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Lucifer I want to hold ur hand
So like...I wrote this eons ago before all the Belphie chapters happened, but I’m still really proud of it? It’s like shortly after Lucifer goes coco-nuts at the end of chapter...12? I think? I came into the game a little late, and then the story took off and this became more of an au given the context
Under a cut bc it is a l o n g boi, as per usual, a little shorter than 2000 words. This is purely fluff hurt/comfort, nothing too heavy or that requires warnings. The MC in this is named Joanna.
Enjoy!
“I don’t know if I’ll ever begin to understand...”
Lucifer’s voice was so quiet, she could only barely make out what he was saying. Her mind was still foggy, still struggling to think beyond the dull ache.
“I never know whether to be impressed by your audacity, or find it foolish. Are all humans like you?” There was a slight huff, something akin to a chuckle--though the prospect made her more sure she was dreaming. His voice was never that tender, and most certainly never so self-effacing. “Perhaps that was a foolish question.”
He didn’t specify whether that was because it was a good kind of obvious, or a bad kind. And she was too afraid to ask him to clarify--too certain his voice would disappear forever. The last time they had spoken he was beyond furious with her; it was the reason she was on what seemed to be some kind of medical bed. It couldn’t have been her room. Her room didn’t smell like bleach and sterilized dust.
“I know you’re awake, Joanna.”
Her eyes shot open to find him smiling deviously to her left, hand intercepting the forearm that had instinctively leapt to her defense. She was surprised to find that his grip was gentle; only enough to stop her from hurting either of them.
“That’s one way to say good evening,” he released her arm after checking to make sure her IV was undisturbed. “But I truly wouldn’t have you any other way. Your courage has always been captivating.”
She assessed him carefully--she wasn’t so delirious that she didn’t realize precisely who it was that landed her in what looked to be a human hospital. The throbbing in her head was no accident, and neither was the ache in her shoulders.
“I suppose I deserve that look.” His brows furrowed, “And I owe Belphegor much for deflecting the majority of my attack. Please, rest assured that I have no intention of directing violence towards you ever again. You have my word.” She could detect no slumbering threat in his gaze, no riddle in the firm line of his mouth. He was serious as serious could be--the most sober demon she had ever met. Her eyes widened when he bowed in that reverent way he always did in the company of the higher ranking demons, onyx hair cascading over his eyes.
“I imagine Diavolo has already expressed his disappointment.” She laughed when his lips pursed and his shoulders stiffened, a clear sign she was probably right. “I don’t see any need to make you feel worse. Though, I would like it if there could be fewer threats in our exchanges.”
When he straightened he remained ramrod tense, as if he wasn’t sure what to say next. He didn't like being indebted to people, and he liked failing even less.
And yet, despite everything, she didn’t want him to go. He was the first person to try to ease her worries in this realm--had given her enough information to protect herself, regardless of the situation's tenuous balance. As much as their final confrontation was about his struggle to let go of his haughtiness, it was also about the feelings they had been harboring for each other. She liked him--loved him, even--well aware of all the reasons she shouldn’t.
For all his attempts at guarded distance, he had offered her a great deal of freedom and care in this foreign realm. She knew he was trying, he had simply been a otherworldly being for a very long time; she imagined she had caused quite the uproar in defying him. But somebody had to. If there was one thing she’d learned in life, nothing good came of being entirely untouchable.
“Pull up a chair--that is, if I’m not keeping you from anything.”
Surprise flitted across his face, and it was a wonderful thing to see his honest reaction for a change. Was it because he felt safe with her, or because they were alone? She half-expected him to retreat in favor of making sure Diavolo’s requests weren’t neglected in the time he spent looking after her. For all his insistence of her lowly status, she was sure he felt a great deal of guilt and responsibility for the harm he’d inflicted.
Despite his considerable strength, he fumbled getting the chair to cross the distance to the bed. She withheld laughter behind a sympathetic smile. Was that a bit of color on his cheeks? He didn’t say anything for a while, eyes trained on the bed.
“Lucifer?” She reached out to touch his pale hand, surprised to find it cool to the touch. Had he been eating properly since the fallout? She hadn't realized what she'd done until after the fact--he had held her hand when she'd revealed she was scared what seemed like hours ago.
“You can’t love somebody and control them at the same time.” He eventually murmured, staring at the hand that was on top of his own. It was entire minutes later that his gaze rose, “I was only just beginning to understand what that meant when you first told me. And perhaps I still don’t understand--not the way humans do.”
Slowly, he raised her hand up to his lips, eyes never leaving hers. “Make a pact with me.” The warmth of his lips and the gentle cycle of his breath against her skin made heat gather in her cheeks. “I want to learn more about this human way of loving.”
“What makes you think I want to make a pact with you? I thought demons couldn’t change.”
She could see him wilt the slightest bit after a spark of indignation, his eyes averted as he lowered her hand. She couldn’t help teasing him a bit--after all the trouble he’d given her to confess his feelings, it was a small price. “For the longest time, it was what I believed. But now I see that it was short-sighted, and self-indulgent.” He sighed. “It was precisely the reason that Belphegor became so cross with me--and Satan, as well. I was so desperate to look after them, to make sure what happened to--" he shook his head. "...would never happen again. I stopped seeing things clearly.”
“And what makes you so sure fear won’t rule you again?” Her eyes were clear; not condemning, but vigilant. She was willing to give him a chance, but he needed to prove that he had learned something from all of this.
“I’m not.”
“Not?”
“I’m not at all certain. Demons are just as fallible--if not more so--as a result of their strength, their base extremity. I cannot promise that which I cannot foresee.”
When she began to withdraw her hand, his fingers tightened around hers before she could slip away. “But I intend to minimize that concern as much as I can. I imagine under your short leash, things will cease before they ever get to that point again.”
She relaxed when she found his carnelian eyes softly aglow, adoring as they landed on her. It was one thing to hope for such an outcome--it was another thing entirely to see it come to fruition.
"I'm stubborn."
"As am I."
"I'm a strict instructor."
This earned her a wicked smile. "I should hope so."
"...I'm also mortal, Lucifer."
"And I intend to make you deliriously happy for all the years you will grace this realm. So long as you permit it--it doesn't change a thing."
Her eyes were getting misty. "Are you sure you want somebody as nosy and forthright as me?"
Both of his hands covered hers and he leaned forward--so confident--and stopped a hairsbreadth from her lips.
"Do you want this, Joanna, as I do? All the good and bad that are to come with it?"
She hadn't been imagining things at all, passion burning in eyes that smoldered to a darker crimson. "More than anything," she breathed.
His lips found hers shortly after that, gossamer but enough to leave his taste tingling on the surface when he retreated. She had a hard time trying to describe it; she wasn't sure if it was the lingering concussion or the otherworldliness. He reminded her of sunlight in winter, a warmth that tingles and heats you to the very core, her toes curling. He also reminded her of the bonfires--evergreen fueled--that emitted a smoky, spicy aroma into the air. Even the hint of sweetness from roasting marshmallows was there.
"I am Lucifer, Avatar of Pride. I pledge myself to you, Joanna, that we may be bound by an unbreakable pact."
She felt the rush that always accompanied bonding to powerful demons, her entire body going rigid with the influx of magic. One of his hands rose to stroke her cheek, and she felt the flicker of their new connection echo from the depths of her bones.
“That was--”
“Disgusting, Lucifer, what the hell! Haven’t I told the lot of you before she’s my girl? Paws off!”
They both turned to see that Mammon had barged into the room without knocking or alerting anyone, as per usual. Asmodeus and Satan were following close behind with a tired look, though there were signs of delighted amusement in their gazes.
“It’s about time.”
“I’ll say--all that unresolved sexual tension was stressing me out!”
“I’m hungry, isn’t there a single place in the human realm that sells Devildom food, Joanna?”
“Can we hurry this up? I’ve got merch to pick up--they’re going to close soon!”
“Must the lot of you create an uproar everywhere we go--this is a human hospital, keep your voices down!” Lucifer snapped, scowling.
“Joaaaaaaannaaaaaaaa, how could you leave us alone with this grouch for three whole days--ow! What, did you want to put me in a hospital too!?”
She grimaced at the familiar crack with which a pair of gloved hands struck Mammon’s head. Through their pact she could feel the flickering simmer of remorse in the depths of Lucifer’s heart, and she relaxed back into the bed. He felt a lot more than he let on.
“Did the doctors tell you anything about my condition?”
“They were baffled in regards to your condition. We told them you, ah, fell down a staircase. They figured it was likely the product of head trauma, but they’ve been watching pretty closely…”
“I see,” she nodded towards Satan.
Lucifer rose from her bedside, not looking any of them directly in the eye. “I’ll see to it that they release you as soon as possible. I trust three days is an adequate recovery period.”
He strode out of the room, silence deafening. She counted to three in her head, wait for it…
“I can’t believe that weenie! We set everything up perfectly and this is how he confesses!”
“Joanna he was beside himself for days, are you part witch?”
“And he says I’m obsessed with Ruri-chan...”
Satan was the one to take a seat at the end of the bed as they chortled and jeered, shaking his head. “I know it may not seem like it, but we really were worried. We’re glad you came back to us.”
“Thanks Satan,” she smiled back easily, “Glad to be back.”
#obey me#obey me one master to rule them all#obey me lucifer#obey me mc#obey me lucifer x mc#obey me fic#can you tell i THORST#i love this demon man so much...#doing his best#i also blame the tangled tv show for making me have lucifer feels all over again#ready as ill ever be just makes me n y o o m emotionally#i hope yall enjoy if you decide to read!#the fandom seems p chill so it made me feel comfortable posting
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THORST COLLAB: Bakugou - Starving till I tasted you
A/N: First: IF YOU’RE UNDER 18, BEGONE FROM MY BLOG SINCE I WRITE MATURE CONTENT!! This one has been sitting in my documents for almost 2 months now. This week inspiration finally struck me once again tho!
This fic is actually a Thorst Collab between my lovely friends & I on Discord. I’m the first one to post mine, so I can’t wait to see what the others will write!
Now.
STRAP ON YOUR SEATBELTS CAUSE THIS MOTHERF!@#$%CKER IS 4.2K+ WORDS LONG
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If someone told you a year ago that you would have enough money to pay off your student debt, buy your dream apartment, help out your family and friends, move abroad and drive in a ’67 Chevrolet Impala, you would’ve died laughing at the joke.
