#you don’t even LIKE candy as much as a baby. what the hell man

[4filen0tfound4]

How are ppl mean to ppl who’ve done nothing to them,,,,,If I stole candy from a baby I would cry my ass off and apologize and buy them and even bigger lollipop

[manticore-fangs]

POV: you (trying to) baby-trap soap.

cw: breeding, dub-con/non-con?? leg-locking, idk what else. you’ve been warned

johnny’s hands on your hips as he fucks into your slick cunt, moaning and groaning above you. fucking the living hell out of you. the squelching noises bouncing off the walls while you moan so sweetly like candy. though you did lie about being on your birth control while fucking johnny, knowing he has a breeding kink. you just want his kid so bad! so why not fuck him when your ovulating and off those pills!!

you throw your head back, your legs thrown over johnnys shoulders. you huff and moan, writhing around. the pleasure being almost unbearable at the fact he’s almost hitting your cervix. sore from the bruising of his grip on the back of your thighs and sore from the tip of his cock hitting that sweet spot so well.

“fuck lassie. need’ya pussy so bad- need to breed ya’ pussy with ma’ loads.” he moans out with a whine. thrusting even harder with the pace he’s at now. you start to leg lock him, wrapping your legs around his waist and locking him in to not waste his cum. while locking him, you claw at his back. desperately trying to grip something and distract him from noticing how your leg locking him so intensely.

“lemme fill ya’ with ma’ babes lassie- please. need tae’ get ye’ barefoot and pregnan’ fer me.” he grunts out, slamming his hips against yours harshly. most likely to leave bruises in his way of fucking the living shit out of you. you nod your head at his words. “yes, yes! please get me pregnant johnny- want your babies so bad. promise you’ll give me your kids, promise me please.” you bet with the man, forcing him to make a promise with you while the pleasure starts to spike.

“i promise. i promise ya’. i’ll fill yer womb with ma’ babes, i promise you tha’. trust me, i’m dumpin’ my loads into ya’ as much as possible. forcing my loads inside your womb so you can give me some babies.” he rambles on. you moan loudly at every single word, grabbing at his shoulders and back. scratching him as you guys both get closer to the edge. a large wave pulling back and-

“fuck, give it tae’ me lassies, give me yer orgasm. c’mon, let johnny fuck his cum into ya’.” and that breaks you too pieces. legs shaking yet staying still as your leg is still locked around his waist. before he realizes he can’t pull out. “cannae’ pull out lassie- gotta-“ “no!” you say, tears rolling down your cheeks. “no, want you to come in me please. please johnny need to feel it.” you start to hump into him while he whimpers. nodding to you as you speak, beginning to thrust up into you to chase his orgasm.

the overstimulation consuming you as you go under, finally feeling the warmth of johnny’s seed inside your cunny. so you do is rest and lay numb in the bed. johnny rolls over, grabbing you and flipping you onto him. your feeling horribly tired from the rough fuck but right as you let sleep take you. you hear the words.

“i kno’ ya’ stopped taking yer birth control. don’t worry lass. i switched ‘em out for sugar pills anyways.”

[curseddollfaye]

toxic baby daddy! toji x reader headcanon

ᥫ᭡ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! ty! please let me know what you think! ^.^ requests are currently open!! ᥫ᭡

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- you meet him through a friend of a friend. Your bestfriend Moonie insisting that you need to find someone! Although you had no issue in the looks department by any means. Men that tended to try and get your attention were just..meh. You knew what you wanted in a man and none of them could provide you with that.

- well, until you met him of course. you remember clear as day. Sitting in a very expensive restaurant where you were told to meet him at. Glancing around you expected a middle aged man to be your date. Probably expecting you to open your legs just because of where he planned to dine you. hah…

- and then he walked in , tall. 6’1 to be more precise. green eyes bore into yours as soon as he walked in. a scar decorated the corner of his right lip. and god was he muscular…so muscular. your legs might have squeezed shut instinctively

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- if there was video recording of your face the entire night you might as well have the ground open up and swallow you hole. hearts practically taking your pupils face. you learned so much in such little time. his grin was surreal, the way the veins in his hands popped out whenever he grabbed hold of his steak knife to cut into his food.

- “So tell me a little bit about yourself sweetheart, I love hearing a pretty woman talk”

- safe to say you were a goner pretty quickly.

- and the feelings were mutual between you and him. you had him with your heel in his chest from the get go.

- long story short, you ended up dating not too long after. you learned about his ex wife who tragically passed away. you learned that he had a son named Megumi who was just shy of 3 when you met him, you learned Toji was a very wealthy business owner. Casinos and Clubs all across the country.

- He was older than you, but that didn’t bother you one bit.

- you ended up getting pregnant after two years of dating.

- splitting up wasn’t on your bucket list. But a few months after your daughter turned 3 months you had found some pictures hidden in Tojis wallet as you were grabbing his card to pay for family’s take-out dinner. His ex girlfriends face decorating each and every one of them, and her tits staring right back at you.

- a huge argument ensued. “Tch…come on baby. ‘Yer overreacting over something that doesn’t need it…” as soon as the words left his mouth he regretted them. your tear stained face was something he will never forget. Your beautiful smile replaced by something close to betrayal. To be honest Toji didn’t know how he would have reacted if the situation was flipped. He knew he fucked up. He just didn’t really know how to say sorry.

- he did feel bad. All they were, were just some silly Polaroids he meant to throw away after finding them in some old box in the garage.

- sure she was naked but it’s not like they turned him on. gross. only you did that to him.

- all night he tried, to no avail.

- “So you’re just not gonna eat because ‘yer mad at me? Don’t be ridiculous doll face” He scoffed a laugh and shook his head.

- “Hmm, fine then. I guess Rin and I will just eat alllll those stupid little candy snacks you like so much”

- “Ya think these cookies are expired? Wouldn’t want your man to die now do ya baby?”

- “go to hell Toji” you had slammed the door right in his face. you didn’t know what had hurt more. the intimacy of them or the way you had pushed out a 7 lb baby out of your vagina 3 months prior and were a wreck emotionally. your body and mind adjusting to having a tiny baby to look after. as well as a energetic 5 year old.

- he lets you go. because he doesn’t want you to be unhappy. even if it eats him up when you tell people you’re single.

- Or when you post your little thirst traps on Instagram (they’re just pictures or videos you post of yourself but Toji begs to fucking differ; you’re beautiful. they’re all thirst traps to him. he knows how men think)

- really you should have known better given his reputation of being a little bit of a player. but your heart outweighed the negative. oh well.

- you live and you learn…right?

- wrong.

- because even 2 years later you still let him fuck you. I mean who wouldn’t? He laid it down on you and you needed your fix even as a single mother. Who better to get it from than your asshole baby daddy?

- he doesn’t fuck anyone but you, states “ best pussy I’ve ever had. Why would I need someone else? Tch…silly girl”

- “fuck yeah…take me baby…heh…You like that? Hmm? Look at yourself in the fucking mirror and tell daddy how much you love his cock stretching out this tiny pussy sweetheart” fuck him and his big add hands holding your hips as he plows you from behind. unforgiving pace as he reminds you who you’re always going to belong to.

- still provides for you although you’re not together. Not only because he’s still batshit crazy about you and in love with you. You’re the mother of his child. Kids if we’re being real. Megumi loves you to death and you love him. He would never take that away from the both of you, which is why every month without fail an additional 300k is wired directly to your bank account. which is just spending money for you because he takes care of everything anyways… ‘the least he could do’ you have to mumble to yourself when the guilt eats you up of the outrageous amount of money he spends on you.

- Not that he would miss it anyways.

- generous and gorgeous

- is a DILF personified.

- watching him pick up your tiny daughter and press smooches all over her chubby cheeks when he comes to pick her up sends you into a spiral

- thoughts of giving him another one enter your mind for a sec…

- before you damn near concussed yourself from how hard you slapped your cheek to get rid of them.

- stays the night at your house often (when he feels like it) “You don’t want the kids to miss their daddy do you?” He throws you a stupid lazy grin.

- Which leads to nasty dirty fucking whenever the kids are tucked in their respected rooms and asleep.

- the next morning you find yourself in a situation when you’re date knocks on your door arriving just as planned to take you out for breakfast.

- A bouquet of flowers in your dates hands a smile graces his lips.

- When the door swung open and he was greeted with a bare chested irritated Toji. It quickly disappeared. Sweats hung low on his hips and his hair messy from last night’s activities. He fucked you so good you forgot how to walk.

- Toji blinked at the man standing in front of him. Of course Toji always made himself at home in your house. Not because he paid for it, but because if anything in his eyes you were still his. “You got lost on the way to jackass city or something? You know what time it is?” Toji grimaced in annoyance. Yawning lazily and scratching his bare chest. A lighter and a pack of cigarettess held in one hand.

- “Um..” your date watches as Toji smacks the red pack against his palm before taking one out and placing it in between his lips. Hands flickering the lighter as he heats up the end of his cigarette and take a drag. Toji’s green eyes locking into his.

- He figured out what the fuck was going on and he didn’t like it one bit. “You walk up these steps, ringing and knocking on the damn door while my kids and my woman are tryna sleep…” Toji blows the smoke in the poor guys face and flicks the ashes into the floor. A grin permanently on his face before he continues. Muscles flexing as his jaw clenches.

- “You must’ve lost ‘yer damn mind kid”

- Putting out the cigarette on an ashtray outside that’s sole purpose was just for Toji’s use. The door closes in your ex- dates face.

- Safe to say you don’t even remember you had a date and didn’t need a reminder when your date blocks you off his phone and deletes your number.

- toxic baby daddy! Toji who curses at himself and keeps himself up at night when he thinks about how badly he fucked it up with you. because throughout everything he still loves the hell out of you. you’re perfect in his eyes.

- and he’s determined to get you back.

[ohimsummer]

✎ . . .❝ WHO DID IT? ❞

—poly!satosugu xmas shenanigans, satosugu x reader, justice for satoru he just wanted to make candy canes !

The day was going well. Splendid, even. It’s almost Christmas, and the chilly weather makes sure to remind you, flakes of snow peppering the ground and crunching beneath your boots. You’ve completed the task of some nice, last minute shopping for your husbands’ students, picking up some coffee orders, not forgetting a few of Gojo’s favorite desserts from that same coffee shop, and then you were back home in no time. Walking inside, you’re engulfed with a feeling of warmth and coziness, the smell of sugar with a hint of peppermint permeating in the air. Your call of ‘I’m back!’ suspiciously goes unanswered, but you assume your husbands are either distracted or out of earshot.

