

“All water holds hidden magic.”

“In Greek mythology, sirens were originally bird women, then somewhere along the line, the story mutated into fish women.”

“Mermaids are myths, everybody knows that.”

“They sing, they dance, and they lure the sailors to their lair with their pale flesh.”

“The story goes that every year, under the strongest of the full moons, the mermaids become human for roughly one night.”

“You skipped the part where the creature bites the hand that feeds it and you end up a paranoid old fool staring at it day and night and night and day.”

“This is history and archaeology and spectacle all rolled into one.”

“Did I tell you the one about the hangman and the hawk?”

“Must be awful for you, listening to all this sailor talk day and night.”

“I'm telling you- don't be fooled by what it appears to be! ”

“I don't think any explanation could satisfy.”

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn't throw this thing off my ship right now and you with it!”

“I've had men flogged to death for less.”

“Think of it as the greatest treasure any man has ever discovered.”

“You divide your share any which way you see fit.”

“You're looking at the good luck charm of a lifetime.”

“I'm going up for some fresh air.”

“It reeks down here.”

“Perhaps the ocean air is bringing out the animal in you.”

“I don't care how much treasure we're promised, that thing doesn't belong here.”

“Look, acting the clown's one thing, but you're playing with everyone's safety and you know it!”

“See that over there? Like a mass of shadow? It's an island.”

“I don't care what you do just turn this thing around!”

“It can and will rip the guts out of each and every living being here tonight.”

“The bullets are in the captain's quarters, come on.”

“What the hell is that thing?”

“I'm not waiting around down here.”

“An island full of mermaids - that's why we're here.”

“No one gets to see the forbidden islands and walk out alive.”

“You told me "let's take a mermaid to America, get rich and famous" not "let's steal the queen of the what's-it what turns into a monster and eats people"!”

“I think I would have remembered the difference!”

“What happened? Where's your crew?”

“Eventually our journey became a footnote, a bizarre unresolved tale.”

“I'm just going to check below and make sure everything's alright.”

“Some things, no matter how magnificent they are, are best left alone.”

[drovvninq]

clone high season 3 thoughts:

joan was handled a lot better but it sucks that her and jfk NEVER talked abt their relationship again. it's all about her and abe/confucious now and i hate it. i liked her going back to her indie girl roots but the og joan would NEVER accept that whole "i'll pretend to date you if you pay for my film festival" shit. she had more class than that. it feels like she's doing that thing they did in z-o-m-b-i-e-s where s2 she thinks she belongs with harriet and jfk but now she thinks she's a bleacher creature... idk it's weird.... bleacher creatures were kinda cool tho :) not topher.

i liked jfk being the mc actually, it was refreshing. i found the christian arc really fitting especially at the end where they tied it together as him being a kennedy. i didn't like him dating harriet again and i also didn't like the jfabe hints ???? that scares me... but the dick pic thing was funny,, also the fact that he's just like,, one of the guys now?? him and confucius and abe being buds. just dudes being dudes.

abe was SO much more in character this season. i didn't particularly like the bloody mary episode but the whole "i found a girl and she's nerdy like me and she's cute and funny but she wants to get rid of joan" thing is okay i guess. it really feeds back into s1 when he abandoned ghandi for cleo. overall he was good but he was VERY hypersexual this season and it was just awkward to watch.

cleo acted... KIND of like herself?? i liked the slim snowsuit thing and the supporting frida because she got free stuff but that's like it. i still wish her and frida had more setup in s2 but they handled it well this season at least. them being the christian icons was funny i guess but i seriously want cleo to accidentally use frida and manipulate her power at some point and then feel guilt. that's the ONLY reason cleo should ever feel guilty for anything in this show.

frida was chill tbh, not much to say abt her. the whole fish pointing, painting stuff for cleo, only snorkeling to make her happy was sososososo cute </33 i want more stuff like that :")

harriet is terrible character writing. her only trait is that she's smart and loyal, but she cheats on confucius. with eye sex. I HATE THE EYE SEX THING. WHY WAS IT NECESSARY. and then she goes back to confucius as soon as she thinks he's available just because she thinks he likes her. WHAT. AND THEN SHE'S MAD ??? i feel like she's only there to be joan's friend and to be with frida at the beginning of s1... WHY!!!!! IS JFK!!!!! DATING HER !!!!! STILL !!!! NOT ONLY IS SHE A BAD FRIEND, SHE'S JUST A BAD PARTNER IN GENERAL!!

confucius is a good character though imho. he was a good person this season and his actions actually made sense with his motivations. he's a huge people pleaser and because of that he wants validation in points (ep1) and doesn't wanna tell harriet he's dating joan. he wants to keep everyone happy and he's so sweet tbh he's growing on me.

SCUDWORTH. AND. BUTLERTRON. FART JOKES. SEX JOKES. GAY LOVE JOKES. GANDHI JOKES. WESLEY JOKES. I LOVE THEM!!!