You told yourself it was stupid, buying that lottery ticket. But here you are; $100.000.000,- on your bank account. A young and now rich Omega in her prime. After making sure you had spend part of it wisely, you made sure to live the rest of your life on interest alone.
The first month had been nice. Decorating your new place, going out for dinner every day, getting a new wardrobe, spoiling yourself silly. You got new nesting materials, softer blankets and bigger pillows. It felt nice. Until it didn’t anymore. It started to feel pointless and empty. You felt like you were becoming one of those people that flaunt their money and that isn’t the type of Omega you are.
So here you are. Sitting in your peach colored dress and a numbered paddle in your hand. Tonight, you attend a charity auction. The charity was a rehabilitation program for criminals who want to get back on the right path.
The auction items aren’t exactly… items. They’re Pro Heroes. People could bid on having a date with some of the most desirable Pro Heroes, Alphas, Betas, Omegas, all of them. Even No. 1 hero Deku and No. 4 hero Red Riot are up for auction, both being Omegas.
One of the last dates are being auctioned and you realize you have been zoning out. Not having bid anything yet, you put up your paddle.
“Going once, going twice… SOLD TO NUMBER 917 FOR TONIGHT’S HIGHEST BID OF $300.000,-! A date with explosion pro hero Ground Zero!”
Oh lord. Yes! You got- wait… You got actually got it? You won a date with Pro Hero Ground Zero. Wasn’t he the one with the explosion quirk? Impressive power and always capturing the villains. What separates him from Deku is his social skills. Or lack thereof, to be more precise. Ground Zero isn’t really the type of hero to stick around the people he saved to see if they’re okay.
On top of all that he’s also an Alpha. Highly sought out by Omegas who want a pup, but not the Alpha. His genes are what people want, not the man himself. His personality also making it harder for people to approach him. And you just won a date with the most desired and aggressive Pro Hero Alpha there is.
“Oi!”
The voice behind you pulled you from your thoughts. The subtle scent of caramelized candy apples caught your attention. You turn around and find a handsome Alpha standing there. Arms crossed, cardinal red eyes watching you and his lips in an almost angry looking pout. This is the man you just bought yourself a date with.
“H-hi!” you manage to stammer out.
With a huff, he places a card on your table. You pick it up and see that it’s a business card from Ground Zero’s agency. At the bottom, writing in sleek handwriting, is a phone number. You look back up at him, ready to ask him why he gave this to you. But he’s already turning around and heading for the exit.
“Just contact me when you wanna plan that date things.”
And just like that, you had Ground Zero’s personal phone number.
~ A few days later ~
You’re sitting at a small booth, sipping on your matcha latte. You were a half hour too early, so you decided it wouldn’t hurt to go ahead and order a drink before Bakugou would arrive. In his very first text he made it clear to call him ‘Bakugou’ and not by his hero name. He said that it would feel too much like an interview otherwise. In return you told him to just call you ‘Y/N’.
After some back and forth texting the last couple of days, you two agreed to meet up at a local coffee shop. Not a lot of people know about this shop. It’s small and the interior looks more like cozy living room than a flashy coffee shop. It was your favorite place to sit down and enjoy a cup of coffee, tea or like right now, matcha latte.
Neither of you had any set plans for the rest of the day. Just kind of going with the flow seemed like the way to go. This would give you the freedom to hopefully have a quiet ‘date’. But you can’t really know that for sure when the person you’re on a date with is a Pro Hero.
The sound of the bell above the front door rings. You look up and see him walk in. Sitting all the way in the back, you can’t even smell him scent. Weren’t Alpha’s supposed to have very strong scents? Maybe he’s on suppressants?
He scans the shop, probably looking for you. His eyes land on you. He walks over and sits across from you. He leans back against the chair and swings his right arm over the arm rest while the left one is resting on the table. His eyes trail down from your face to the drink in your hands.
“I see you couldn’t wait for me to arrive,” he gruffly says.
“Uh-uhm, yeah. Sorry, I was super early. I hope you don’t mind.”
The silence that spreads between you two makes your Omega feel uncomfortable. Something doesn’t feel right and you’re starting to think that the Alpha in front of you truly doesn’t want to do any of this. So, to make it a little more bearable for yourself, you pump out a small amount of calming pheromones. Just to take the edge of this meeting.
Bakugou keeps looking at you. Until he finally picks up the menu card and says: “It’s fine. It’s your day, after all.”
He was right, you figured. But you still wanted him to have a pleasant time today too.
And so the day continues. The conversation isn’t very lengthy or deep. You discuss basic things like work, hobbies, favorite food. After a while the conversation kind of dies down. You suggest you two head out and into town. The man in front of you doesn’t seem overly thrilled about it, but still agrees.
When you go up to the front to pay, you hear him quickly walking up to you. He pulls your arm back. Surprised, you let out a small sound of shock and look up at him. A confused look is on his face and he pulls his hand away from you.
“The heck are you trying to do?”
Confused, you say: “Uh, paying?”
“I see that, but why? Omegas don’t pay when they’re with Alphas.”
Wow. At first you didn’t know how to respond to this remark. True, Omegas usually aren’t the ones paying on dates. In the past an Alpha would go out and hunt for their Omega. Since the hunting days are over and many Omegas work nowadays, treating them on dates are a way to show the Omega they can provide for them.
“Well,” you say as you hand over the money to the Beta barista behind the counter and thank him, “I don’t know about other Omegas, but I’m perfectly capable of paying for drinks too. I can provide just as well as any Alpha.”
You two walk outside and turn left to head into town. You’ve been meaning to go to the bookstore and hopefully find some new reading material. Two birds, one stone, right?
“Tsk, should’ve known a rich Omega like you doesn’t like to be told what to do,” Bakugou mumbles to himself.
You stop in your tracks. What? Was that really what he thought of you? A rich and snobby Omega?
Realizing you’re not walking beside him anymore, Bakugou turns around. Your head is bowed in shame. Normally your scent smells like peaches and hazelnuts, but now it turns into that of rotten fruit. You feel called out. For winning the lottery, for treating this Alpha to some drinks, for basically buying yourself a date with someone who clearly wishes to be anywhere else but here.
Your voice shakes, but you gather all your courage. “I’ll admit I was given a lot more financial freedom recently. And yes, I don’t like being told what to do. I believe everyone should be treated equally, regardless of their second gender. But I have never in my life asked for something. I was taught to work hard, to help people and to help and reward the people that help you.”
You pick up your head and look him straight in the eyes, politely smile and say: “I’m sorry you had to do this. This isn’t really how you planned your day would go. You can go, if you want to.”
As you pass him, determent to still go to the bookstore, you feel a weight being lifted from your heart. It really is unfair to the Alpha to make him go on a date with someone he doesn’t like. Deep down inside your Omega whines sadly. She recognized a good and safe provider in the Alpha, one who isn’t driven by hormones to just get an Omega pregnant. One who isn’t controlled their Alpha status. Too bad his Alpha isn’t interested in the Omega.
“Fuck, crap- wait! Shit!”
The cursing Alpha quickly catches up to you. He stops in front of you, holding up his hands to halt you. “Okay, fuck-just… let me explain.”
You cross your arms at him and wait for him to continue.
“Okay, so… Listen, I’ve been a real dick to you. Not just today, but basically since that charity event when I gave you my card. It was wrong of me assume anything about you. Shit Y/N, you’ve been nothing but nice to me. You don’t mind carrying the cost of a date, you’re not flaunting it around town that you’re spending time with a Pro Hero, you put up with my shitty responses and that isn’t how you should be treated. Or anyone for that matter! You deserve a proper date. So just, maybe I can make it up to you?”
By the end of his apology, Bakugou practically gives you angry puppy eyes in an attempt to ask for forgiveness. He reminds you of an angry Pomeranian. Smiling, you tell him that you forgive him. This day is supposed to be a fun one.
“But! You’ll have to carry the books I’ll buy as a punishment. And just so you know, I always come out with two shopping bags,” you tell him.
Bakugou just grins. “Fine. They’ll probably weigh nothing for me.”
Something in the air changes. A little sniff of your nose helps you identify the change. The scent coming from the Alpha next to you is slightly peaked. You heard that when an Alpha is preening their scents get stronger. You hardly think that’s the reason. Maybe it’s just because he’s in better mood now. Whatever the reason, you find yourself agreeing with your Omega; it’s a very nice scent.
~ An hour and a half later ~
“I’ve never met someone who spends over an hour inside a bookstore!”
“I told you when we came in that it could take a while,” you reply to Bakugou’s complaints.
“You do this with nesting stuff too? You know, blankets and shit,” he asks.
In both his hands, Bakugou is carrying a bag containing close to twenty books you can add to your bookcases back at home. Even underneath the sleeves of his hoodie you can see the muscles of his arms. He’s not as bulky as Pro Heroes Deku and Red Riot, but those muscles are pretty impressive. You bet your money that those thighs could squish a watermelon. You can practically feel the water filling your Omega’s mouth. She wants nothing more than to chomp down on those delicious shoulders. And honestly, you wouldn’t mind that either.
You remember you were asked a question. “I do. How else am I gonna know I made the right choice? All of those blankets and shit, as you put it, go in my nest. I’m at my best with a perfect nest.” A confident smile forms on your face and from the corner of your eye you can see Bakugou looking at you. A small smirk creeps up on his face.
While enjoying our little banter, you both failed to notice the Alpha towards the two of you. Until he opened his mouth. “I bet I can make your nest even better, little Omega.”
The other guy stops right in front of you, completely ignoring the Alpha next to you. You’re shocked and take a step back to create some distance between you again. But the guy doesn’t let up and steps closer again.
“No, now get lost,” you firmly say. This wasn’t the first Alpha-asshole you encountered.
“Awh, why the sour face, baby? Bet I’ll be more fun than the hedgehog here.”
“Oi, asshole! She said to get lost.” The smells of pheromones of two Alphas are dominating the air. The strongest one being the creepy guy, Bakugou’s not so much. You honestly confused on that point. With an Alpha as desirable as Bakugou, you truly expected a stronger scent.
You can’t help but release your own distressed scent. The tension is getting to you. Even other people noticed and are stopping to see how this plays out.