The honeyed scent of sugar grows stronger as you enter the kitchen, setting bags of gifts and groceries on the floors and countertops. Speaking of countertops…your brows knit, mouth agape in absolute shock as you really take in the center of what was once gorgeous marble. You hear Gojo’s boisterous laughter in the living room, Geto’s faint conversation underneath, and make a beeline straight for them. Upon your arrival, Geto spots you first, and the wide-eyed glance he shares between you and Gojo is very telling.

It’s a simple question.“Who did it?”

And yet getting an answer, at least from one of them, is like pulling teeth.

Satoru halts mid-sentence, turning to beam innocently at you, ignoring the bitter look in your eyes, out for blood. If Suguru’s simmering glare at his idiot counterpart is any indication, then you’ve already gotten your answer.

Said idiot is so good at playing dumb, as if something like this isn’t obviously his doing. “What’s wrong, baby?”

A small breath of exasperation leaves Geto as he takes in the interaction. He thinks Gojo is really in for it this time, he can tell by your body language alone that you’ve got some choice words for this man. Maybe you’ll actually kill him this time. Geto chuckles a good riddance, so low even he can barely hear it. Can’t afford to show too much amusement, lest he get caught in the whirlwind of your fury.

Your foot taps, impatient. Brand new countertops. Not even a month old, they told you to consider them as part of an “extra early Christmas gift”. Ruined with large, faded, circular marks right in the center, on display, and faintly reeking of peppermint.

Suguru grows hot as your furious gaze shifts to him, finger with a mind of its own as it points to Gojo. “He wanted to make candy ca–“

“What the hell, I thought we had an agreement?”

“I’m not taking the fall for this with you over that dumbass idea.”

“Dumbass? You were on board when I suggested it!”

“And that was my mistake for assuming you’d done more than five minutes of research and knew what you were doing.”

“Well, excuse me for trying to get in the spirit of Christm– ow!”

The sharp pinch on his ear leaves Satoru yelping like a hurt dog, stumbling along as you drag him into the kitchen, and Geto takes extreme joy in the small snippets of Gojo’s excuses as he fails to plead his case.

“Baby, my extremely beautiful, lovely, gorgeous wife, I just miscalculated a little, a tiny mist–“

“Mistake?” With your incredulous tone, one can only imagine the look on your face right now. “Look what you did to the countertop, Satoru, don’t come in my damn kitchen tryna be a professional chef or candy maker or whatever!”

A groan. “Technically,” and Suguru cringes immediately, head sinking back on the couch. “It’s all of our kitchen.”

The immediate silence afterward is heavy enough to weigh down a bear. Followed shortly by Satoru’s meek “Ya know what, you’re so right, baby. Your kitchen.”

[johnwickb1tsch]

Excessive Force : Tom Ludlow x Fem Nurse Reader (COLLAB W/ THE AMAAAZING @treedaddymcpuffpuff 😘😘😘) - Chapter Thirteen ---> (all chapters)

TW's: abuse of police authority, manhandling, unfair power dynamics, unreasonable hotness in a man this annoying

Days go by, and you don’t hear from Tom Ludlow again. You think to yourself that it’s fine, that that’s exactly what you wanted, but deep down you’re a little pissed off, and more than a little needy. 

Maybe that’s why the next time you have to drive home late at night, you go back to your old, faster route of taking the highway. Defiance roils in your bones like lava churning in a volcano, and you just refuse to be intimidated by that man, even if it means digging your own grave. Figuratively speaking, of course. Officer Ludlow doesn't want to hurt you. He wants to fuck you, and maybe even buy you dinner first, and you might have come around to him eventually if he just hadn’t been such a fucking dick about it.

You’re not hoping that you get to see him again, here on the empty highway. But if you do…you kind of want to fight him. Because someone should tell him what a reprobate he is. Not because you love the fiery feeling you get in your veins, or the spark of wicked enjoyment in his dark eyes.

You’re almost to the exit, and there is no cop car in sight. No flashing red and blue lights. No little wooo of the warning siren behind you. Why are you worried? Why are you disappointed? Why are you pouting like the baby who got their candy taken away? 

There’s a few options, and none of them appeal to you. Sure, maybe you should be delighted that this meathead has decided to either let it drop or get fatally injured—your stomach lodges in your throat at that second thought. That means you won’t have to deal with his antics anymore. But, god damn you, you were starting to really like those antics. 

Tom Ludlow pissing you off has become a vital reason for your willingness to get out of bed, and that thought terrifies you, because this shit never ends well. At least not for girls like you who love too much and expect the same in return. You pulled your heart from your sleeve and zipped it back into it’s protected, designated cavity after a slew of failed one-sided relationships (whether the friend or romantic kind), and now the treacherous organ is trying to claw right back out again for Tom Ludlow to squeeze dry in his big hand. 

You get home, and you feel empty. Bored. Worried about a man who has made your life kind of, if you’re being honest, a living hell. Does that stop you from sticking your hand down your pajama pants and fantasizing about him? From wishing he’d call again? No. Not at all. 

You are loath to admit it, and you’ll take this to your grave, but you’re actually relieved, the next night, to see the twinkling red and blue lights following behind you while you’re pushing 90 in a 70 only half on purpose. 

Your heart transforms into a mini circus as he walks up to your driver's door and taps on the window glass. 

Before he can even open his big mouth, you start in on him. You’ve been planning this spiel for days now, after all, and it would be useless to waste it. “You.” You have to take a minute when you see that he doesn’t sport his usual smirk. “What is a detective like you doing working the complaints desk, and now working traffic at night?”

“So what?” He folds his arms over his chest, biceps bulging through the thick uniform shirt, distracting you from your resolve and switching on cavewoman brain for a minute. 

You almost have to shake yourself to snap out of it. “Are you just playing cop? You’re not even actually on duty right now Officer Ludlow.”

This smile is less ‘playground bully’ and more ‘hungry wolf’. “Are you challenging the law, Miss y/l/n?” 

“No, I’m challenging some dickhead who thinks he’s top dog just cuz he wears a plastic badge. Where’d you get it, anyway? Fisher Price?” 

“Please exit the vehicle, Miss y/n.” 

“This is bullshit.”

“Please be calm.” 

It is the absolute worst thing he could possibly say to you. After a twelve hour shift, your feet are killing you, you’re covered in the grime of your long day, and to add insult to injury–you’re mad at yourself as much as him, because he made you miss him. That is when you do exit the vehicle, and your finger stabs into the middle of his broad chest (and you know part of that bulk is a vest but jesus fucking christ this man is burly in all the right places) and snap, “I’m tired, I’ve had a long fucking day and I don’t need this shit from you.” 

Officer Ludlow takes one amused look down at that finger in his chest and suddenly you are turned around, your palms on the hood of your car. He is tall and broad and warm behind you and fuck you if the cavewoman part of your brain does not respond in the worst possible way, a soft but utterly audible little cry escaping your treacherous lips. You know he hears it by the way he pauses behind you, the way a wolf perks his ears at the sound of a rabbit in the brush. You seem frozen in this ridiculous position for several seconds longer than what is necessary (not that any of this is necessary) and you get the sense that this man is savoring this closeness with you.

“Resisting an officer is a misdemeanor, you know,” he says in your ear, and that low baritone sends a thrill to the marrow of your bones, ties your belly up in knots, makes you wet between your thighs. Hearing him through the phone is one thing, having his breath tickling your skin is an entirely different beast. 

You turn your head slightly towards him, and you know some of the venom goes from your tone but you just can’t help it.  

“What about harassing a civilian?” 

“Depends on the civilian.” Well, isn’t that the truth. Like you needed a reminder that you are, in fact, a nobody with no connections in this town. Although, you doubt that he's telling the truth about it “depending on the civilian”, because he handcuffed and assaulted a popular, lawyer ready ER doctor just days ago. Which is just great, because if he felt entitled enough to do that to Julian, what’s stopping him from doing much worse to you? “Are you armed?”

“Clearly,” you snark, because you’re wearing your cute blue scrubs and it would take a miracle to hide something under the thin fabric. 

“I mean besides that fiery temper.” 

He kicks your legs a little further apart, just hard enough to make your feet slide in the loose gravel of the shoulder, and you think you might self-immolate right there. It’s all you can do, not to arch back into him like a cat in heat. It really has been too fucking long since you got laid. Something firm pokes into the curve of your behind, and it had better be his fucking utility belt. 

He actually starts to pat you down, the cheeky fucker, those big hands making their way lightly down your sides. You know he can feel you trembling under his touch–with fear or excitement, it’s hard even for you to tell. Maybe that’s what makes him bold when he reaches your thigh, those long fingers giving you an appreciative squeeze. 

It reminds you of that time not so long ago, when you’d drunkenly wanted him to slide his hand up your skirt, and he’d refused you. You shouldn’t want that from him, but you do, and that makes you so angry you could spit. Now he thinks he gets to feel you up? Your foot flails out, catching him in the shin with your Croc-clad heel. It totally throws you off balance, sending you down onto the hood of your car, but you are mad and you don’t care. 

“Watch it!”

He, however, couldn’t be more delighted. You can hear the practical glee in his tone as he sings out, “Assaulting an officer? Someone’s just asking to get booked.” 

Maybe you’re a healer by nature, but there is just something about this man that makes you want to commit murder. Just the once. You even think Florence Nightingale would understand. 

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Wouldn’t I?”

That’s when you realize he probably, absolutely fucking would dare. So far he has proved that he gives jack-all for the rules that should apply to him as an Officer of the Law. And you cannot have that on your record. Even if you told the truth and it turned into some He-Said She-Said bullshit that would drag out for months–years, possibly, even–your license could be suspended. You live paycheck to paycheck in this expensive fucking city. You cannot afford something like that. 

“You asshole.”

“Maybe. But you’re lucky I’m not actually a bad guy, y/n.”

“How do you figure?”

Somehow, his voice lowers an octave, and no matter how livid you are, your lady parts absolutely rebel with an almost violent ache between your thighs. “Because if I was I’d spank that beautiful behind of yours for kicking me. With crocs? Really? I’m going to have to show you a few things, you scare me honey.” 

Is this man offering to teach you to defend yourself in the same breath he’s using to blackmail you? You’re nearly cross-eyed from the whiplash.

“Sorry, I’ll be sure to wear boots next time.”

“Great. Wear them to dinner, tomorrow night. And we’ll forget this ever happened.”

How he knows you’re free tomorrow, you don’t really want to know. 

You feel yourself deflate, knowing he’s finally got you over the proverbial barrel. The thought should not excite you the way it does. “You’re serious.”

“I tried asking nicely.”

“Most men get the picture when you tell them ‘no’ more than twice? A million times? I forget how many.”