[majiburger]

It's not that Kagami makes a habit out of falling onto his back when he dunks. That hasn't happened since high school, and when it does now, he's genuinely shocked. It doesn't help that everyone gasps dramatically, and after the match ends, his captain gives him a concerned pat on the back and sends him to the medbay.

A quick check-in with the doctor tells him it's nothing serious – he didn't break anything – but there is a big bruise on his shoulder, dull and hot and aching. When he steps out of the stadium, it's hot and the searing sun gets into his eyes – another annoyance that only adds to his flash of pain.

Somehow, by the time Kagami makes it to his car, he feels the full force of it straining his muscles. Tears gush into his eyes, surprisingly, and he knows if he makes it home without destroying anything it'll be a miracle.

He connects the bluetooth and calls Kuroko. It's a little into lunch time and he knows Kuroko should be free right now.

"For the record, it wasn't my fault, and I need you to know that," he says the second Kuroko picks up.

"...What happened?"

"I had a fall," Kagami says grimly into the speaker system. "My shoulder's screwed up big time."

"How screwed up?" Kuroko asks, and Kagami can already sense the tense concern in his voice. Ironically, that just makes Kagami want to underplay it when he'd fully been ready to complain only moments before.

"Just a bruise on my shoulder," Kagami grunts. "Coach gave me the rest of the day off, though. I'm in the car."

"Come home," Kuroko says immediately. "I'll take the train; hopefully I should be able to make it back soon too."

Kagami immediately straightens in protest. "Wait, no. What about that meeting with your editor?"

"I'm coming home," Kuroko says, and then the line goes dead.

Kagami sighs.

-x-

"Kagami-kun, this is a really big bruise."

Kagami makes a face, half-turning over his shoulder to glare at Kuroko. "Yeah, thanks for stating the obvious."

Kuroko, to his credit, simply traces his fingers over the bruise with a small, calculating look. Kagami waits it out, mainly because the doctor gave him a painkiller and he's going to be fine. Kuroko won't have to worry that much.

But then he says, "Would you like me to kiss it better?" and Kagami's face goes beet-red.

"Don't say things like that!" he snaps. But also: maybe. Like. Just a little.

Kuroko gives him a knowing look, his cool fingers tracing the edges of hot skin around the bruise. Then, he pushes Kagami lightly back onto his stomach and settles himself on Kagami's lower back.

Kagami relaxes despite himself. This part is familiar, and he's always loved Kuroko's rub-downs to protest too much. There's something about those sure, firm fingers that create magic within his circulation, easing tense muscles and undoing knots wherever they go.

As Kuroko's fingers press down on Kagami's nape, Kagami can't help but groan, "Ohhhh, God, that feels good."

Kuroko chuckles. "I've barely started."

He moves onto Kagami's shoulders, carefully avoiding the bruise as he presses down on other tensions. By the time his fingers are moving down Kagami's spine, Kagami has completely melted, groaning as Kuroko alternates between his palms and fists and fingers to massage some relief back into his body.

"I love you," Kagami breathes. "I'll never complain about anything you do ever again."

"I'll be sure to remind you of that whenever I see fit," Kuroko replies.

Kagami snorts but settles again, rolling his eyes back as Kuroko kneads his skin. Seconds melt into long and blissful minutes and by the end of the massage, Kagami feels much better than he had when he first came home.

"I think that should be enough," Kuroko decides too, lifting his hands off of Kagami's body with a conclusive sigh.

"Hey, wait." Kagami half-turns again to look up at him. "Didn't you, uh. Didn't you say you were going to uh..."

Kuroko blinks.

"You know..." Kagami's cheeks are red; he's sure of it.

"Sorry, Kagami-kun, but I don't remember what you're talking about." His innocent stare is so sincere that Kagami can't actually tell whether or not he's faking it.

They stare at each other blankly for a few seconds.

"You said you'd kiss it better," Kagami mutters with a pout, tearing his eyes away. Out of the corner of his eye, though, he notices Kuroko's ears turn red.

"Kagami-kun is so bold."

"Hey! You offered it first!"

"I was joking, Kagami-kun, honestly," Kuroko says. "What good will kissing it do?"

"I don't know!" Kagami buries his hot face in the pillow. He doesn't want to look at Kuroko--is too embarrassed to look at Kuroko after all that. In retrospect, it was a childish thing to ask, and Kuroko does make sense; kissing it isn't really going to help matters as much as a painkiller or an ointment will and he's already had those.

There's a ticklish brush against his neck that startles him out of his thoughts. It's Kuroko's hair, feathering its way down until Kagami can feel the ghost of his breath against his shoulder.

"Hey..." Kagami says, a little nervous. "What are you doing?"