The creep briefly looks at Bakugou before returning his attention on you. “Come on, baby. Ditch this guy and then you and I can have our fun. What do you say?”
He extends his hand to put it on our waist and before you know it, you slap his hand away and punch him in the face. He stumbles back while cupping his now bleeding nose. Screaming in pain and shouting names at you. He’s beyond pissed; punched by a fucking Omega!
The adrenaline is pumping through you and every instinct in your body is telling you to run. Hide. Find an Alpha to protect you. You’re frozen on the spot. Your mind shutting down.
That’s when you feel a hand tugging you away. Your Omega recognizes the person this scent belongs to. Caramel candy apples. Bakugou.
You don’t know where he’s taking you. Your mind still processing things. All you know is to follow. ‘Cause he’ll lead to safety. Alphas keep Omegas safe. Follow. Safety. Alpha.
By the time you get to take in your surroundings, you realize you’re in an office. An office? What are you doing here? You look around and see a wooden desk with a black leather chair. A small bookcase, a closet and a couch with coffee table. A puffy black rug is covering the wooden floor, complimenting the one black wall behind you. The other walls are a tinted orange color.
The scent hanging in this office is… comforting. Soothing. Safe. You’re safe in here.
You’re seated on the couch. Wrapped in something soft. A blanket. A big, fluffy and soft blanket. The scent is even stronger on the blanket. You slowly inhale, imprinting this delicious mix of sweetness. After a couple seconds you finally notice the man next to you. Bakugou grins as he sees your focus shifting to him.
“I take it the blanket is approved,” he jokes.
You slowly nod. This small little cocoon makes you feel less vulnerable. Just like the presence of Bakugou next to you. It feels right. “Where are we?”
“Oh yeah, fuck. We’re at my agency. This is my office.”
You’re confused. “Your office? Why? I’m sorry, I kind of… froze. Can you tell me what happened afterwards?”
The smile that spreads on his face makes you feel funny inside. “What happened?! Y/N, you punched that fucker right in his fucking face! Shithead had it coming, tho. You just beat me to it. Omega or not, you know how to fight.”
You two look at each other and burst out laughing as you think back to that glorious moment. The creep definitely didn’t see your punch coming. It feels good to know the man next to you thinks you’re a decent fighter. He seems to actually be enjoying your company. Maybe he’s one of those people that are careful with who they get comfortable with. It feels good to know he feels like he can relax a bit more around you now.
You jokingly nudge him and say: “I bet I can even take you on, you big grump.”
“Oh yeah?” His eyebrow is raised, grinning with his canines on display. “Prove it then.”
Knowing a challenge when you see one, you keep your eyes fixed on his cardinal ones and slowly lean in closer. Baring your neck to the side in submission to lure in his Alpha. Your Omega is very pleased by the motion. Just as he moves to lean in too, you throw the blanket in his face, grab his neck and shove him down on the ground. Stradling him and jabbing your elbow into his side, pressing your nails into the skin of his neck.
Smiling down at the man below you; “How’s that, Alpha?”
A short lived victory as he snarls and the two of you roll over, with Bakugou keeping you pinned underneath his weight. He may not look like it, but this man weighs a ton!
“If you’re trying to be a worthy opponent, why not call me by my first name? It’s ‘Katsuki’,” he breathes heavily atop of you.
Next to your ear you hear a low grumbling sound. Still seeing this as a playfight you laugh and reach back. Your fingers finding pressure points in his neck, making him let go of you. This gives you the chance to overpower him again and straddle him once more while holding his wrists above his head.
Victorious once again, you look down. Growling and teeth bared, the air around you growing thick. The smell surrounding you hits you like thunder. The caramelized candy apple scent overwhelming your senses. Your eyes travel down to his neck and see something you failed to notice before; gland patches. Patches to block someone’s scent from becoming too noticeable. That’s why the other Alpha smelled so much stronger. But now, now you’re drowning in it. You can pick up on rage, possessiveness and… arousal. As much as he’s growling and snarling at you, you know that he’s enjoying this too.
Chuckling at you, he cranes his neck. His face now closer to you than a moment ago. “I’m pretty sure I just got my ass handed by the most perfect Omega.” His words push through the alarm bells his instincts are sending off. His Alpha is not pleased about being pinned down. But as it takes in the Omega’s scent of peaches and hazelnuts, it can’t help but lie down and surrender itself to this tasty smelling Omega. An Omega that can fight back. An Omega that can hold him close. An Omega worthy of carrying his pups.
His Omega.
Before either can properly get out any words Bakugou has wrestled his hands free and grabs a hold of your hips while your hands pull his face closer and seal the distance between your lips. The taste of sugar coated apples is even stronger on his lips and you can’t get enough of it.
His fingers press deeply in your skin, kneading the flesh. His hips pushing upwards while holding you in place. The low rumbling sound in the back of his throat being accompanied by your mewling. You wanted more of him, your Omega needed more.
The Alpha makes his displeasure heard. You both part to breathe in fresh air. His lidded eyes are on fire and following every movement you make. Your hands slip down to his collarbones and settle on his shoulders. The path of your hands make Bakugou throw back his head. His body is pressing into yours desperately, like he has no control over it anymore. His growling increases in volume.
Through gritted teeth he manages to speak to you. “Fuck, Omega. What are you doing to me?”
Taking a leap of faith, you answer: “I don’t know. All I know right now is that I need capable Alpha to take care of me. Are you that Alpha, Katsuki?”
Before you can even blink, you’re being rolled over again. This time you’ll let him have his way. His hands are sliding their way up to your chest, grabbing the front of your shirt and tearing it apart. You try to protest, but you’re stopped by the warning growl of his Alpha. You lay back down and occupy yourself with running your fingers through his hair. Your gently massage making the Alpha let out a content sound.
Entranced by the man above you, you hardly even notice his onslaught on your clothes. And his own clothes. Getting those replaced will be a worry for later, your Omega decide. All you need to focus on right now is Katsuki. You want this Alpha to mate you and it needs to happen right now, or else your Omega just might perish on the spot.
That’s when you feel it. The hard and heavy feeling of his cock rutting itself against your core. Your body can’t help but react to it and release a good amount of slick. Katsuki’s mouth nipping along your collarbones as your bare you neck in submission. You feel his fangs graze your scent glands and you start to whimper desperately.
“Fuck, Y/N. Keep making those pretty noises,” Katsuki says.
“Yes, Alpha, yes. Just-ah shit! Just fuck me already!” you loudly exclaim.
Now who is Katsuki to deny such a nice plea from such a good Omega?
Wasting no time, he slides himself inside. The stretch making you cry out for more, deeper, more, anything he can give you. You just know you need more. Barely able to hold himself back from ramming himself inside and fucking you like you’re in a heat, he takes his time for your to fully take him in. A sigh of satisfaction leaves you both when he finally does.
Your legs wrap around his waist and try to pull him deeper in. Your fingers curl around his spikey locks and tug harshly to get him moving. Grunting, Katsuki finally complies. Being buried inside you sends him into over-drive. You feel too damn good around him. He feels too good inside you as he sets in a brutal rhythm. You’re pretty sure no other man could ever make you feel this good. No other Alpha could ever please your Omega ever again. Feeling his body slam into yours like his life depends on it is possibly the best feeling in the world. Your lungs are sending out a mix of his name, pleas for more, for him to go faster.
Katsuki can’t help it, he can’t stop himself anymore. He need to do this, he needs you, his Alpha needs to mate your Omega. Give her everything she wants and all that she’ll take. Only the best for his Omega, he will be worthy of giving her pups.
You can feel the base of his cock starting to inflate. His knot. His knot is growing. As soon as you notice, you start to claw at his back. A need filling you till the point you’re almost bursting.
“Alpha! Knot, please- Alpha, knot me- I need- Need your knot, Alpha!” you scream in desperation.
He wants to. Oh, he wants to so badly. But in the back of his mind there’s one braincell left that tells him that now is not the time nor the place. His Omega deserves better.
“You deserve better than to be knotted in my office, Y/N,” he moans, “please give me a chance to give you something better one day. I’ll be the best fucking Alpha there is!”
You love the sound of that. Something better. Somewhere in the future. A future with Katsuki. “Yes, Kastuki! Only you, you’re the only Alpha, please, I’m so cl-“
The moment he sinks his teeth into the flesh just above your collarbone, you’re send into a world of blinding lights and exploding fire. His name keeps falling from your lips. The waves of fire keep pulsing through your body.
The tight grip around him becomes too much for Katsuki. He needs to pull out or else he’ll knot you for sure. When he you keep chanting his name, he pulls out and covers you in thick, long, white streams of his cum. Covering you in his seed, marking you as his in an obscene, but beautiful way.
“Look at you, perfectly covered in my cum,” he pants.
You preen at the compliment. A content scent is released. The smell of a happily fucked Omega. Katsuki could get addicted to this smell.
With the shredded pieces of clothing he cleans you up. He pulls the blanket you discarded earlier over you both as he lies down next to you. Your tired and warm body cuddles closer to him. He drinks in your scent a you purr softly.
“What did you have the blanket for in your office?” you ask with a yawn.
Katsuki looks down at your half-asleep face. A smile forms on his lips as he gently kisses the top of your head.
“I kept it for my future mate.”
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Gimme a Ring (Ringo Starr x Reader)
Okay so there’s lowkey highkey not enough Ringo out there which is a massive disappointment and we as a community should be ashamed.
Idea for this fic came about when I was thorsting (romantically + also a little not) with @carpebeatles.
Description: You are trying on some of Ringo’s clothes like the fashionista you are, but you are caught!!
Words: 1,296
Warnings: Actually none. This is a very wholesome fic.
The rings looped around your comparatively smaller fingers. There was a large gap of space between your finger and the bottom of the ring, but not too big. You could make it work if you wanted to. Fashion is all we have, after all.
The jewels, real or otherwise, glinted in the sunshine that was streaming through the windows.
Moving in with Ringo had been so stupidly easy. You had had both adapted to each other so quickly that you never really had to the chance to properly explore and examine how the other functions domestically. For example, this was the first time you had noticed that Ringo had a larger jewelry collection than you, and just how fantastic that was.
His namesake definitely suited him.