“Maybe, except I see the way you look at me, when you think I’m not looking and my ass is hanging out of a hospital gown. I know how pretty you sound, when you orgasm to my voice while I talk you through it over the phone. And when you’re in trouble, I’m the one you know you can call, because I’ll drop everything to make sure you’re safe. So, you’re finally going to give this thing between us a chance, whether you like it or not. Pick you up at eight?” 

You sigh, shoulders slumping, head resting against the warm car. His eyes immediately hone in on the column of your throat, and the way he wets his bottom lip doesn’t seem intentional, which just riles you up even more. You grit your teeth, but it doesn’t really look like you have a choice. “Sure.” Asshole. 

This time, you’re smart enough to keep that to yourself.  

As though he heard you think it, he spins you around, practically picking your feet up off the ground, and braces you against the door of your car, one hand on either side of your head, full wolfy grin sending a thrill of danger through your spine. The way he can just manhandle you like you weigh nothing crosses some vital wires in your brain–you cannot think. 

You try to stay defiant, raise your chin to look up at him, keep some semblance of pride. It’s not fair that he has such sway over you and you seem to have absolutely none over him. You have to even this playing field somehow. 

“Maybe you have a badge and you think that makes you hot shit, but at the end of the day you’re just a bully, Tom.”

His gaze travels up your neck, over your face, until he lands on your own guarded, defeated stare. Something changes in his expression. “You think I don’t know you? Well, maybe you don’t know me either. But you’re going to find out, sweetheart, I’m not a bad guy.”

You eye him suspiciously. “I guess I don’t have a choice, right?” 

He leans down, brings his nose an inch from yours, invades your personal space. For a second, you think he’s going to kiss you, and it makes you go stiff and lax all at once. The heat of his breath tickles over the nerve rich plump of your lips, and they part for him despite your brain’s vehement protest. 

“Right.” He’s gone as soon as he comes, dropping your stomach from throat to feet. You hope he doesn’t hear the desperate, quiet sound that you try to burrow under your tongue.

You think he’s just going to walk away and leave you here in the warm, damp, lonely, dark highway like a sitting duck, but instead he opens your door and motions for you to slide back into your seat. 

“Don’t forget to buckle up, honey.”  As he saunters away, thumbs looped through his belt—God, he’s fucking painfully sexy—you don’t bother hiding the way you watch his ass move this time.

[jackiepackiee]

Hello, I hope you're having a splendid day!

If your requests are open may I ask for the flags x single parent reader romantic headcanons? I've seen the other one with the mad scientist and I just found it so amazing!

But of course, only if you are comfortable, I don't want to pressure you.

I shall say my good byes now as I have to leave.

Take care of yourself and rest.

Goodbye.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓕𝓵𝓪𝓰𝓼 𝔁 𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓮 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

Warnings- parent struggles

Type - headcanons

Of course I added Chuuya.

Albatross -

Did someone say the fun dad?

He admires how responsible you are

Quite literally watches in awe at anything you do

Making a snack? Wow. Hushing your kid from crying? He’s shocked by your skill

Your kid likes cars? He will have an entire lot for them.

Trains? Look, now the port mafia has a and it’s trained named after your kid

Almost like a brother, sorry

He’s immature and has never been around kids

So so gentle however

He’s not dumb, just eccentric after all

You’ll definitely walk in on him covered in paint by your kid, laughing and letting it happen

Tea parties? Tea parties.

7/10, congrats, you have a second kid

Pianoman -

Thinks the absolute highest of you

Will never pry on what happened to the biological parent

But if they hurt you? He’s pulling piano strings

The kid is babied, no matter the age

He’s a leader, and a protecter

The port mafia doesn’t even know you have one

He likes a quiet personal life

No nanny’s, he will clear his schedule if needed

It’s his kid now, and he’s ready to try his best

Smart man, makes sure to let you get plenty of rest

Knows it must’ve been hard being alone

So he wants you to recover from however long you missed the rest you’ve needed

You kid wants a new toy? He will counterfeit money and buy hundreds

9/10, a great dad

Lippmann -

Why the hell is your kid suddenly speaking other languages?

It’s Lippmann. He’s too smart and will make sure to compliment you in French, or Spanish, or German

Your kid becomes so well mannered

“Look, daddy is on TV!”

It’s always fun to have a movie night and watch his newest film

Your kid is an actor now, yeah

Expect many private shows staring your lover and your child

His favorite? Princess/prince with him as the knight

Such an incredible comforter to both you and your child

You’re stressed? He’ll make sure you’re okay while also dealing with whatever’s freaking you out

10/10, just perfect

Iceman -

So goddamn gentle

Your heart will melt, watch out

He’s soft spoken and it must be magic at how well he can console your kids whines

You may know of his work, but only what he does

Not the victims, days, times, anything

But you kid? Doesn’t know a single thing

“My daddy is a superhero”

Yeah, depends on who you ask

He is technically killing bad guys (bad guys to the pm that is)

When you lay down your kid he’ll pull you to the kitchen and play a record

Slow dancing and lifting you up with immense ease

9/10, you may have death of a overheated heart

Doc -

…kinda awkward

He is good with kids, of course

All his years in med school? He had to have seen some children

He’s shy with you, but not shocked you have a kid

Will never judge you, not for a second

Makes sure your body has healed correctly

Back pains from pregnancy (if you are the mom)? You don’t know how but he will heal it

Your kid is like a walking dictionary, muttering words that would only make sense to a surgeon

For a doctor, it’s ironic how much he offers candy to them

“Be good and you’ll get a lollipop from daddy.”

7/10, your kid is always healthy, but he’s a bit childish too

Chuuya -

if you’re a teen parent he won’t care

Supports you and your child with his new pm check

Remember that one wan episode when he said that he would spoil a puppy if he had one?

That’s how he is with your kid and you

You want to take the kid to a new amusement park but the lines are too long for the kid to wait?

He will rent the entire thing, boy has connections

A lot of the sheep were young, so he is good with kids

Won’t be great as a role model, but an amazing protector

Nothing will ever hurt you or the child

If you want, he will definitely let you move in

Warning, the house will be filled with toys that the two of you won’t know what to do with

Overall 7/10 his heart is in the right place but he’s so young

[darlingeto]

gojo satoru and his half ironic half bashful romantic gestures.

he’s gone quiet while you’re yapping about some dumbass thing someone did to you, his eyes hazy with gentle adoration as he resting his squished cheek onto his hand, lips pursed in a certain pout as their default resting form.

you notice how the himbo in love look he’s sporting probably means he wasn’t listening so you ask with a cocked brow.

“..earth to the chosen one..hello?”

and in the most damsel in love tone he says with a small chuckle.

“sometimes i think you’re edible, you’re so pretty, like cotton candy..”

after the initial baffle washes out you poke him on the forehead and he giggles while taking your hand into his large 2+1 apartment of a hand and softly kisses at your palm numerous times.

sleepy satoru is basically a domesticated fox.

his responses have a short range of biting for no, making a certain “mhm!” while nodding eagerly for, well all other stances and flat out ignoring you and nuzzling his face somewhere on your body, preferably chest.

if he’s laying his head on you and you try to move to go to the toilet, the man traps your thigh with his own fully wrapping his long limbs around your leg. you tap his shoulder a few times matching it with a short groan of his name “sa-to-ru..i need to go badly..” he grumbles in his own, set of sounds, before biting at your cheek softly and kissing your face all over after. then as if he hadn’t even registered your words he nuzzles his face at your neck and within minutes he’s fallen asleep.

whenever you two are sleeping and you even remotely move or shift, his arm you’ve rested your head upon will enclose around your back and rather tightly press you onto his chest and its always followed by some barely understandable “what..baby it’s okay..what is it..” and you definitely know he’s asleep by the way he’s drooling at the corner of his mouth. and he talks in his sleep if he’s had too much sugar during the day, you hear it all, from “finder’s keeper” to some extremely soft whisper of “baby i got you, you’re okay..” usually this will bring a deep upturned furrow to his eyebrows and his hands squeezing the parts of your flesh closest to grab.

btw more..ahem..content below.

he goes to town at any given moment, tired? might as well have you sit on his face while you basically fuck yourself on his tongue. if he’s trying to make a point, usually after you go overboard with insults you yell to his face and his smug demeanor breaks, since he doesn’t exactly engage you in vocal arguments, he will put you in a vulnerable position such as a deep arch to your back with your bum up and your face onto the pillows. will slap the hell out of your most sensitive parts and his entire goal is to get you to squirt but will warn you not to make a sound if you’d like to have enough voice to speak tomorrow. however that’s rare because eating you out is “the reason he was brought in the world.” in his words while he’s drunk off of your taste, so if satoru is anything he is going to war for that pussy. but one thing is certain, if the man will have you on his tongue he must and i mean gojo satoru (30) whines if you don’t let him hold both of your hands, and must have your fingers tightly intertwined as he holds you in the place at the edge of the bed he pulled you to, the only time he allows for your interlocked hands to detach is if he uses a hand to fist his dick as he more often than not will finish when he eats you out.

he most definitely loves something flamboyant but effortlessly so, like pressing his chest to your back and speaking lowly in a huffy tone about how you’re ruining the sheets followed by a whiny “what a bad little girl..” while his lower body pistons his dick into you at a scary pace.

i will most likely add more to this post like its a goddamn journal. but the brainrot will never end until the war does, give me my spouse back gege akutami he was your golden character.

[froggibus]

In celebration of that shimada brothers 'let's have a baby' how about a shimada brothers + reaper headcannons of how they would be as parents?

How They Are As A Father - Shimadas + Reaper

Genre: headcanons + fluff!