The response comes in the form of a soft, tender kiss pressed to the hot bruise on his shoulder. Kuroko's lips linger, gentle enough not to hurt the bruise but still present, palpable. They lift once, and then return as he kisses around the circumference of the thing, still careful and deliberate but full of affection.

"It'll go away soon enough," Kuroko promises, and the warmth in his tone is enough to make Kagami's eyes tear up a little. "How was that? Did it help?"

Kagami turns halfway and curls his hand around Kuroko's neck, shoulder be damned, and pulls Kuroko in for a hard kiss.

Kuroko lets out a startled breath but eventually relaxes into the kiss, letting his mouth go soft and lush under Kagami's. When they pull apart, Kagami winces a little at the strain in his shoulder.

"I think it made it worse actually," Kagami says, then howls when Kuroko pinches his side.

[yuri-official]

give me a pitch for korekiibo!!! i wanna hear! :)

OKAY SO

Korekiyo's whole deal is being obsessed with the beauty of humanity, right? Studying how different people behave under different circumstances, sort of observing from the outside. Despite the love xe feels for humanity, there's this sort of alienation. Xe ends up watching everyone else from the edge of the room during class events, xyr this kind of tall, dark, unnerving presence with greasy hair and a mostly obscured face and unconventional interests. In a lot of xyr interactions with the rest of the V3 cast, xyr classmates seem really uncomfortable or even actively distrusting of xem.

And Kiibo's matches up really well with Korekiyo's, their through line is how disconnected they feel from humanity despite being like. The ultimate reflection of everything humankind is. Kibo aspires to be more human, and feels outright offended when their classmates insinuate that they're less than human, or that their life doesn't have the same value as any other person's. They feel like they need to be useful or provide something of value to their friends in order to deserve a place in their circle

(side note I am Not going to use he/him for either of these characters ever. transfem Kiibo + nonbinary Korekiyo supremacy. these are mostly the versions of them i’ve made up in my head anyways so who cares that's all shipping is anyways)

Korekiyo would be the perfect person to affirm Kiibo's value as a person and humanity imo, while Kiibo is a good in-point for Korekiyo to start socializing with more of their friends. I won't take this as an opportunity to shill for my Korekiibo fanfiction, but I have a whole speech from Kiyo written out talking about how Kiibo is the culmination of humanity's desire to share the experience of sentience etc etc

Robotlover Korekiyo Shinguji, you can pry this headcanon from my cold dead hands. What's more human than something created by humanity the way they were created in the image of 'god'? etc

It's really cute!! Korekiyo Does Not Shut Up but thankfully Kiibo loves listening, and there's a lot of substance in what xe says. Even if it rambles for an hour on end, there's information to be gained there, and that applies especially to Kiibo. I think xe would be really interested in the ways Kiibo tries to be more than just the ‘Ultimate Robot’, how they strive to be as close to humankind as they can despite being a robot.

I think Kiibo and Korekiyo would find comfort in each other's shared distance from their peers, too. Korekiyo clearly has a very non-traditional or even distorted view of intimacy and relationships, and likely an extreme discomfort with feeling like xyr out of control. Xe likes to be the person who has information and knowledge to give in xyr relationships, kind of taking up the role of teacher in most conversations in canon.

Kiibo is sort of new to the whole idea of interpersonal relationships, but still goes out of their way to seek out that king of intimacy, as shown in their free time and love suite events. They seem like the type to be eager to learn, which fits perfectly with Korekiyo's affinity for teaching. I can imagine them cuddling while Korekiyo infodumps for hours on end about the entire history of fortune telling or something lol

And now: Things I Just Think Are Really Cute About Their Dynamic

- Consider that Kiibo could probably pick up Kiyo and have xem perched on their shoulder like a weird bird if their strength limiters were turned off. That beast probably weighs about as much of a stack of paper cups wearing a military uniform, xe’ll blow away like a napkin if you roll down the windows of a car on the highway

- Korekiyo is Wife Guy: Evil Edition in my mind. Xyr the type to send xyr partner flowers and the first unlucky person to upset that partner a pipe bomb. Kiibo finds this very reassuring but is working on helping xem find ways of expressing affection that aren’t also felonies

- Korekiyo says things like ‘I think if I were to eat you you would taste like strawberry shortcake’ and Kiibo is just. Okay ❤️ Yay ❤️ All of xyr compliments are incredibly unnerving but Kiibo finds them endearing anyways

- The visual contrast between the two is just. Augh. Tall and flowy and gorgeous and a little terrifying and 5’3 robot with spiky white hair and chunky armour and shounen protagonist demeanour. They are so Connecticut Clark and Malfina to me

- Korekiyo is a BDSM aficionado and Kiibo does not know what sex is

- THIS IMAGE. KIIBO IS THE ONLY PERSON IN THE GAME THAT KOREKIYO CALLS ‘MY DEAR’. I AM INSANE ABOUT THIS

i have. more

so much more

Thank you for coming to my ted talk