Right now, he was building that namesake even more, working tirelessly with his band in that cramped recording studio banging away at his drum set. Some days he would come home terribly stressed and you would have to calm him down, and make him some tea to relax. Other days, he would come home euphoric, and would lift you in his arms and twirl you in the air just because he wanted to hold you.
Too bad you couldn’t really do that in public.
You set the rings down gently, organizing them by color, and cracked open the door to his closet curiously.
You’d been in here a few times because of laundry duty, but as a couple you both made a point to respect each other’s privacy. You normally did a very good job at that, but with the reality of him being gone for another month you felt like you couldn’t get enough of him in the meantime.
Of course, that was the reason why you were at home and not at work. You were meant to help him pack. Ringo was leaving on tour tomorrow.
The closet was lined with several loose silhouettes of your boyfriend, all the jackets and coats perfectly adapted to his frame. You ran your fingers across the fabric.
Oh. It was this one.
You pulled it out for old time’s sake. You’d actually met Ringo during the filming for A Hard Day’s Night, so his characteristic coat brought back certain memories.
You slipped your arms through the coat and let fall down to your knees. It was warm, and it smelled like his cologne.
It was missing something, you knew. You got on your toes and reached up to the shelf above the hangers in the closet. Your fingers prodded the different textures and folds before you landed on a pleated newsboy cap. You pulled it down and plopped it on your head.
It was slightly too big, but you didn’t mind. You propped it back a little bit to show your face.
You stepped out of the closet and looked in the mirror. You’d have to borrow his clothes more often, they really did suit you.
You returned to your ring pile and began slipping them on your fingers, careful not to drop any.
You twirled around in the mirror as you added the finishing touches to your look. When you spun around and looked at your back, you almost couldn’t tell the difference between yourself and Ringo.
You saw his back a lot.
You remembered that you would see it again tomorrow when he got on the plane for his tour.
“Well, I seem to ‘ave found me a doppelganger,” a Liverpudlian accent announced from the doorway.
You grinned and turned to look at him.
He was leaning against the door frame, clearly very tired. His hands were folded across his chest but even from here you could see the callouses on his fingers. He was smiling, which suited his face perfectly, and some of his bangs had stuck to his forehead because he was sweating in the hot studio.
He looked perfect.
“Well, I’m sorry sir, I don’t know who you are, but I am definitely Richard Starkey, otherwise known as Ringo Starr of the Beatles,” you bowed dramatically and he snorted.
“Oh, terribly sorry sir, I’d better introduce myself. I’m (f/n) (l/n), pleased to meet you,” he stretched out his hand.
“A pleasure,” you reached your more gilded hand forward and shook his hand vigorously. The rings on your hands and his clinked together metallically.
You reached to pull your hand away but he was still holding onto it, gently but firmly, examining your rings.
“You have excellent taste in rings, Mr. Starr,” he was still looking at your hands.
“Why thank you. You have excellent taste in people, (f/n),” you added. He smiled again before releasing your hand.
“Well, maybe I can convince the lads to have you replace me on tour,” he chuckled and stretched his arms out.
You could feel your smile taking more effort to maintain.
“Yeah, maybe,” you turned around and began taking the rings off. He would need to pack them.
There was a small silence as you slowly messed around with the jewelry box.
You felt someone grab your torso from behind.
“I know, I know, you don’t like ‘avin me gone,” he started, leaning his head on your shoulder a bit. You held onto his hands and sighed.
“Yes, but it’s your job. And you’re happy. And I can’t exactly say no to that.”
“You’re too good to me, y’know tha’?”
“You make it terribly easy,” you quickly turned around and kissed him on the nose, “just don’t forget to give me a ring while you’re gone, okay?”
“Yeah, speaking of Rings, look, uh,” he was fiddling around with the ones on his fingers now as he backed away from you. He did that when he was nervous.
“Is everything alright?” you asked softly.
“No, no, everything is wonderful, which is why, I guess, I wanted to, uh....” he trailed off before swallowing deeply and catching his breath. You just watched not really sure how to intervene.
“(y/n), you mean the world to me, you really do. I’m so lucky to have you, and I’m so lucky that you’ll have me. And I’m sorry that we have to live life like this, because it’s difficult, but I think I’ve realized that I want to spend the rest of this difficult life with you. So, uh,” he got down on one knee, “will you marry me when I get back?”
He fished a small box out of his pocket and held it open for you. A rather simple diamond ring flashed.
You could feel yourself tearing up as your cheeks flushed.
“Oh my goodness, yes! Yes!!!” You skipped the ring and went straight to his level on the floor, hugging him around the neck and kissing him on the lips.
He was clearly a little taken aback, but then returned the kiss once he collected himself. You’re not sure how long you were there, and you didn’t care.
When you finally left to catch your breath, you spotted Ringo’s newsboy cap on the floor and realized that it must have fallen off.
You gently backed away and picked up the hat, affectionately plopping it on Ringo’s head. You took the box from his hands and slipped the ring on your finger. It was so different from all of the other rings that he owned, and yet, it was perfect.
You felt a hand clamp down on your head and the rustling of your hair with pleated fabric. You saw the newsboy cap back on your head in the mirror.
“You wear it better,” Ringo said as you turned around yet again and kissed him deeply.
“I love you, (y/n),” you whispered in his ear, smiling a little bit.
“And I love you, Ringo,” he returned, gentle grin still on his face.
#Ringo Starr#ringo starr x reader#the beatles#the beatles x reader#the beatles imagine#John Lennon#paul mccartney#George Harrison#ringo starr imagine
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WIP Ask Game of Shame
Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it. And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
I was tagged by @themandylion which?? I'm honored?? Didn't even realize you knew I'm an author ???? <3 I'm sure you didn't realize how much effort this would take me uh
I don't know this many people end of sentence oof... @official-impravidus
Okay let's go under the cut because uh oops:
1. elope
(1.5 because I have the pdf ver separate from the editable file): it starts like this...
2. oop
3. Tim & Timmy
4. This isn't a Hallmark Movie
5. Tim likes waiting
6. Leatherpetal inspo
7. drake-queen family reunion
8. Five times Tim beat fear gas without even trying and one time he didn’t
9. RR & SB flirt RH
10. Heirs' House
11. jason comes back on tim's arm au
12. utimetraveledtoo?
13. sm snr yr dfww
14. Online classese
15. *sweatdrops* I don't have a phone dpgc
16. jaytimkon t!n "has a type"
17. jaytimkon t!n catherine!el
18. jaytimkon j!n dana!el
19. t!neal: codecracker
20. 5+1 flirtdates
21. jason parenting his bfs' clone
22. t!n[o i'm not RR]
23. transfem!Alfie
24. alfie says sex worker rights
25. sugarbaby neal (j!N)!?!
26. slitneck smmark
27. sleeze!alias!tim j!neal
28. spleenmeds t!n
29. j!n ghostvision
30. dw it's comicon
31. paperwork mix-up (t!n)
32. "i dont have the c4" "...wrong phone"
33. tiredbatdad!n
34. "oh bet?"*blows cover but wins $2 bet*
35. clickbait: hairdye prank gone wrong! i forgot i died (j!n)
36. call me catwoman and PennyOne's greatest creation
37. hhh gaysharpiearm hhhhhh
38. RH!lit!tumblr
39. trivia t!n
40. heart scars worse body scars
41. t!n's RH thirstblog
42. j!n, concussed, "you look like god did when i died"
43. dick=shocked pikachu
44. *beyonce?! voice* talia?!
45. "your grandpa gave me $12 for minecraft"
46. jason todd... ENGLISH MAJOR?!
47. Lazarus!Tim!Neal
48. "can you believe???"
49. *crashes through the window* babe you forgot your lunch *defenestrates self*
50. Alfred's fingerprints are [classified]
51: serious level 100-0
52: ...for the vine? Duh?
53: ... does death go on the medical form?
54: *john mulaney voice* to big to be a bird
55. today on totallynot-redhood's etsy account
56. [insert shared family joke here]
57. "back from the dead" "again" "agai-WHat?"
58. don't worry, I got this *rocket launcher*
59. transfem!jason!diana
60. RH, president of the protecc mozzie club
61. t!n!buzzed!flirt
62. FUCKYOUTEXAS
63. 5+1 t!n thorst
64. nocapes!jaytim!college!famreunion "you married your brother""EX brother!"
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I NEVER FINISHED MY STORY OMG. ok so i left off at being too proud to tell my friend she was right and kpop fucked hard. the difference between u and me is that i’m too good of a liar. too good. i kept up the “i hate kpop it’s cringe” facade for ALMOST TWO WHOLE YEARS, I SHIT YOU NOT. why? bc my dumb ass, extra ass, dramatic ass self thought “ok if i’m gonna have to deal with the embarrassment of admitting i’m wrong, i better do it in such an extra ass way it’ll knock ur socks off so hard that YOULL be the one embarrassed not me.” the original plan was to learn the entire choreography to bts dope, bc it’s the song that she told me to listen to and inevitably the song that got me into them, but later switched to bts fire bc i saw too many of those “choreo matches w any song” videos, and then her birthday party came up. and here’s the real kicker. her birthday is April Motherfuckin Fools. so it would be So Perfect for me to reveal my kpopism as a birthday present And a april fools prank in one. so i was Set on the Reveal being on april 1st, but the day rolls around and god that choreo is so fucking hard and i am Not a dancer. never have been. so i abandon that and go ykno what… i’ll do it Next Year. BC MY BITCHASS WAS LIKE NO THE MOMENT IS TOO PERFECT TO DO IT ON A NORMAL ASS DAY ITS GONNA BE ON APRIL FOOLS ON HER GODDAMN BIRTHDAY OR NOT AT ALL. a year rolls by, i’ve told most of our friends except her and they’re all in on it, i’d made so many subtle kpop references to her without her realising they were fully intentional and had too many scares where she almost figured me out but i lied my way out of it, and i’d given up on showing off with choreography bc i couldn’t make that shit look good. i’m not a dancer. i am, however, a rapper, and a damn good one, so i inhaled the agust d mixtape and decided i’d just rap the eminem of kpop’s anthem at her face. in korean. and change the lyrics at the end (if u haven’t listened to agust d, the bridge repeats “i’m sorry” a lot) to “i’m sorry i kept this from u for so long” and “i’m sorry i actually ult got7 not bts” (this was like the april after skz debuted ok i was holding onto got7 for dear life knowing full well skz we’re going to convert me smh) and the best part? she never saw it coming. her official present was a cd with a bunch of kpop on it but she thought it was just a personalised mixtape for her so i told her to play the first song out loud and she knew the song Instantly. it has a long intro so she was like “i guess u did listen when i recommended u this song!! i knew you’d like it since u like rap so much!!” and then i started rapping and i shit u not. she started SCREAMING. like the initial reaction was her jaw dropping and then instinctively covering her mouth but when i kept going and she realised i wasn’t fucking around she just fucking screamed like a banshee. at the end during the sorry bit i threw off my jacket to reveal a got7 shirt on the inside and she fell off her chair and started rolling around on the floor. needless to say it was every bit as satisfying as i thought it’d be LMAOOOO afterwards her ass was like “I CANT BELIEVE U HID THIS FROM ME FOR OVER A YEAR” and when i tried to explain my ego couldn’t take the “i told u so” she was like “you know i wouldn’t have made fun of you for it right? i would just be glad you’re not hating on my boys anymore” so basically i’m a big dramatic fool and she was always too good for me.