Word Count: 600 (like 200ish each)

CW: mentions of S*jiro, lots of fluff, christmas + halloween tropes, genji is a soccer mom and you can't change my mind

this was such a cute idea and im glad i could bring it to life for you anon! i hope you enjoy <3

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Hanzo

strives to be better than his father 

very overprotective of you + the baby when your first child is born

calms down over time tho

would do anything for his child

definitely reads them a bedtime story every night (bonus points if he makes it up)

he loves to play outside with them—rain or shine

would teach them self defense 

also would give them the option when they’re older if they want to learn to shoot a bow/use a sword

if they want to do a different activity instead? he still tries to be supportive

films everything

also for some reason i picture him making scrapbooks??

volunteers to be a parent supervisor on all of the field trips

and knows every single one of their teachers

he would definitely go up to the door to trick or treat with them too

and christmas?

you have to stop him from buying the whole toy store

still they end up with way more gifts than originally intended

would make a big deal of Santa coming

like would set up a whole scene after they go to bed—reindeer tracks and everything

also he’s an excellent gift wrapper

would have a distinct wrapping style for himself, Santa etc

10/10 father he loves his kid(s) so much

Genji

also tries to be better than their father

tries to be firm but always caves

definitely the type to accidentally swear/do something he’s not supposed to in front of the kids

“I’ll buy you ice cream if you don’t tell mommy”

they end up getting lots of ice cream

worries sometimes that they’ll be embarrassed that he’s a cyborg so you have to comfort him sometimes

i feel like he would sing them to sleep every night??

is extra about everything

he’s on the PTA and bakes cookies for every event

Halloween? he’s coordinating everyone’s costumes

would definitely use “dad tax” as an excuse to steal some of their candy afterwards tho

also he dresses up as Santa to put gifts under the tree

“babe, the kids have been asleep for hours, you don’t have to wear the costume” “but what if they wake up”

also definitely is a part of the carpool + always talks about ‘that bitch Karen’ 

Reaper

he would be a great father

definitely very sleepy and always takes naps with the kids

is the type to patrol their room if they complain about monsters under the bed

somehow knows exactly what to do too

you’re kind of jealous of it actually

until you see how close he is with them and how cute it is

doesn’t initially want to volunteer for anything at their school/extracurriculars

cannot resist puppy dog eyes though and gets roped into it anyway

the “idk ask your mom” type

plays with the kids for hours 

they will literally be using this man as a jungle gym and he doesn’t even flinch

carries them to bed when they fall asleep in weird places

if some kid was bullying them at school, he would definitely have some strong words for them

“kick them in the shins” “gabriel!”

not a big fan of Halloween but will hold their hands if they get scared

also insists they wear a coat and even when they refuse carries it the whole night for when they inevitable get cold

loves to play in the snow with your kids

absolute snowball fight master 

holds them up so they can decorate the top of the tree

helps them write letters to Santa + gives them letters back covered in white glitter and candy cane stickers

he’s so soft

would move heaven and hell for his kids 

masterlist

[kissitbttr]

early 90s rockstar!eddie and stripper!reader we have yet to talk about

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for tonight’s attire, you put on a pink butterfly sequin top that you had just purchased yesterday. the material compliments your breasts really well and it would be ashamed not to use it on for tonight. the moment you saw this top on sale, you knew you had to get it. and for the bottoms, you've chosen the shortest pink denim skirt in your closet, but not before tweaking it to look skimpy. the material hug your figure in the best way possible after that, making your ass look perky.

nothing too flashy in terms of makeup. The only thing that makes it pop is the bright red lipstick you put on, and your hair is in its natural form. no wigs or anything, since it could be such a hustle to take off. you adore your long, dark hair, so why hide it?

“looking good, cherry pie!”

As you peer over your shoulder, you catch one of your favourite girls standing a few feet away from you with her hands clasp against her chest, making you smile brightly. she eyes your outfit up and down with heart eyes,

“thank you ariel! but you're the one to talk. giving me a run for my money looking like that.” you point to her navy blue laced body-suit,

"he's coming, isn't he?" she chuckles, shaking her head as she moves to stand behind you, tipping her head to the side and watching you brush your fingers through your hair a thousand times.

"who?" you ask

"you know who I'm talking about!" she rolls her eyes and reaches out with her long manicured fingers to help you brush your hair. "Your man candy, eddie munson! Please tell me you've already fucked because there's no way in hell I'd believe the two of you are just business crap."

"Ariel!" you exclaim in surprise, patting her palm in a fun manner and laughing. "We're not fucking. He's simply... one of the regulars here, and I'm probably the only girl he feels at ease with." You murmur quietly.

"mhmm," she hums mockingly, arms crossed across her breast. "Or it could be because he wants to fuck you stupid."

"such a foul mouth you have!" You respond with your eyes wide, somewhat perplexed by her direct remark, but you can't help but flush as you scan the dressing room to ensure no one hears. "No, we don't... fuck. It's against the rule."

Ariel raises an eyebrow, encouraging you to continue as if she knows what you're trying to say “but?”

you sigh, briefly closing your eyes and burying your face with your hands in embarrassment. "We make out occasionally, okay? and he eats me out tool."

You conceal your face even more to hide your embarrassment as you see her eyes flare out before she barks out a loud laugh, her hands clapping in ecstasy. Despite this, you can't help but laugh at her antics.

“i knew it! oh my god, i can’t believe you kept this secret from me, you bitch!” she tugs on your hair a little, making you wince a little as you continue to giggle. “I’d break the rules for him too if i were you, so i don’t blame any party. he’s kind of cute.”

“right?” You sigh dreamily, turning around to properly gaze at her. "He's freaking adorable. But he was quite persistent at first.”

"Did you take a look at yourself, baby?" Ariel inquires, hands on her hips. "I wouldn't be able to restrain myself if I were him,"

“you’re too sweet,” you pout, wrapping your arms around her neck. “don’t tell anyone about this, okay?”

you feel her nod, patting you on the back. “lips sealed, gorgeous.”

after pulling away from the hug and exhaling a sigh of relief, you give her a grateful grin.

Ariel is your closest friend among the other girls here. she greeted you with open arms during your first few weeks as a stripper, making you feel at ease. she keeps checking in to make sure you're okay and that no one is mistreating you. even when the girls and men get a little too much for you, she'll be there for you. and you're so lucky to have her. because working in this field may be really difficult if you don't put on your big girl hat.

“y/n!”

your attention diverts to the source of the voice, with the door opening quickly and your boss, Johnny, making an appearance by standing at the door with a cigarette on his lips.

“he’s here, you better get your ass quick!”

you mentally roll your eyes and give him a fake smile. “be there!”

he quickly exits, leaving the door open. you return your focus to Ariel, who smiles

"wish me luck, Ari."

"you don't need luck, darling. you've got this!" she smacks one of your butt cheeks, prompting you to gasp in surprise at the unexpected contact, and you squeeze her butt in response, leading her to chuckle.

"Go get 'em, Tiger!"

~

As you step out of the dressing room, the sound of Lil Kim's "big momma thang" blasts through the speakers. your eyes scan over the crowd, seeing how there are mostly middle aged men ogling at the naked dancers and giving them lap dances.

As you make your way to the room you need to be in, you constantly have to shove a few men out of your way who are asking to have your ass sit on their crotch. you’re disgusted by them. most of these men are married, you pity their wives who have to sit home and listen to all the lies their husbands tell.

you go a little faster towards the end of the room, a slight smile on your face as you pass the bodyguard who stands just inches away. He nods at you, assuring you that the guest is already inside and waiting.

you pull your skirt up and straighten your hair a little before walking in. The room is dim, with only pink LED lights affixed to the corners of each wall, but it's clear who's sitting on the couch with his legs spread open.

that’s your guy.

the very sight of him makes you drool. He's dressed down in a plain black tee with his band name printed across it, a leather jacket, and a sleeveless denim vest to complete the look of the infamous eddie munson.

you’ve never heard of him before he came here, but from what you’ve gathered, he’s everybody’s walking wet dream. even the girls here are squealing by his presence, and who are you to blame them?

he’s in a band, he’s charming, cute smile and a voice that makes all panties drop. including yours

and from all of the other women he could choose from, he wanted you. he saw you one night on his way over here after a show and was immediately smitten. the way you danced around the pole like no one was looking, how your siren eyes drew every single man here, and how you worked your body like no one had ever worked it before.

you were the reason his brain went fuzzy and his desire of wanting other women died. he wasn’t going to stop until you belong to him.

the only downside to it all is the jealousy in the field. all the girls are giving you dirty looks because they want what they can’t have. and they want him

“hi eddie” you greet softly, locking the door behind with a smirk attached on your pretty face.

when you enter the room, his eyes light up, and a wide grin comes across his face as he watches you glide towards him in the most seductive way possible. He eyes how your hips sway from left to right, then up to look at your gleaming firm breasts.

“hello, sweetheart.” he speaks lowly, placing his drink on the table. "God, you look fucking gorgeous tonight."

You let out a childlike giggle before putting your palms on his big shoulders and nestling into his lap, your thighs on either side of his legs. His hands quickly find themselves resting on your ass, gently caressing them while gazing up at you with lust.

"Miss me?" you ask, rocking your hips back and forth, the firm material of his jeans brushing against your panties.

he lets out a deep sigh, as if this is something he has been anticipating. As he relaxes back against the couch, the movement of your hips causes his mind to wander in ecstasy.

“you have no idea, doll.” he responds, continuing to caress your backside with his ring-clad fingers. "I was performing tonight and couldn't concentrate for shit."

“yeah?” you whisper, hands coming down to his chest, fingers curling around the chain of his necklace.“how come?”

“because the only thing i kept thinking about is this.” he smacks your ass hard, causing you to jump a little, but he maintains a tight grasp to prevent you from moving. “you. on top of me. giving me a show with those pretty tits on my face. and my mouth tasting that sweet cunt of yours ”

you moan at the thought, causing you to grind a little bit harder on his hard on. holding onto him rather tightly on the shoulders due to the mental image you have of this beautiful man, laying you down on the couch as he devours you

“yeah, you’d like that huh baby?” he coos, one hand slowly rising to grab your neck, slightly choking you. "are you going to be a good little slut for me tonight?"

As a response, you mewl, which just makes him tighten his grip. "speak up, doll"

"yes," you stutter, your head flings back. "I'll be your sweet little slut."

"Good girl," he murmurs coyly, his fingers moving to pull the straps of your pink top down. "as cute as you are in this, I need em off baby." I have to see my girls."

you chuckle as you undo the clasp behind you, letting your tits bounce free before tossing the top. "there you have it, Munson. happy?”

"delighted, baby," he sighs contentedly, his cock twitching in excitement at the sight of your hard pierced nipples. Without hesitation, he begins to grab on to one of them, gently sucking it, causing you to whimper.

“no man touched you tonight, right?”

from the moment he had claimed you as his, he made sure Johnny and everyone knows that you’re off limits. you aren’t allowed to do any private shows to those men except for him. it was tough at first, because most of the clients came to see you.

they didn’t know who eddie was or where he’s from, so they tend to brush off the rule against who gets to have you and tried taking you with them. and boy, it did not end well.

eddie may looked like a rockstar, but he throws punches like no other. and when it comes to you, he does not hesitate to kill someone.

“of course not.” you moan, leaning back just enough to place your palms on the table as you begin to move your hips in circular motion. “I’m yours, you know that.”

“good. don’t forget that.” he emphasizes in a rough demeanor. “fuck, fuck. I’ve missed them,” he growls, massaging your breasts and sending a shiver down your spine.