don’t mind the weird spaces here my ipad is being all fucky wucky w me rn. damn sad to hear ur sideblog experience didn’t go so well, i’d have shown u the cool side of the fandom if i knew 😤😤 leading u thru the cursed halls of kpop stan tumblr like a sketchy tour guide that’s actually 3 small raccoons stacked on top of each other like a trench coat, like “over here we have the fanfic writers that honestly need to publish a book, over here we have the gif makers that are responsible for my entire camera roll, if we take a quick swerve past the death threat anons and the twt fanwar screenshots - mind ur feet bub the 14 year olds were tryna make a grab for ur ankles - ah here’s the holy grail of shitposts, you might be here for hours, to the right we have the weird aussie side of the fandom that projects our childhoods onto chanlix but also all the members as we decide what their life in australia would’ve been like, and down there is a secret trapdoor to the blogs w endless random headcanons that will make you laugh, cry or blush depending on if the author woke up and decided to choose violence today. enjoy your Stay!” but then again i’m not so active on tumblr anymore (ngl you’ve become the highlight of my tumblr experience these days, interaction wise,) so maybe all my Local Hotspots are inactive now. i know a bunch of them are, it’s sad. “i don’t fw stan twitter for the same reason i don’t hang out in meth dens” oop. guess i’m a meth addict. no but i get u i rly do, it’s a hellhole out there, but the fact that things get shared and spread a lot easier than on tumblr and how short most things have to be (therefor keeping up w my adhd attention span without having to resort to the mental torture that is tiktok, with the added bonus of not always needing headphones.) that i just. couldn’t leave if i tried. maybe i should try being active on tumblr again but it’s a dying site in comparison.
“their music doesn’t consistently hit for me as much as skz” i’m sorry we can’t be friends anymore. what. what. you don’t dramama ramama ramama hey? you don’t feel a little jealousyyyyyy, naega anin? you don’t shoot out, shoot out, shoot out, or aremdaeun love killa love killa? you can’t be your hero du du du du du du du du du dududu? u disappoint me. literally like everyone i know who likes skz music likes mx music like it’s a rite of Passage. they’re kindred spirits, monsta x music is like skz’s music’s cool but mildly heterosexual older brother. neither of them know what a bad song is it runs in the family. and both their music runs in my VEINS. whenever i describe my music taste they’re always the first two that come to mind, skz being my number 1 bc they are my best boys but mx bc of the Flavour. pls listen to the entire the code album then get back to me 😤🙌 ok but fr ur so right they are 7 of the finest men i ever seen (yes i say 7 bc i’m including wonho cause he deserved better and i’ll die on my ot7 bullshit.) like don’t get me started on them either LOL i LITERALLY downloaded that one insta video of changkyun working out his back n arm muscles w his tattoo showing bc i needed that shit saved for Science. they could do Anything w me like frfr. yes vixx is the bdsm contract group i’m telling ya they wildin. or at least they were. it’s been years since their last comeback idk what they’re doing anymore tbh. and yeah that makes sense, savouring the hyperfixation i feel it, but also i’m so attached to skz that i never let it die. like i hyperfixate on other things and other groups but i will Always go back to skz cause they’re my homeboys. hell, they’re my home. being a predebut stay i’ve spent more time w skz than most of my actual family members at this point. but that’s just me you do u boo xx just know that if ur anything like me ur never letting go once skz it’s been my longest lasting fixation cause they hit like Nothing Else Do. ik i’ve already said that but i cannot stress it enough. they’re really special. i’m gonna stop here before i get all sappy and emotional bc i really love those boys so fucking much and i don’t drop the L bomb often. SIDE NOTE I WOULD LIKE TO SEE UR LIST OF GROUPS RANKED BY THORSt. i need to judge ur Taste. and omg cat&dog is such a guilty pleasure song bc the lyrics make me cringe so much bc while pet play can be fun they be doing it in more of an “i’m an innocent soft dogboy uwu” kinda way that just Does Not Sit Right with me. it comes back to the objectifying of asians that asians themselves don’t help in industries like these and maybe i’m looking too far into it when rly it is just wholesome n cute or maybe they are into some pet play shit idk idc i will bop to the song regardless but i will not acknowledge the lyrics nope.
YOURE RIGHT THO SKZ’S OPENNESS IS IN FACT, A BIG DEAL, i’ll grab them for u if u want but i found these twt threads of skz supporting the lgbt community and i just felt a special kind of happiness man like sure the delusional part of me likes going “haha they’re gay” bc my brain likes to imagine them as my polycule of mlm boyfriends bc sometimes thats what gives me the serotonin to get me thru the day ok don’t judge but also bc it’s nice knowing that yes i’ll never know them personally, but at least i can support them knowing they’d respect my gender identity and my pronouns, they’d respect who i choose to love, and that’s already more than the general public can say so shit, it is special! it’s special that they don’t treat being cishet like the norm - they constantly remove gender from their songs and speech entirely, they don’t assume all stays are female anymore, we don’t talk abt the babygirls incident cause we got babystays in the end outta that ok, and it’s just. so refreshing and important to me bc i can’t get that anywhere else!! like my semi ults are the boyz and while i love them very much and there’s no way all 11 of them are straight i refuse, i do get just a little bit sad whenever they she/her their fandom by default and call them their girlfriends n shit even tho i do still identify as a girl, i’m also genderfluid/nonbinary/transmasc, and i have a very love/hate relationship w my womanhood and rarely use she/her pronouns, cause it’s like, do you not see me? see us? the ones who aren’t cishet women? i mean i know kevin does bc he congratulated a fan who came out as nb but it’s just not the same as the openness we get w skz. like how do i trust cishets i could be supporting them as a queer person when in reality they’d call me a slur. what would i know, behind the screen? so it’s so good that skz go the extra mile to make it a safe space for everyone. this is already long enough i will reply to the second half of that ask in another message… tomorrow cause it’s 1am and i’m tired gn -felix bi anon
I'mma have to start putting these under a readmore so that i don't absolutely make everything who is still following me for some reason go totally fucking insane 😂
NDJDHWJJAHFNAKBSJSBFBHHDBDNAJD YOU HAVE NO IDEA THE FACES I WAS MAKING READING THIS, I WAS FUCKING CACKLING AND GASPING EVERY OTHER SENTENCE SO HARD THAT I SCARED THE CATS NDJWHSHSB the fact that you went "oh you want me to get into kpop? Give me a hot minute, and I'll give you a whole ass private concert for free" biduehsjdbd biiiiiiiiiiitch you're a fucking ICON, I stg I could NEVER 😂 (and not just because I couldn't find a tune if you gave me a printed set of Google maps directions and that I embody the steriotype that white people can't dance, like my sister kept sensing me tiktoks of the whole "dance like a white girl" trend going lmfao look it's you and eventually I was like "sis please this trend has me feeling like being white is a disability and these mothafuckers are being ableist 😭 also I could NEVER be that on beat so yall ain't even doin it right 😭😭😭😭"). Tbh if I told one of my friends (lol what friends, i got jokes) to get into Skz and they showed up at my bday and performed the entirety of I Got It I would simply shower them in money and go "aight everyone else go home, you are no longer needed, you are being laid off, your position has been eliminated, we're downsizing, the company is moving up and you're moving out, you are not qualified for this role any longer, best of luck with future endeavors" 😊
I think part of the reason I can't deal w Twitter is the exact reason I refuse to leave tumblr, in that I've been on tumblr since 2006 and twt since 2008, and tumblr literally has not changed at all, not even a little, whereas going from the early days of twt where there were no corporate sponsorships or ads and you had to manually copy and paste someone's tweet and @ them to retweet it, to how it is now, like 90% ads and showing me shit from the timelines of people I don't even fuckin follow n whatnot, it's just not enjoyable. Idk how anyone finds anything on twt, it confuses and frustrates me because I am old and have not adapted well to technology changing 😂 But arguably, the skz fanbase doesn't want me on skztwt anyways so like it works for both of us lmfaooo. I am old and cringey, and also still think of twt as stream of consciousness whereas tumblr is your teenage bedroom where you can decorate the walls with anything that interests you. I do really love the nonsensical kpoptwt shitposts tho fhshsbdjjss like it is a very specific flavor of mental instability that I enjoy immensely 😂 OH and also I initially misread part of that and thought you were saying you actually irl do meth and I was like 😳 WHAT DO I SAY TO THAT. HOW DO I HANDLE THIS. Like how do I express like "I wasn't being judgy of people who use substances cause I've been there but I was just being insensitive 😳" And then went back and reread it and was like WHEW, IM JUST AN ILLITERATE FOOL 😂😂😂😂 ejeywhdhrhjwbfbdjshdhdhd I spent like an hour bwign like "IS THE REASON WE GET ALONG BECAUSE THEY'RE ON METH???? WHAT DO I DO WITH THIS INFORMATION??????" hrhehshe I am literally a fuckin idiot it's fine
It's not that I don't fw them, it's more like... Okay so like there is no situation in which I am going to skip a skz song if it comes on shuffle. You will not ever catch me NOT in the mood to listen to Sunshine, if God's Menu comes on we are THROWIN the meager amount of booty meat I got hither and thither, I could be in the happiest mood of my life but if Ex comes on I will stop to SOB. And I'm not like that with most music, so mx just falls into the category of "there is a time and place." Idk why but it just doesn't forcibly grab hold of my heart and ass the way skz always does. I really don't WANT my skz fixation to ever end, but I know that eventually it'll stop giving me dopamine bevause my brain is my worst fucking enemy 🙃 like my arcana fixation is to date the longest running hyperfixation I've ever had, going on almost three years, and I used to not be able to spend every single second of every day thinking about Asra, but now... I just feel nothing when I look at arcana stuff. As you can probz tell by the fact that I hardly post arcana anymore 😂 So I know that eventually all my happiness will end, it always does, I can never stay just as obsessed with something as I was for long. I CANT SHARE THE LIST BECAUSE I DONT *HAVE* TASTE YET 😭 I'm basically just compiling a list of any group someone tells me I should look into, ranked by how strong the kitty purred upon googling pics of them 😂 My mom read my ass to FILTH over txt lmfao she was like "they're not that adorable. Maybe your standard for adorableness has gone down with You Know Who still on hiatus 🤔" bfjwhdhd like MOMMAAAAA THE LIBRARY IS CLOSED 😂 she attacks me any time I even hint at stanning other groups, she is a skz purist and stans skz only, unofficial Momma Stay of All Stays keeping me in check lmfao.