“easy, boy” you tease, looking to see his tongue circling around your hard pebbled, refusing to stop. “I’m not going anywhere.”

he shakes his head fast, detaching his mouth from your tits before moving his hands down to unbuckle his belt. his piercing brown eyes are filled with lust and hunger as he stares up at you, feeling himself growing harder when you look at him.

you hypnotize him in a way no one else can. you’re his shots of tequila at night, he grows drunk at each minute everytime he tastes you. it’s almost impossible for him to believe that your existence is enough for him to worship the ground you walk on.

at first he was so in denial. refusing to admit that a woman can tame him with just one look, especially a woman like you. he liked to think that you were just any other girl he’s been with. to fuck and forget the next day. it’d be much more easier if you weren’t so feisty the first time you met, because that’s what drew his attraction to you.

“what are you doing?” you knit your eyebrows, gulping as he struggles to unbuckle his belt due to how shaky his hands are,

“what does it look like? you’re riding my cock, princess.” he answers nonchalantly, licking his lips at the thought of you screaming his name,

your eyes go big and jaw go slack, looking over your shoulder at the door before turning your gaze back on him. “right here? w-what? you know the rules, eddie!”

“fuck the rules” he nearly yells, hands squeezing the meaty parts of your waist. “as much as i love eating your pussy for days princess, i need to feel my cock inside you.”

“we can get caught, eddie. i could lose my job.” you hold him off by his chest, afraid that the bodyguard outside might hear your small argument.

“you won’t lose your job, baby. even if you did, you can come with me. you’d like that?” he sees the hesitation in your eyes but he knows what you want. “come on, baby. I’m getting hard over here, don’t you want me to fuck your pretty little cunt?”

his fingers delicately brush some of the hair from your face, almost making you melt under his touch. God, the fucking power he has on you is making the whole thing so hard to control. you’ve never been the one to follow a man’s orders, let alone letting them fuck you. you prefer to tease and leave them wanting more.

but you can’t say no to him. not to eddie.

a playful grin slowly perches on your lips, not caring anymore if they found you fucking in the room. you nod your head slowly at him. the bubbles of excitement in your stomach seems to expand at the idea of him ramming you deep with his cock and filling you with his cum.

maybe ariel’s right after all,

“okay, daddy” you decide to call him that because you know it drives him crazy, as you stand up from his lap and gently pull your panties down,

“fucking-“ he cuts himself off with a grunt, mostly from the nickname and your naked body standing before him. “face like an angel but you’ve got the personality of a devil, baby. you know that?”

“I’d like to think I’m an angel” you reply, nearly yelp in surprise when he reaches out to grab at the back of your soft thick thighs and pull you back down fast,

he scoffs, lining the tip of his cock against your entrance, seeing you struggle to keep quiet as soft moans continue to spill from your pretty mouth,

“i beg to differ.” he pushes you down on his hard shaft, both of you let out a breath of pleasure, and he admires how sexy you look when he does it.

your hands slowly start to roam all over your pretty figure , squeezing the breasts, playing with those hardened nipples as his name being spoken repeatedly like a prayer. your hair falls down on your back and eyes closed like you’re in a trance.

with you looking like that, you put every single pornstars to shame.

“do me a favor sweetheart.” he feels you start to slowly bouncing on his cock, the sound of your skin slapping against each other is filling up the room,

“don’t hold it back. i want you to scream my fucking name so everyone knows who you belong to.”

~

lol i love to edge ppl

send me concepts and thoughts<3

[jelicoxoxo]

Baby, I like your style

Characters: Vil Schoenheit

Summary: Vil with a black girlfriend🫶🏽

A/N: I don’t see black reader fics for twst like I do the other fandoms I’m in, so I came to serve myself <3

Warnings: Black! reader(obv), fem! reader. Reader wears acrylics, Romantic relationship, Implied modern au, but not specified. Pretty short but this was an impulse write.

no proofread cause I’ll wanna delete it

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Vil never paid much attention to romantic relationships—or even pursuing them, he was far to busy to do so. His career came first after all, a relationship would only get in the way.

Or at least that’s what he thought before meeting you.

First, you had caught his attention with a sweet and expensive smelling perfume, immediately dragging his eyes from his manager and towards you. Usually, he could tell what products another was wearing just based off of smell alone— yet he couldn’t pinpoint what you where wearing, only that it smelled sweet, like candy.

Then, you had the audacity to look as good as you smelled, a unique and eye catching hair style, outfit that hugged your curves perfectly, but not to much, and that only you could pull off. Hell, even your skin held a shimmer in the light, and he wouldn’t have noticed his staring if it weren’t for your eyes meeting his.

Vil couldn’t do anything but give a small smile, turning his attention back to his manager that was still going on and on about a role he’d turn down anyway. It was obvious that you put a lot of effort into your appearance, you where beautiful and you knew it. He knew that if Rook was here, he would never stop gushing over your beauty, rightfully so.

When you actually started talking and hanging out, nobody suspected that he’d fall for you—and you didn’t either. Yet here he was, paying for your nail appointments, your hair, clothes, makeup, doing your makeup, anything that helped maintain your beauty. You had this pretty ass man wrapped around your finger, He even gave you his personalized skincare products, including you in his routine— and was surprised when you turned around and had HIM try YOUR routine.

And he let you. He let you lay him down on your soft bed, watching some show you had put on as background noise but it had started getting good. He let you pull his hair back with a fuzzy soft hairband, and let you smear the cocoa butter on his cheeks before rubbing it into his skin in circular motions.

When you where done with the routine, his skin was not only soft and moisturized (when is it not), but smelled good as well.

Eventually, he noticed his bedtime approaching, getting comfortable in the sheets and adjusting the blanket, but seeing you scrunch your nose at him in a disapproving manner had made him think twice. Did he forget something? Cross a boundary?

“Is something bothering you?” Vil asked, blinking up at you from where he laid as you got up and walked to the other side of the room. It had amused him when you came back and wordlessly slipped a bonnet on his head, tucking the loose strands of hair in with your new acrylic nails and humming with contentment.

“Ah, I see. Thank you.”

“You can keep it, I have several.” You said, putting one on your own head and turning the light off, going to bed with a satisfied smile beside him. He wondered how he didn’t think of wearing a bonnet to bed himself, the satin fabric soft against his forehead.

“Goodnight, Love.”

“G’night, love you too.”

So maybe, pursuing someone wasn’t so pestering after all. His career would live.

~~~~~ <3

[dearest-painter]

blood is thicker than water but both feel the same when your eyes are closed

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive behavior,abusive relationship,kidnapping,BLOOD,harm,talking to oneself,Lima syndrome,HELLA ooc Jones,I DO NOT CONDONE THIS ALL IS ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES

Everything was dark..you couldn’t see and you were scared. Your wrist were tied and you lift them to feel your eyes feeling a blindfold. To scare to even try and see if your capture was there,you just wanted your dad. What if you became one of those unsolved cases that dad talked about?,what if your captive took you out of anger to your dad and torture you?,what if they kill your dad in front of you?,or what if they kill you? ‘Creeeek..’ getting the courage to speak to the captive. “H-hello?” “Ah goody your awake darling! Dose your bed feel comfortable? I tried to make sure I got you the most FLUFFIEST bed!”

You were confused. This captive was much more nicer then the ones you’ve heard about but you then realize that your on a bed. “Y-yeah it’s comfy…can you take my blindfold off please?” “Oh no can do darling~ I can’t trust you yet. You must be hungry~ here let me feed you” it was a guy 100% because of the voice but you followed his game just to survive.

Everyone was surprised at how unhinged Jones seemed but they understand as his son was just kidnapped. “WHEN I FIND THE FUCKER I’LL BEAT HIM TO A PULP THEN WATER BOARD HIS ASS UNTIL HE DIES!” “Jones you gotta cal-“ “DONT TELL ME TO FUCKING CALM DOWN MY SON WAS FUCKING KIDNAPPED! HOW THE HELL CAN I BE CALM WHILE MY PRECIOUS SON IS TERRIFIED WITH A FUCKING CREEP!” Jones was panting and seething in rage. It took time but he made you his perfect son after he took you from your disgusting parents. He saved you but only for you to be taken away!

They did try and get him off the case but Jones wasn’t having it,he wanted to save his son once again! “Jones we got the place” “send it now! I’m going ALONE! I’ll call for backup if I fucking need it” Jones ran to the car not waiting for his partner as he started the car and put in the address as he rushed there.

They did try and get him off the case but Jones wasn’t having it,he wanted to save his son once again! “Jones we got the place” “send it now! I’m going ALONE! I’ll call for backup if I fucking need it” Jones ran to the car not waiting for his partner as he started the car and put in the address as he rushed there.

Your captive had left and you were crying silently. Mumbling under your breath “daddy please….I-I promise to behave more..Please come and get me daddy…I don’t wanna be here forever please” your crying pleas would usually go to deaf ears but this time they didn’t.

Jones banged on the door. “IT’S THE POLICE OPEN UP!” He heard rushed footsteps and then burst in. He immediately aimed his gun at the man. “WHERE IS Y/N JONES!?” “Oh my son~? He’s asleep” Jones was pissed,HOW DARE HE CALL YOU HIS SON! He jumped at the man beating him to the point he was knocked out but not dead. The man had a bloody nose and there was water he dropped making the water pour everywhere and mix with the blood. “BABY!? ITS DADDY WHERE ARE YOU!?” “DADDY!” Jones smiled as he rushed to your door kicking it down and picking you up. “Oh sweet Angel your safe,did he touch you anywhere?” “No just treated me like his son…I-I wanna leave” “we’re leaving kiddo.” “Can I take the blind fold off?” Jones stopped as he started at the unconscious man that was beaten badly.

“No baby…not yet but let me take off your ropes in your wrist” He made sure to be gentle because he didn’t wanna hurt his son. Soon you were rubbing your wrist but he picked you up with you leaning your head on his chest. “…daddy can we get fast food and candy then do game and movie night?” “Of course honey,of course but let’s wait until the others get here. The ambulance is already here so let’s get you fixed” You smiled as you nuzzled into your dad’s neck smelling his familiar cologne that you always made fun of but it was comforting unlike the oily scent the man had.

“Jones! Di-“ “no…he’s still alive” “hi aunty” Natstaka (oc) looked surprised as her partners face was grim and dark. “Hey buddy,how do you feel?” “Okay…threw up after he fed me. Tasted like poo” Natstaka chuckled and ruffled your hair making you smile more. “I bet buddy,we’re gonna do some check ups on you to make sure your okay” you nodded your head yawing a bit still clutching your fathers shirt making him smile. They waited until the man was far away to take off your blindfold to show your tired red eyes.

“Heya bud” you smiled as you looked at your dad. “Hi daddy” “sleepy?” “Maybe…still wanna do our plan” “of course but your gonna take a nap later” The doctors were being gentle as they checked you as they’ve seen what Jones can do when someone fucks with his son.

A fathers love for his son will make him kill

[justhere4thevibez]

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nonny, I'm SO SORRY this took so long, but I made it a bit extra long to make up for it 💛 enjoy!

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“Somebody’s in love!”

Eddie jerked his head up, panicked that Henderson had finally caught him staring one too many times at Chrissy Cunningham. At her crinkly nose and her short little skirt and her delicate hands and… you get the idea.

Fortunately, Henderson was not talking to Eddie, but to Steve Harrington, who’d been fluffing his ever-obnoxious hair in the reflection of one of the video games at the arcade.

“Hey, twerp, when your hair looks as good as mine, you’ll spend time in front of a mirror, too,” Harrington said, bopping the brim of Henderson’s hat affectionately.

“Excuse you,” Henderson said indignantly. “My hair looks amazing, thank you very much.”

Thank fuck. He’d gotten away with it again. Automatically, his eyes drifted back over to Chrissy, where she was giggling with Max and Will…

Fuck. She was looking at him now.

He dropped his gaze, spinning the opposite way to find a game, any game, to distract him from being a fucking idiot and staring at the most stupidly pretty girl in Hawkins.

“Hey, Eddie.”

He looked up from his game—apparently his subconscious had directed him straight to Pacman, what the fuck—to find Chrissy looking up at him with wide, baby blue eyes. She had to be some kind of fucking enchantress with eyes like that, blue enough to pull him in with her siren song and leave him to drown.

What a way to die.

“Hi,” he said eloquently, clearing his throat and trying over again. “Um, having fun?”

“Yeah,” she said, a genuine smile blooming out over her face. “It’s nice to hang out with people who don’t… care. About, like, social status or being cool.”

Eddie clutched his heart in mock hurt. “Are you saying I’m not cool, Cunningham?”

“Oh, I didn’t mean—” she stopped, a shocked smile crossing her face. “You’re teasing me, aren’t you?”

“Me?” Eddie bent down until he was eye to eye with her, keeping his expression grave. “I’ll have you know I am a serious man. Not a nonsensical or shenanigan-rous bone in my body. Some might even call me…” he paused for dramatic effect before slumping back against Pacman, pressing his hand to his forehead. “Dignified.”

She burst out into a peal of laughter, her eyes almost squinting shut with her smile. Fuck, he wanted to eat it, let that sound melt across his tongue like cotton candy.

“Do you mock me?” he asked in a shocked whisper. “I cannot believe our own benevolent queen would treat me thus.”

“I—” another giggle escaped her lips before she managed to silence it. “I would never. I actually…”

She trailed off, blushing a little.

“You what, your highness?” he asked, tilting his head with an expectant smile. “Your wish is my command.”

“I, uh, was wondering if you’d teach me,” she said in a low voice, like she was sharing a secret. “I don’t really know how to play these games.”

Eddie held out his hand with a flourish. “Step right up, my lady, and I’ll show you the ways of the man of Pac.”

“Thank you, kind sir,” she said, slipping her hand into his and letting him guide her.

Her hand was so fucking soft he was afraid the callouses on his fingers might tear her skin up. But she didn’t seem to mind his touch, lacing her fingers firmly through his. His brain stuttered to a halt momentarily, and he had to shake his head to clear his thoughts. Focus, idiot.

He pointed out the controls to her as he gave her a brief explanation of the game, and she nodded along, content to absorb his words. And if he leaned over her shoulder a few times to point out some things, well, he was just doing his civic duty as an arcade game instructor. He didn’t try to press against her or even touch her, he just liked basking in her presence. Hell, even standing near to her was closer than he ever thought he’d get.

And she didn’t seem to mind. When he leaned over her shoulder to tap on the screen, she snagged the sleeve of his jacket, twisting her tiny fingers into the leather.

“You can come a little closer,” she murmured, tugging on his sleeve. “I don’t bite.”

He took a hesitant step forward, keeping a couple inches of space between them. He didn’t want to fucking assume anything even though the hem of her skirt brushed against his bare knee where the fabric had worn straight through on his jeans. Fuck, this might just be heaven.

“What’s the matter, Munson?” she asked teasingly, giving his jacket one last insistent pull. “You scared of me?”

He almost stumbled forward, and now he could actually feel her against him, her angular shoulder pressed against his ribcage and her ass brushing up against his thigh. She leaned her head back against his shoulder, nestling it in the crook of his neck, and for a split second he forgot to breathe.

“Yeah, Cunningham,” he laughed, daring to curl his hand around hers on the joystick. Who needed heaven when you could have Chrissy Cunningham pressed against you like this? “I’m fucking terrified.”

[quinnyundertow]

When I Catch You Gege

Summary Reader is Isekai'd into JJK with the determination to change canon and make sure she rights the wrongs of Gege. Oh and enjoy her time there...yeah that too. No manga plot spoilers. Reader x everyone. All characters 18+ unless otherwise stated.

Content Warning: Canon typical violence, torture, suicide, Non-con, extreme bullying, angst with a happy ending.

Pairings: Reader x Nanami Kento, Haibara Yu, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Junpei Yoshino, Okkotsu Yuta, Toji Fushiguro

Chapter 1

Comments & Candies

It all started with a comment on the internet. Which to be honest was pretty rare for you to indulge in in the first place. Don’t misunderstand, you had strong opinions about things -especially when some of your favorite characters or shows were involved- but between the trolls online and the way things generally devolved in comment sections it just wasn’t worth raising your blood pressure over anymore. 

It started innocuously enough in some TikTok comments of a Jujutsu Kaisen fight mash up from the current Shibuya Arc. It was one of those videos where the quality is so high you don’t even understand how the user posting found it.

75 Comments

“Dude I fkn hate Mahito he better get left right goodnight next ep”

“lol get ready to be disappointed”

“I mean why mahito kinda…👀”

“get help….” “girlie I’m all for ignoring red flags but that’s a whole red flag factory” "okay but transforming body parts 😩"

You laughed at the comments per usual thumbing up your favorites before going to type your own. This fandom was so unhinged but you loved it. These comments were tame compared to what you would see on the average JJK thirst trap video.

“Gege is the worst curse 😭” 

You hit enter with a small smile before immediately scrolling through a few more TikToks. Your timeline was currently Jujutsu Hell. Just about every TikTok was JJK related and while you adored the show (maybe a little too much) you were feeling a little bummed out by it lately. 

Season one had become your ultimate comfort anime. It was endearing, funny, heartwarming and all the characters meshed so well. It made you feel like a part of their family -albeit a very hot family where you thirsted over about 90% of the cast-. 

Sure the Junpei arc in season 1 broke your heart but it was a manageable amount of sadness. The movie was much the same; a little sad but overwhelming the good guys win and the family is together at the end. Then came Shibuya and all hell broke loose. Gege made you fall in love with Suguru Geto despite knowing that wasn’t going to end well. Your sweet baby Yuji was tortured relentlessly physically and mentally. Then he put your man Gojo in an eyeball box before he killed off a bunch of beloved characters. You were honestly starting to feel depressed. It sounds dramatic but you really loved these characters and it felt like Gege was torturing them for the hell of it. Character deaths were fine with a literary purpose but it was beginning to feel cruel.

Your mood dipped with your thoughts as you decided to close the app down. Before you could flick it shut a notification popped up at the top of your screen showing someone had responded to your comment. You clicked it to see the bigger thread.

“Yuji had to watch these ppl die to grow as a character”

You screwed up your face into an affronted expression. You had a tendency of wearing your thoughts on your face before managing to school them. Something that had gotten you in trouble more than once. Thankfully, in your own home that wasn’t an issue. 

“Not really relevant to my comment..” you mumbled while typing a response. “But I’ll bite”

“Killing off characters just to make another one grow is the easy way out. Yuji is a kid. Torturing him senselessly isn’t making him grow, it's making him traumatized.”

Before you could even click away another comment popped up below yours 

“U think u could do any better?”

You rolled your eyes at the comment. You loved Gege’s work, the universe and characters he created were amazing; but that didn’t mean you had to agree with every decision he made as an author. This is why you didn’t bother to leave comments. You hated having to justify yourself to random people on the internet. You contemplated deleting your original comment before you typed 