I feel like skz really do follow thru on their promise that they're a safe space for stays, it's nice to see that they hold space for anyone and everyone in their fanbase and do it in a really simple and elegant way, I feel. Like they never make it seem like "okay here are the fans and here are the token weirdos that were only recognizing to make a buck off of them" the way a lot of artists make it feel like 😑 like they don't go out of their way to act like it's some revolutionary act to do the bare minimum of not shitting on certain parts of the fandom, if that makes sense. They feel very "yeah, of course we love all our stays, this is a welcoming space for literally anyone, that's how it should be, that should be normal," instead of like "Hi fans we love you 😊 and special shoutout to you ell gee bee tee folk, make sure to buy my rainbow merch after the show!!!" you know? Like, they're the friends who would never make you feel weird or different for some shit, the friends that take the attention off you if something they know ur sensitive about comes up, instead of weirdly snapping at whoever brought the unfomfy thing up which ruins the mood and makes you feel tiwce as bad, yk? They just give off this vibe that they, and the space they create with their music, is just a genuine and chill place to be and hang out and relax and bond. I feel like they'd be the friend group that is so goofy and sweet and silly and accepting and lovely and always makes you feel loved and excited to be alive 🥺 They are all good noodles 🥺🥺🥺
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You know how you have the others using Eboy as they please, what about Eboy doing that to Eric? Making him his little toy?
im glad this blog is still THORST for eric uwu its cute,,,also sorry its being uploaded so late i got distracted by discord sfjksjdnfkjsdngk ~mod ghostie (also to avoid confusion, eboy ma/////rk will be using the name ‘Marc’ uwu)
tw // daddy kink
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The dark bedroom they were in was good enough cover from the other egos running about downstairs. Black on black sheets, dimly lit with red string lights along the roof. Soft muffled music of some sort playing from Marc’s speakers -- it was the least he could do to help set the mood.
Marc could feel the ego under him squirm, each touch he runs up Eric’s heated skin only fuels his cockiness. Groaning as he kisses and bites at the sensitive spots along Eric’s neck, practically feeling on top of the world as the marks he leaves behind make Eric shudder and moan.
“You vanillas are always so fuckin’ needy,” Marc breathlessly laughs. His fingers cold as he hooks them into Eric’s belt loops. Slowly helping the other shuffle out of his jeans and briefs, “it’s cute, I’m barely doing anything and you’re already hard. Do I get you that excited, huh?”
“M-Marc, I...P-Please...” Eric bit his lip, his arm reaching up to hide his teary eyes from the other. He could feel how flushed and hot his face was -- hell, he was sure even in the dark Marc could make out his deep red blush. See his hips bucking up for any contact, squirming about to...just be touched.
Be pinned down and fucked.
Be made into nothing but a toy for the other.
That was, until Marc reached up, pushing his arm away to stare straight into his eyes. His hands moving from his waist to his wrists. Pinning Eric down with ease, such a fragile little thing he is.
“Nope,” he laughs again, “I ain’t doing nothing until you tell Daddy what you want.”
Just like that, just a few words said in that deep commanding tone of Marc’s was enough. A soft pathetic whine breaking from Eric’s lips as he looks up through his skewed glasses. Pure arousal pumping through his body as he bucks up once more. Desperate for touch.
“I...I...w-want...” Eric arches up slowly. Marc’s chain around his neck clanking gently, suddenly over aware of how naked he was compared to Marc. His long sleeved shirt and black briefs still on, Eric...completely naked...
“Say for Daddy,” Marc encourages. God, it was so much fun to tease Eric. From his loud heartbeats to his whines, to his face red with embarrassment, Eric was and will always be his most favorite toy. “Be a good boy for Daddy, tell me what you want Daddy to do to you tonight...”
Another pathetic whine, a thrust of his hips as Marc let get of one wrist, trailing down his body, before gently taking hold of Eric’s smaller cock. Pumping gently, his smirk never leaving as Eric finally cracks.
“I w-want to be...u-used, and...roughed up...and pinned down...do w-whatever you want,just l-let me cum--!”
Soon, Eric is silenced. Marc kissing him deep, releasing his wrist to hold his chin in place. Open mouthed kisses, his tongue exploring Eric’s mouth with eagerness as he continues to slowly jerk him off. Hearing him practically beg to be fucked over was the icing on the cake.
“Good little toy, Daddy’s favorite fucktoy,” Marc breaks the kiss. Panting heavily as he moves back. The bed giving a soft creak with his movements, his eyes dark as he looks over Eric’s nude body. His hand pulling away from his leaking cock. A hungry dark look in his eyes as Eric gives in.
“Let’s get started then...” Marc huffs. Licking his fingers clean of Eric’s precum.
Eric replies with a soft whimper.
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Their foreplay was a complete contrast to now.
Eric’s left hand holds on tight to the black bed sheets under him, the other holding on to the black pillow behind his head. His glasses cloudy, just barely being able to see Marc above him.
Holding his legs back, keeping him nice and spread wide, fucking into him deep and fast. The chains around his neck clanking together with his efforts, his hips thrusting as fast as he could go. Biting his lip at the tight heat of Eric’s body.
God, was he amazing like this. Yelling out for more, yelling out for faster, his name practically a prayer on his lips as he called out for him over and over. His thighs trembling as he continued to fuck hard into Eric, practically using him as a toy and nothing more.
Each harsh thrust in made Eric cry out more. Pleasure building inside him, his body hot to the touch, his cock throbbing with each movement, dribbling precum along his stomach. All he can do is take it, eyes rolling back, arousal the only thing on his mind as he arches up.
“D-Daddy, more! Please, f-fuck, more!”
“Fuck yeah,” Marc growls, his grip tightening on Eric’s thighs, “Daddy’s good little fucktoy, gonna make you cum on my dick, don’t you like feeling me fuck you so fast,” he thrusts in, deep, hitting Eric’s sweet spot dead on, “and deep?” he thrusts back in, holding Eric tighter as he cries out. Head falling back into the pillow, arching up tight for a better angle.
“F-Feel so good, Daddy, feel so f-fucking good!”
“I bet you do, such a pretty little toy like you needs to be pounded into,” Marc feels the adrenaline kicking in, his eyes half lidded, biting his lip, his hips never stopping their pace as his cock continues to fuck deep into Eric, “Daddy’s gonna make you’re screaming out his name for every-fucking-one to hear like the good little fucktoy I know you are, right, Eric?” he chuckles. God, Eric’s so tight around him, so hot, so fucking loud -- all for him to enjoy.
“Yes! F-Fuck, yes, Daddy--!”
“Jerk yourself off for me, c’mon Eric, be a good boy for Daddy.”
Eric obeys without another second to spare, his hand reaching down to jerk his cock. Stroking himself fast, keeping himself arched up to feel Marc’s cock continue to hit his sweet spot over and over. Nothing filling the room except for their fast paced drawn out moans and begs for one another.
Finally happy, drooling as his mouth hangs open -- feeling his own orgasm soon approaching, to be used as nothing but a good little toy for Marc to use.
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“God damn it.”
“Hmm? What’s up?” Bim looks up from his phone, taking out an earbud. He and Host decided to use a spare meeting room to relax during a break from their usual meeting with the others.Not sure how much longer they could take Dark and Ed arguing over the ethics of baby selling.
Soon cringing as soon as he heard what Host was hearing. Seeming from above them -- where everyone’s separate rooms were. Loud moans, someone screaming someone’s name, ‘Daddy’ thrown in here and there. Bim’s pretty sure he heard someone yell “good little fucktoy”.
“...Is that the new guy? The erm, emo...edgelord...TikTok guy?”
“He looks over with an unspoken look, saying more about his disgust than words could. Yes, it’s Marc. Yet again deflowering another ego.” Host closes his book.
“Yeesh, wasn’t he just with like, Wilford this morning and Bing at lunch? It’s barely fucking 4 o’clock!”
“Host shudders. Marc has been here 2 days and has already made his way around the office twice. The horrors I have heard while he and the others make love...It’s what the younger generation would say, ‘yikes, sis.’”
“...Host, never say that again.”
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The THORST is rising 😂 On the other hand, i also don't feel prepared at all to draw that kind of stuff (anatomy is hard c':). Yet... i kinda wanna challenge myself and jump straight into it! (i also want to see the reactions lol) So... should i actually do it? (Should i draw certain glitchy goblin shirtless?? ¯v¯'')
Yeah. People is weirdly attracted by villain characters....That’s up to you, man! X’DDon’t rely on ME over these decisions!...All what I can tell you, is that if you wanna try to do it, go for it.To be honest, if you wanna practice on anatomy this might be one way to do it I guess...Either this, or like...Copying actual pics from anatomy books.This is how we were used to do at school.
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Ask meme - every todoroki :eyes:
lmao BET
(this is super big huge I’m so sorry askdfjsh)
Shouto
NOTP
I don’t?? really think I have one. I’m pretty alright w/ all shouto ships tbh.