“I mean I could get to the same places plot wise and emotionally without murdering everyone the audience cares about..” Before the guy could respond again you hit the phones off button to put it to sleep and threw it across your bed. You hated that your emotions tended to get involved in things as tiny as internet comments or tv shows.

You huffed into your sheets before mumbling, “If I was there I’d end up being an annoying Shonen protagonist…”  you smiled thinking of the way Naruto relentlessly chased down Sasuke or Luffy refused to leave his Nakama behind. Rolling over you lay on your back staring at the ceiling grinning, “Suguru Geto you aren’t escaping the power of friendship buddy! I would drag your monkey hating ass back kicking and screaming. Hell, I’m saving Yu Haibara first, sending Geto to therapy, and taking Nanami to a freaking hair salon. Emo looking…” you laugh out loud before your reverie is interrupted by the screeching of your phone's alarm. 

Your mood is forced to instantly sober, “I’m pathetic..” you muttered. Knowing in the back of your head you had to get ready for another day at your mediocre job with your shitty coworkers. And for what? To come home and be sad that the gorgeous pixelated men on the other side of the screen were getting knocked off by their God Gege (who you just decided to dub God-Ge).

After rubbing a hand over the bridge of your nose you tried to muster the energy to get up and get shit done. Raising up one hand towards the ceiling and making a fist you yelled, “Alright God-Ge you dick just you wait till I get Isekaied! Not one of my boys is dying and I all my babies are gonna grow up loved as fuck!!”

~~

That was the last thing you remembered and what brought you to the here and now. Where ever here and now was… you were disoriented to say the least. You went from laying in bed to your body standing. White and red lights were flashing by with a blustery wind shaking you and rattling your clothes. Despite the confusion you registered that you were moving but not with any sense of purpose or even of your own volition. You were submerged in a crowd; bodies flowing around you pushing your stumbling form along.  You were in sensory overload; the sound of racing vehicles, people talking, advertisements ringing. The lights flickering around you were blurred and the voices surrounding you were unintelligible. 

You felt as if you broke through to the air from a lake in the middle of winter. Your mind was having trouble forming full thoughts. The information it was receiving was partial and you felt goosebumps break out down your arms as you felt a shiver go down your body. You noticed a ringing in your head as it gradually grew louder in volume. The tinnitus like sound became unbearable as you hunched over putting your hands over your ears. Your posture was protective as you just hoped the overwhelming feelings would-

The ringing stopped. The sounds around you clarified and your vision seemed to return to normal. It felt as if someone had thrown you a life preserver in frigid waters and you gasped at the sudden shift in physical sensations.

Something was grounding you. This warmth spread throughout your body and a wave of reassurance engulfed you. Still bent over with your hands on your knees you registered a hand on your upper back near your shoulder. The touch, warm and light, rubs a gentle circle only partially putting its weight on you. You aren’t the type of person to want to be touched by strangers but the person barely holding you relays comfort and reassurance. Their form was removed enough to show concern while not intruding on your space or coming off as disrespectful. 

“Hey are you okay? You don’t look so good..” the voice was masculine but had this buoyancy and brightness to it. The energy behind it non-threatening and almost inviting. You squeezed your eyes shut trying to regain some baseline of where you are. You registered the sidewalk under your feet and your familiar pair of shoes. It had to be nighttime based on the level of light surrounding you. It wasn’t dark but the only thing illuminating your feet was colorful artificial rays. 

The hand on your back left taking its warmth with it. Your eyes flicked up to meet a pair of brown orbs with flecks of gold. The person's face peering down at you was so close to your own your noses almost brushed when you looked up. Your voice caught in your throat as you choked in surprise at the handsome features directly in front of you. His brown eyes were framed with long dark lashes. The first thought that left your mind was he’s beautiful before a heat raced down your stomach. 

At your noses almost touching, he stood up quickly from stooping to get a better look at you. He must have seen something in your eyes that clearly concerned him as both of his arms reached out to steady you on either side of your shoulders. His fingers flexed lightly on your upper arms as he maintained a firm but gentle hold, “Hey I’ve got ya, let’s move over out of the walkway.” The voice sounded like how someone would coax an animal out of a hiding place. It generated a sense of security despite the confusion all around you. 

You leaned up to your full height, the hands on your arms providing support in the event you needed it. You fought past a wave of dizziness as your gaze followed his legs on their way to meet his eyes. He was tall, almost two heads taller than you. His face now turned away from yours as it scanned above the crowd for a destination. His hair was the same honey brown color as his eyes. The style boyish, straight and short; stopping above the ears before ending in an undercut. The bangs were untamed like he had run his hands through them one time too many.  

“Hmmmm, umm…there’s gotta be a seat somewhere..” he mumbled to himself aloud. You tried to focus on his words but felt your form stiffen as you were bumped by the throng brushing by you, intent on where they were heading. When he spoke his voice tickled the back of your brain, a sense of familiarity rolling over you. You couldn’t help but focus on the sensation of his hands on your shoulders. 

He visibly perked up as he seemed to have found what he was looking for before he glanced back over to you. He smiled brightly, making eye contact that made you feel a blush on your face in response. He released your arms briefly before a large warm hand reached out and clasped your smaller one before navigating you towards a less dense part of the horde. “So I don’t lose you.” he explained lightheartedly over his shoulder. His grip was soft despite the roughness of his own hands. You felt yourself rub against him reflexively tracing one of his calloused fingers with your own. 

Your own emotions and feelings in your present situation baffled you. You were not some maiden needing saving nor some naive girl who would tag up with a random man. You watched way too much true crime to ever take a strange man’s hand and follow them into a side street no matter how attractive they were. However, rather than your intuition screaming for you to pull your hand away and run, it remained quiet. You had never believed in aura, chakra, energy or whatever but it was like you could sense his and it gave you only positive vibes. 

Nothing made sense. A moment ago you were laying in bed on TikTok and now you were in the middle of a massive metropolitan area (you lived hours away from one) in the middle of a crowd with a guy you vaguely felt like you knew pulling you to God knows where?

Swallowing hard, you stumbled behind the larger male his broad back and strong shoulders taking up the majority of your view. You shadowed him closely so that you wouldn’t become separated. This was working fine until he abruptly stopped; someone cutting in front of you both with a bicycle. You tripped forward into his back, your fingers gripping tightly into his black crop top style jacket for support. A soft cry of surprise escaping your lips. He froze letting you regain your balance as you leaned against him fully. His back clearly muscled against your forearms and hands. “I’m sorry” you stammered out letting go once you reoriented yourself. The guy leading turned slightly towards you before readjusting your hand in his making sure not to let go. “N-no worries, one minute and we're there...” he announced in a soothing tone despite an outbreak of red flushing the top of his ears and the little bit of cheek you could see. 

True to his word less than a minute passed before there was a gap in the crowds and you both emerged into a smaller offshoot of the main walkway. You must be between stores where the garbage and back employee stairs were situated because the area was pretty empty opposed to the sidewalk not five feet away. The familiar individual in front of you released your hand and began digging in his jacket pockets now. Below the jacket was a simple white t-shirt followed by formal black pants. The t-shirt was snug not leaving much to the imagination as you felt yourself swallow hard. Part of his tongue popped out in the corner of his mouth as he kept searching for something. Your mind immediately goes, cute, at the small pink muscle wedged in the corner of his lips. “Miss, do you prefer sweet or salty food?” He formally inquired looking up with a smile. He managed to fish out some candies from his pockets alongside what looked like a few candy wrappers and some pocket lint. 

You blinked at the unappetizing handful  in his outstretched hand before studying his face again. It was driving you crazy how familiar he looked. Though another part of you couldn’t help but assert you wouldn’t forget a face this attractive and boyish.  A lazy smile graced his face as he looked you in the eyes holding forward his hand of proffered treasures. The way he expectantly looked at you reminded you instantly of a golden retriever. He was convinced that his outstretched handful would solve whatever issue made you double over in the street. “I bet it’s low blood sugar! My grandma has to deal with that so I got in the habit of carrying around a couple of candies in case she needs a little boost!” He gave a short laugh before reaching back to scratch his head with his free hand “but to be totally honest I usually end up eating it all and it’s really more of an excuse to keep candies on hand all the time…” he paused clearly still waiting for you to take one of the brightly wrapped sweets. His expression clearly reflecting that he could never imagine you not wanting one of the slightly melted goodies.

“Oh…okay, thank you?” Your response came out as more of a question then you intended as you glanced down and bridged your hand half way between you two before pausing. The wrappings were unfamiliar and you had no idea what exactly you were taking. A sarcastic voice in your head couldn’t help but quip, Good idea let's take candy from the stranger now that you’ve followed him into an alley.

He watched you, his smile never fading as you glanced up to make eye contact again a small furrow of confusion on your brow. He looked down at his own hand before exclaiming, “Oh! Right so this one is a little sour it’s got like a tangy…” the older teen continued to ramble on. His voice faded into the background as your brain went 100 miles per hour trying to catch up to everything happening. You definitely knew this guy. Was he a coworker's friend? That didn’t explain how the hell you ended up in a city. His candy spiel apparently ended as he looked up at you tilting his head to the side slightly. 

A light bulb suddenly went off in your head as you exclaimed out loudly pointing as if you had the answer to a game of Pictionary. “Yu! Haibara Yu!” 

Chapter 2

[3cremepie3]

Back again

Synopsis - You and Twst boys enjoying your day a HeartLand.

A/n - Been awhile since I wrote for Heartland expect more smut from my world before I change it. Also I forgot to add in Idia so I’ll put him in part 2.

Warnings - Mild language, spying, roller coasters, mention of heights!

Riddle

Would wait in like patiently while you sit in the shade.

“Thank you so much Riddle I would’ve waited too,” you offered. “It’s okay my love I didn’t mind it.” He handed you ice-cold water that you placed on your sweaty forehead. “That’s for you to drink get it off your head,” he demanded. “Fine!”

When he sees people cutting in the line he lets them have it immediately.

“Hey you two,” he yelled. “You thought no one would notice you cutting huh?! The people around them glared at them realizing that they had just randomly appeared. “Why would you say anything asshole!” They cussed getting out of line. “Ugh I hate rule breakers,” Riddle scoffed.

Try’s to go on as many rides as he can since it’s his first time at a amusement park.

You two even ride on the teacups which is a kiddie ride but it was worth it seeing Riddles's focused face as he turned the wheel. You went on the Little Dipper a children’s coaster. He was ecstatic even after you went over and over again. Then you finally got to the Big Dipper. It was worth the pictures afterward where they zoomed in on you and riddle as he hugged you so incredibly tight you almost passed out. You made fun of him afterward, he couldn’t even be mad at you. He put the picture in his wallet so it could go everywhere with him.

Leona

Would buy the flash past cause he hates standing a waiting.

“Look at those losers,” he laughed. You walked past all the exhausted people waiting in line. “What did you say jackass,” someone asked him. “Come on Leona I don’t want to get kicked out.” You pushed him away from the fight that was about to happen. “Damn that ass is fat.” The same stranger gawked at you. Now you couldn’t hold Leona back as he punched the man in the face. He fell right on the ground and you both ran before security came. “We couldn’t even get on the ride!” Sorry, it was instinct to protect the queen of my pride,” he smirked.

Only likes slow rides where he can just lean on you and rest his eyes.