BROTP
todomomo. I get the ships but I kinda see em as them Good Supportive Friends that are just close enough that everyone Thinks They’re Dating n cannot believe they’re not but like. they never would. (am I projecting my best friendship onto shouto?? Maybe. fuck off.)
OTP
rn?? enjishouto lmao. I love love enjishouto man,, favorite child lovin,,,,
second choice
I ~guessss~ todobaku?? but tbh I’m not all that into most shouto ships. like we neutral most days. we just stay lovin bakugou + denying they’re friends???? so cute man,,
tied though is reishouto bc mommy kink. I won’t sit here and lie to you I just love gentle mommy kink sm
fluffy pairing
cliche fan fave - tododeku. we love a pair of supportive boyfs. I still do like seeing some tododeku art sometimes cause it makes our heart warm
angsty pairing
enjishouto again - I play things for angst so fuckin much dude,, if I can’t play my otp for angst then it probably isn’t gonna stick.
poly ship
can I say like. natsu/fuyu/enji/shouto. cause siblings that thirst over their hot dad together stay together
however hawks/enji/shouto is an incredibly tasty rarepair. there’s only one fic for it on ao3 but it’s So dang good,,
weirdest pairing
I guess still enjishouto!! I have a very small amount of ships for the boy, man,,
Fuyumi
NOTP
n/a once again. every fuyumi ship I’ve seen to date or conjure up from crack shipping is cute bc she’s cute. I love seeing her in general.
BROTP
lowkey?? fuyuhawks. I can see them being excellent friends. I know romance takes are also good but. consider this: them chillin and acting goofy.
OTP
fuyunatsu. no question. it was my v first fuyumi ship and I will go down with it. (more explanation below)
second choice
fuyumi/miruko is really good!! maybe that’s just me being all ‘lesbians good’ @ the few fics n art pieces I’ve seen but Still.
fluffy pairing
reiyumi. we Love a girl n her mom huggin tight n kissing softly.
angsty pairing
fuyuenji. I’ve seen such good angst w/ these two man,, makes my heart heart Good ya feel?? them sad n guilty daddy’s girl feels Get Me
poly ship
sibling thorst: the ship (fuyu/natsu/enji/shouto)
weirdest pairing
if I was to make up a weird pairing,,,, bakuyumi. they interact Once but I like ships that are basically ‘we cook and it’s romantic’ (read: natsuki from ddlc anyone?). it’s a lil crack shippy and I’ve never ever seen any material for it, but wouldn’t it be cute to have bakugou cook w/ a cute older woman n have a cute romantic time while he’s all tsundere?? sighs wistfully,,
Natsuo
NOTP
hmm,, I’m honestly thinking I should take this option out. I really do think it cute to think the whole ass todofam w/ Anybody you know??
BROTP
natsushouto. like wow great job viv takin it Literally but as we don’t know much about natsu’s college life, I can’t exactly elect a best friend or nothin, and I Really love the concept of natsu and shouto acting like regular sibs. fighting n competing but hyping each other up, ya know?? sighs wistfully,, I actually really love brotherly dynamics a lot. like shipping em is usually my first thought but I also just???? like seeing em play around n be normal sometimes lmao. is that weird?? that it makes me happy?? idk.
OTP
fuyunatsu!! I love the concept of them constantly being there for each other, plus childish curiosity?? if you got sibs you know what that shit’s like. “you wanna try kissing??”
like listen not to be gross about it either but like. Puberty w/ that like entirety of the house to themselves. you can not tell me horny things never happened.
second choice
enjinatsu has Mad potential. I don’t get to see a lot of content for them but they make my heart happy. love the idea of both them being sweet to each other slowly in a path to forgiveness dotted with confessions and soft embraces,,,, or of course guilty dad thirst. both are Tasty
fluffy pairing
fuyunatsu is Cute. listen I want em to cuddle and support each other though they’re so different. like foils, ya know?? I am very weak for natsu having a weakness for fuyumi’s gentleness (though that could be said for the whole todofam. stan fuyumi)
angsty pairing
hmm,, I guess that’d be enjinatsu?? path to forgiveness enjinatsuo I can see being v feelsy and Tasty.
poly ship
sibling thorst Again.
weirdest pairing
man I don’t think any of these could be counted as Not weird. enjinatsu maybe?? as their dynamic is rather complicated n versatile + parent/child. I think the Least weird ship I’ve ever considered w/ him though would be natsuhawks, but I’ve not seen a lot of material for them nor do I have any ideas for dynamics. they just look nice together.
Touya (dabi)
NOTP
okay I’ll be real w/ you I lied I do have One notp and it’s dabihawks (hotwings). it’s. it’s okay, I’ll admit, but it kinda squicks me out in canon verses. like, reverse aus, genderswap aus, most aus really that slightly shift the dynamic, I’m good w/ dabihawks, but Not In Canon or any approximations of it.
(big rant on why, feel free to skip)
I guess antis just kinda fucked it up for me?? I was kinda neutral when it first was proposed, ya know like ‘oh that’s cute!! not for me but more power to ya!!’ but then dabihawks shippers started getting in hawksdeavor shippers’ faces n giving the usual arguments against age gap ships (as if a villain/hero ship was so uwu pure n unproblematic), and then there came the ‘hawks will betray the heroes and become a villain for dabi’ theories from them and it just. that was 2018 and it Still makes me uncomfortable to think about.
I very much enjoyed hawks’ double agent thing!! but I knew an infiltration mission would end with betrayal from the beginning and that’s what I liked about it. him doing the absolute Most for the heroes even if it feels scummy to do so. I was Devastated for a moment when I saw hawks’ first meetup w/ dabi and it looked like he might be spying for them, but then we were quickly assured that it was a ploy and I was like Oh My God Thank God I Near Had A Heart Attack. but other people, the loudest group being dabihawks shippers, were dissatisfied with this and wanted canon to take a different direction and I Dunno Man, I just had very strong emotions about that and still do.
I love hero hawks in all his double agent endeavor fanboy glory and people wanting to take it a different direction in canon felt like a blatant kind of???? idk defacing of character almost, even though that’s a mega mega mega dramatic way to put it loL don’t ask me why I got such strong feelins about it I couldn’t explain it if I wanted. I’d love to go back to being chill about it I really really would.
BROTP
idk, I think I might not???? have one for him. he seems kinda all or nothing to me, very intense w/ his emotions. if I was to Name one off the top of my head, maybe maybe togadabi, but even then I’m kinda hm on it.
OTP
first and favorite dabi ship is 1000% shigadabi. not even in most canon settings; I just like them chilling and being lovey (and going on large scale crime dates).
second choice
probably shoutodabi?? not Big on most dabi ships but love that older bro angst.
fluffy pairing
shigadabi bby!! if I wanna imagine dabi soft ever then shigadabi is a Lovely escape, canon absolutely notwithstanding.
natsutouya is also a good one to imagine, what w/ the image of them cuddling making my heart Warm
angsty pairing
shoutodabi. I saw this one reunion fic of them and I had So Many Emotions oh my god.
dabihaul is also a good candidate, though it’s less Angst more hurt little comfort. (not to mention I don’t ship it much myself lol a friend sold me on their interp) it’s not very emotional as I like my angst, more just got them whump aesthetics.
poly ship
good question. I’ve highkey not thought about it smH - maybe if I just,,,, *takes shoutodabi n shigadabi n smooshes them together*
idek how that’d work as a dynamic dude I Don’t KnoW LMAO
weirdest pairing
I guess enjidabi?? I think about it from time to time but I dunno how the dynamic would work but. very angsty whatever it is. lots of apology sexy times in my mind’s eye.
Rei
NOTP
n/a - rei is definitely one I will take any ship for.
BROTP
enjirei - I’m doing this out of order so I wrote the explanation on enji’s lmaO see below for details
OTP
oh man otp???? good question,, I’m a v big fan of reishouto tho. gentle mom lovin,,
second choice
rei/inko is also a good one!! something I still think is very cute from my early days in the fandom. just a couple of moms supporting each other and going on cute park dates,,
fluffy pairing
rei/inko is def the fluffiest. however, it can be argued that rei/anybody has good fluff material. rei is so,,,, ethereal lookin???? she looks like a flower or a ghost,, like breeze rustling sheer curtains in an empty sun lit room. gentle on the eyes but hella poignant. I can imagine her bein soft w/ everyone n everyone.
angsty pairing
reitouya. For Sure. rei taking care of her lost eldest who’s finally come home, ya know???? Sobs,,,,,,,, I don’t see shippy content of them ever but reunion fics/art Get Me
poly ship
this one might be a little weird, but inko/rei/mitsuki. I’ve only seen material for it Once but in my head it’s taking the cute mom ships of inko/rei and inko/mitsuki to make the Ultimate Supportive Mom Ship. and maybe masaru is there too supporting this bc I think he’s really good tbh I don’t want him sad or lonely.
weirdest pairing
uhhhhhh,,, idk man probably polyship is the only “Weird”/super rare one. mitsuki ain’t exactly gentle mom:tm: after all, but I think her spice goes well w/ it all, ya know?? inko n rei being gentle and mitsuki being the hype who arranges more fun dates n such for them to all take a cuddle pile nap afterwards,, and you know she’s the hype woman for the trio.
Enji
NOTP
never met an enji ship I didn’t like tbh. they’re all good and I will fight on that.
BROTP
highkey?? enjirei. I ship em romantically sometimes, but I really like the idea of them divorced and getting other lovers but supporting each other fullheartedly. love that solidarity. like shit I could see them still living together n such but they just. drop the husband/wife shtick and support each other like friends.
OTP
enjishouto!! y’all been knew.
second choice
hawksdeavor is a longstanding fave. we love that fanboy/idol dynamic sm,,
fluffy pairing
oh jeez fluffy,, maybe enji/burnin?? I can see her being very energetic n supportive and being rewarded w/ soft forehead kisses. soft boss crush even if it’s one sided.
angsty pairing
both enjishouto and hawksdeavor provide Wonderful angst. the flavor is Immaculate y’all should try it.
poly ship
enji/the rest of the todofam/hawks/happiness. pls lma o
I am very much an enjibowl enthusiast, can y’all tell?? I just want him Smothered in love sometimes.
weirdest pairing
hmm,, enji/tsukauchi. I saw a doujin for it once and it was Lovely. an absolute crackship, but I love the hero/detective dynamic of toshinori/tsukauchi, but toshinori just doesn’t give it enough Spice in most interps I see. now enji being tsun n aggressive + level headed detective tsukauchi,, that was a tasty doujin for sure.