The tunnel of love was perfect. It was dark shutting out the brightness of the day and most importantly private. He could let his guard down and lay on you. You were his favorite pillow. You sat admiring his handsome face and playing with his hair stands. He sits up after while wrapping his hand in yours. “Thank you for coming today.” No problem Baby.” He kissed you before hissing at the harsh daylight as the tunnel ended.

Would buy you pretty much anything you want.

You wanted all of the heartlands stuffed plushies so he brought them without a problem. You wanted to get matching bracelets he brought them. You wanted candy to bring back to grim he brought it. He would buy anything just to make you happy. #1sugardaddy!

Azul

Starts praying to the sea witch as he rides the roller coaster.

Azul always made sure to keep a cool and powerful composure. So when you saw him this disheveled you couldn’t help but laugh. You never heard him scream until now you swore that would be the last time since he practically made you go deaf. He threw up after the ride was over and promised never to do that again. “You’re lucky I love you, he hissed.

Enjoys water rides

Especially the artic-themed one. It reminded him of a trip his family took when he was younger. He’s always had respect for penguin men so seeing a live one made up for the other hell hole that they called a roller coaster. He didn’t mind getting splashed with pounds of water at all. He looked perfect while wet and you looked like a wet dog. “It’s your karma Y/n,” he laughed.

Admires the theme park Industry

“I should take some pointers from them.” 12 thumarks for 2 water bottles,” he winced. “That small plushie is 45 thumarks must be because of the brand.” I see that’s why they don’t have any water fountains here.” Smart so smart,” he smirks. He writes down all of their outrageous schemes in his notebook. “Maybe I can use these gimmicks for the mostro lounge!”

Kalim

Buys out the whole park for a day for you two.

Invites all the other students but not all of them have s/o’s so it’s pretty empty. So that means no lines! You get to go on every ride you want and you get to pick any seats.

Eats a bunch of ice cream

You and he take on a challenge of the 12-scoop cone. Kalim could probably do this on his own but you at least wanted to help him out. Employees watch the messy ordeal with delight. It’s pretty gross your drool mixing and the sweet flavor of ice cream. But you two do a Victory kiss after. You win a picture with one of those sketch artists. You and Kalim can’t sit still laughing through the whole picture because of a sugar high.

Gets Heartlands car service home

The car is spacious enough for you two to lay on each other. You fell asleep in a deep food coma. You awoke to Jamil tucking you and Kalim into bed. “Go back to sleep,” Kalim shushed you.

Vil

Planned the date way ahead of time

Vil was in the middle of school and had a huge acting role. So he didn’t have much time for you. But he promised he would make it up somehow so he brought you to heartland.

Made sure you where protected

He smeared plenty of sunblock on you both and made sure you applied more every couple of hours. Vil himself looked like a mom with his sunhat and sunshades but it also was a great disguise to hide him from his fans. “I want today to only be about us.”

Longed around all day

First, you hit up the heartstrings sauna then you hit up the lovers station. You sat on his lap in the hot springs almost falling asleep on his toned chest (IDC if you're big). You were overheated afterward although your body felt refreshed so you finished off with a cold shower. “I’ve never felt better,” you chimed. “Guess I’ll have to take you to the spa more often,” he offered.

Went to the boutique

Vil wanted to match with you for a while now. But he couldn’t find anything suitable to his taste. Either all the couple's merch was too cringe or just downright tacky. But when he saw heartlands options on Magicam he couldn’t help himself. You and him got matching red and gold corsets. Never in your life did you think you could rock a piece as majestical as this one. But Vil promised he would style you once you got back to school.

Malleus

His guards had to come

Malleus got permission from Lila to bring you here. It would have to be a secret and his team of guards would have to come along but they promised to at least stay hidden. He caught silver gawking at you both as you shared a milkshake. Then he caught Sebeck glaring at you both walking down Heartland rode.

Took plenty of photos

Even though you told Malleus you could’ve just taken them on your phone he wanted a Polaroid. “Your so old fashioned ,” you teased. Before he could purchase any more photos you saw a booth. You took some time choosing the best filters to make you look totally cute. He was a bit weirded out by all the pink but he took them anyway an amused smile on his face. Lila was smiling like a proud father after seeing your photos in the booth. You pointed out the stain your lipstick left on his cheek in one of them but he left it on too lovestruck to care.

Hot air balloon ride

He assured you that he could just pick you up and fly with you and that there was no reason to get on some dangerous aircraft. But you knew his magic could sometimes be too powerful. So you got on anyway and it was a perfect way to get away from everyone else. The balloon lifted you both high in the sky he watched the hue of your skin change with the sunset. “Were alone now,” you pointed out. Or so you thought Lilia was resting on a cloud watching you both. Malleus broke away from your savory kiss his mood quickly souring. Lighting struck almost tearing your hot air balloon down. “It’s okay let’s just crouch down!” He apologized sinking to the bottom of the basket. You sunk with him. “Finally I have a you too myself.” He let out a wicked smirk before using his magic to blow you both further away.

[absolute-flaming-trash]

Ahhh, Ri!! Congrats on the milestone! Your writing is always *chef's kiss*. #1 yandere writer in my book 💚

May I request Gojo with prompts 2 and 9?

Yes you absolutely may! I changed up the wording a lil with one of the prompts to make it fit better, but it isn't that much different!

Holy christ I'm sorry this took so long

Warnings: Budding yandere behaviour, Threats, Stalking if you squint

Word Count: 699

“Come on, let’s go out together!”

Your face scrunched up as a result of the headache that had begun to pound in your temples, unbothered that your customer service persona had all but been thrown in the trash for the time being.

“You sure are persistent, aren’t you?”

The man, Gojo as you had begrudgingly come to learn, beamed before bowing to you in a gesture that one would assume was extremely polite, but to you it seemed almost mocking while he held his hand up towards you.

“As persistent as I need to be.”

You walked past him with your labeling gun in hand, scrolling through the numbers until you created the price tag that suited the new floral bouquets you had set out for the day. He was behind you when you began to place the stickers on the plastic sheeting around the flowers, but you could feel the wave of dejection that radiated from him all the same.

It was gone within moments.

“What's to say you and I go out for dinner tonight?”  He came back into your field of view to lean up against the display stand. He lifted up a corner of his blindfold, revealing a singular absolutely stunning blue eye to you.

If this was his next move in trying to gain your attention, he was failing miserably.

“I could pick you up from the shop and save myself some time in buying you roses.”

You looked back towards him, completely unamused at his attempt at humour. “Hilarious. Even if I did accept, I’m not available tonight.”

The regret in your specific sentence structure was felt the moment you saw Gojo’s face light up. You rolled your eyes when he did a little spin in victory, unsure of how much more of the childish antics you were sure you could put up with within the first 20 minutes of opening. 

 “So you’re willing to accept, wonderful!” His celebratory movements came to an abrupt stop and he looked towards you curiously. “What are you doing tonight?”

You let out an overexaggerated gasp and brought your free hand to your mouth. “Oh my god, did I not tell you every single detail of my personal life?”

“No.”

“Then it must be none of your business.”

You brushed past him, inputting a new price on your device while he let out a low chuckle that slowly grew in volume as he snapped his blindfold back into place.

“Well aren’t you adorable?”

“Look, can I help you with something like the first time you’re here, or are you going to keep harassing me until I’m forced to call the cops on you?”

The lines on his forehead crinkled, indicating the raising of his eyebrows at your very unsubtle threat.

“You could do that, however you wouldn’t like what would happen after.”

You scoffed, pricing some of the flower tags a little more aggressively than necessary. “I seriously doubt that.”

The price gun was plucked from your hands with an ease like taking candy from a baby. Any remaining composure you had left immediately left your system as Gojo held the device up in the air just out of your reach.

“What the hell, give that back-”

“I’d like things to go smoothly between us, I really would.” He mused, his previous air of lightheartedness completely replaced with one of stoic seriousness. “I’d hate for any intervention that isn’t necessary. They could be taken care of easily enough, but I don’t know how well that would go over for you.”

Your attempts to regain the gadget stopped the moment those words left his lips, unsure of exactly how to process his statement.

“Are… are you blackmailing me into going out with you by threatening to harm me and others?”

His laughter was such a sharp contrast to the atmosphere that had been built that you flinched backwards when he booped the tip of your nose with his intex finger.

“No silly, I never said I would hurt you.” He grinned again, but this time you felt trepidation rather than annoyance when he held his hand towards you.

“So I ask again, when should I come see you?”

[skeletood]

OHHHHH SO MANY THOUGHTS TO SHARE

Holy shit. Probably the hardest I’ve laughed at any of the new seasons releases so far. Absolutely speechless

Hellhole:

- SOOOOO HAPPY to see them riff again it’s so corny and silly

- Beavis gets to hell and his first thought is where all the biker dudes are? interesting interesting *puts this in my notes

-oh my god already some amazing facial expressions

no wonder this dude ends up with so many cracked teeth in the future

- the boys being inexplicably immune to death never gets old to me

- THE DARKNESS PART HAD MY HEAD IN MY HANDS SHUT UP. THANK **GOD** IT WASN’T ANOTHER ESCAPED SNAKE SITUATION DEAR GOD IVE NEVER BEEN HAPPIER FOR A BAIT AND SWITCH

-hehe :] sillies

Overall thoughts: Another great ep this season good job guys, gave me a lot of good little laughs

The video segment was whatever but Arianna’s eye candy so like. All good :]

Take A Bow:

My god. I had absolutely no idea what was going to happen on the way in to this episode and I was NOT prepared for what it gave me and put me through

- already starting the ep strong with some GREAT facial expressions

so fucking real i used to do this to my guy friends when i was their age. not quite enough to put them in the hospital but like. yea lmao

- (monotone) “Take a bow” HAD ME DYINNNNGGGGG

- knowing about all the flavors of mountain dew what a goddamn nerd (knows everything about the different monster flavors)

- “Cherries don’t taste red at ALL. They taste all barfy” little kids complaining about foods they dont like is so silly, thank you for being your childish self its so refreshing

oh man. fuck. its butthead characterization time! finally some good fucking food. oh man here come the waterworks IMAGINE me getting stupid over an emotionally stunted idiot with a big head:

- “not until youre better beavis” first of all shut up. second of all shut up.

- “It’s like, I didn’t mean to hurt him. Feeling bad sucks.” WE KNOW BABY. WE KNOW. SO PROUD OF YOU FOR ADMITTING IT HUN :((((( the fact that bro cant even acknowledge he HAS feelings unless he’s alone. the volumes that speaks to me. man

if you had told me a week ago these were real screenoshots i wouldnt have believed you. at all. cant wait to see the looks on the faces of all the “ohh stop looking so far into it its just a stupid lowbrow cartoon” people like shut the fuck up!!!!! youve clearly never experienced real friendship before and are so pissed off cause u dont know what it looks like

- not pictured here is where they had to forcefully remove butthead from the room bc he was freaking out after thinking he killed beavis. If you disagree youre just wrong sorry!

- not only is this a funny as hell angle but man. we already know damn well he doesn’t want beavis to die but its nice to hear him say it. also he’s right, it was really funny. take a bow :]

- a lot of really good beavis screams this episode too

- BOY. HOW DO YOU KNOW WHAT “COVID” IS. MR JUDGE IM STRIKING THAT FROM THE RECORDS BUT YOURE ON THIN FUCKING ICE AKJSDSNA

- “-and his friend would have died of grief shortly there-after” I’m- I need a minute. LIKE WE ALREADY KNEW THIS BUT. THANKS FOR ADMITTING IT. 

- also, god is a whiteman i guess kasjndsajkd

In conclusion: both fucking great episodes. I am always EXTRA excited for Butt-Head characterization moments, it just makes him so much more human. Not to mention how happy I am to see that they toned down his cruelty JUST a touch. I honestly didn’t notice how bad it had gotten last season until i compared it to how this one is going so far, it feels more like older seasons butthead again :] Like dont get me wrong i LOVE it when he’s mean its just who he is but it should come more out of a place of stupidity/no real self awareness than like. idk wherever it was coming from last season. These boys are goin soft on us and to that i say: thank god. It’s nice to see them act human. Take a bow has EASILY taken old man beavis’ place as my favorite ep so far and ngl its going to be tough to beat. Funny episode that had me chuckling throughout the whole thing AND nice Butt-Head moments? Oh Mike, you shouldnt have u///u

Anyways lemme know your thoughts :]