#warning w/ new tumblr: clicking the read more will make it unfold On Your Dash#open the permalink in a new tab to read it w/o clogging shit up on your dash
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things my family has said pt. 2
*Queen voice* MAYONNAISE oooOOOoooo
a bible themed restaurant with the forbidden theme on the menu, but the staff kicks you out when you order it.
“this lime is making my mouth water.” - “It’s making everyone’s mouth water.” - “mine’s not.” - “because you’re dead inside.”
don’t hold her hand! KISS HER FACE!
we’ll make them sit across from each other like game of thrones.
“why do you care?!” - “because i have to look at you!”
HOLSTER YOUR GUNS, WOMAN.
thirty seconds of “what the hell”? it has to be perfume.
it’s not just sparks and boom, it’s oxidation.
you can’t swag when evil’s about. it’s biblical.
“what’s it like up there, gloria?” - “where, on the hill of self respect?”
drink, drink, drink, drink, I THORST.
leaving the door open is the worst mistake any stormtrooper can make because...it could let in a mandalorian!
can’t we just make a deal with mexico where they give us produce and we give a certain amount of people citizenship a year?
“I hate these little forks, they make me feel like a giant.” - “I thought you felt that way everytime you went to the bathroom.” - “wait what?” - “IT’S A DICK JOKE.”
you’d have to have a soul in order to sell it.
too much work, not enough die.
i can’t hear you over the swapping of cooties.
“do you even hear yourself?” - “no, because i have my head up my ass.”
what kind of world is this? the dog is more privileged than I am, and I’m white!
*holding up dandruff* behold! a brain scalp!
it’s like having a baby in your knee.
gravity is a law and i obey the law.
“will you stop having anxiety? it’s making me have anxiety watching you.” - “my anxiety runeth over.”
if anything, you need a man just to remember your starbucks order.
you can tell he’s a dad. he just bought energy drinks, skittles, and diapers.
gold-digging hoes are the lowest level of hoes on the planet.
a matzah a day keeps the plagues away!
avocadoes: nature’s butter.
the verse, the whole verse, and nothing but the verse, so help you verse.
i’m going to offer you a piece of advice and I urge you to take it: shut up.
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Can you write that about Cyc teasing his so? Thorst
I can tell you that he loves nothing more than to walk into his berth room after his shift and just go to town eating them out
he’s definitely a “draws out foreplay” kind of mech and saves filling you up to the very end when he’s worn out
lingerie or any type of “prep work” is never lost on him bc he’s hard pressed to even try removing your clothing when he can just tease you through it
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Ketchup Saga
@warrioroflondonbelow
“This looks like the island from Jurassic Park” *off tune singing the theme song*
“mmmm fuck yes” *when Cillian has his Irish accent*
“This woman looks like a Kate”
“I don’t care if he’s a murderer, He’s a nine man!”
“That is a serial killer house if I ever saw one. The Sin Shack”
*Aggressivly chef’s kissing*
“That is a sad jumper”
“When he’s running he has raptor hands”
*Sings the Goosebumps theme*
“He’s so cute he just wants his Fucking biscuits!”
“Just Cillian Murphy’s raptor hands*
“He’s wearing the sad jumper. Whats wrong boy?”
“He’s wearing a jumper and his arms are showing. Oh my goodness.”
“Why is he sorry?!”
“It’s my first and my second husband meeting” *ees Jamie Bell
*snorts at my your mum jokes*
“My first husband has a gyn”
*both rambling
*right into microphone* “hELLO?!”
“When you see the booty!” *as Jamie falls over*
“My first husband was an idiot as you can see”
“Can we keep Cillian even if he has Rabies?”
“he’s flexing the Gore-Tex”
“Where is he going? is that an inflatable pool? Does he want to swim?”
*Chris is turned on by her first husband choking her second husband*
“They brought boardgames how nice.”
“Hey Jamie can you please wipe off your blood off your face.”
“Why are there candles? Who needs that many candles.”
*mocking me* “Is this a small town in Australia? Cause Yeeaaaaas!”
“This is his Hobby, boarding up windows.”
*Chris thorsts over jumpers*
“This sounds like Corona. I’m telling you.”
“He can help with the hello kitty inflatable pool”
“That’s how the movie ends, axe to the face.”
“My husband thows axes. Now you know why I had to divorce him, he was too much.”
“This is the sin shack.”
*both goes “whaaaaar? Noooooo” from The Happening.”
“He’s a sweet puppy boy, who will probably die but we still love him.”
“What the fuck why did he give him the gun.”
“Our mums would band together. Mine with the slipper and yours would yell.”
“Oh I forgot how good his arms are” *Jamies arm*
“Let me see my sweet boy”
“AWWWW!”
“Whar are those tattoos?!”
“Its fake,
*both shout HE STOLE HIS SHIRT AT THE SAME TIME!”
“I thought he was gonna shoot the carrots like POW POW!”
*Both shout OH NOOOOO when Cillian cries*
*Chris laughs at my childhood trauma*
“Hes rude, no manners, misogynistic. We don’t like this.”
“Don’t put your gun in your pussy pocket.”
“THEY ARE GOING TO FUQ!”
*Both quoting The Shining*
*Rambling while I scream*
“FUCK NOOOOO!”
“Fuck you Jamie! And your fucking elf ears”
“Is he a doomdays prepper”
*Both shouting Spahettiiiiiiii*
*singing a Spanish Christmas song*
“He’s dead on a fucking rock” *sings*
“LOOK AT THOSE ARMS. AH! FUCK!”
*both singing Feliz Navidad really loudly*
*both screaming*
*Chris laughing at my singing*
*microphone cracks and her voice becomes demonic*
“Those asthma sounds is me when I see him”
“The turns and tabled”
“Why don’t he just shoot him?”
“THEA WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING!”
“I wanna see him die”
“EW IT’S BITS!”
“It’s still gross”
“Oh the carrot is dead.”
“It’s the ketchup saga!”
“he’s a strong boy he's gonna live” *denies me when I say he’s gonna die”
“Oh there he is. oh fuck! oh fuck! no!”
*Both screaming NO! NO! AS HE DIES*
“Oh no! it’s flying everywhere! NO NO NO NO NO NO!”
*Chris is confused while I scream put him out of his misery”
“Come on shoot him, shoot my first husband. Nasty elf boy”
“Here. Listen to my soundcloud.”
*mumbles into the microphone*
"Dobby was surrounded by friends.”
*sees Cillian’s body in a wheelbarrow* “Me being taken home after too much to drink*
“Oh great! That was sad”
“Imagine being Cillian in a wheelbarrow just pretending to be dead”
“Told you he was a good boy!”
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I have more bnha ocs than I’ve posted here so here’s them UwU
there’s 4 under the cut
also don’t mind like spelling errors honestly this is sorta for me to reference
Rianah Taylor
We dont need to talk ab her here she gets enough spotlight
Vivi Nishiro
Quirk: cat… you already know she’s a neko girl
She can do what ever a cat can pretty much. Above average athletics, very dexterous, her nails are sharp, canine teeth are sharp, above average sense of smell, hearing and night vision.
She just goes to a normal high school
Also this is a bad ref it was mostly experimental in a n u m b e r of ways
HEADCANNONS
- she is a RAT
- she is very mischievous and snappy
-very impulsive
- she doesnt have a plan for her life and doesnt know what she wants to do after high school
-really just trying to have fun day by day
-is pretty protective of her friends because she always feels like she doesnt deserve them with how much of a rat she is so doesnt want anything bad to happen to them ever
-more on that shes insecure about if shes annoying the people she likes and will accidentally push them away
-a little clingy ad a result
-will deny the fact though
-that only applies to her loved ones though if she doesnt know you she will be a r a t
-enjoys hanging around people she deems interesting and she is actually quite picky when it comes to who she likes
-however she really likes wandering and just seeing sights and people watching
-of COURSE shes naturally curious and despite her disinterest in school she quite likes learning new things
-probably likes true crime stuff
Naruki Hinana
Quirk: Reverential touch
If she touches someone they respect and treat her as if she’s royalty even if she tells them its her quirk making them respect her so. Over use makes her become listless sleepy and disoriented
She goes to a normal highschool but tried out for a couple hero schools (not UA she didnt expect to get in)
Only picture i have of her is with Vivi but I like this one for both of them sooo
HEADCANNONS
-shes also quite mischievous and her and vivi het into quite a bit of trouble together
-shes normally pretty neutral and just :/
-shes actually really funny though she just has a natural :/ face
-fairly popular for being funny but some people in her school jusy dont like her because of her popularity
-think she only has so many friends because she used her quirk on them (false btw)
-her family is like upper middle class and shes been on some cool vacations
-naturally smart and doesnt need to study as long as shes present for class
-def has a social media following
-likes to mess around and use her quirk on strangers and people she doesnt like
-probably likes painting or smn as a hobby
Kaede Nakamura
Quirk: Mending light
Her palms emit a light that can heal physical wounds and over exertion can cause a burning sensation and hand cramps. She’s also able to jump fairly well and run faster than the average person due to a minor quirk inherited from her dad.
She’s a first year in the support course.
Also she has a boyfriend i dont rmbr his name (these r old ocs but theyre getting revived) but he belongs to godriene on insta
(I dont have a very recent ref for her but i did draw and color a sketch so heres that)
HEADCANNONS
-Her quirk can take some time to fully heal but she can just partly heal a wound and move onto sonething else in a shorter amount if time
-Shes not super easily flustered because she can be a bit dense
-Very nurturing type like if she sees someone being like bullied shed be too scared to confront the bully but she would extra nice to the victum and help them however she can aka b a b y
-She’s the type to really like to make people laugh specifically her s/o cause she loves that smile
-Probably just likes to make people happy in general she may or may not have father issues
-With an s/o she might be a bit more protective she would get upset when they get hurt but she is extra caring like You thorst ? Of course you thorst here’s a pitcher of v i t a m i n w a t e r
-Shes that kid that sees the best in like everyone and honestly just wantes to improve the world for everyone else
-Doesnt consider herself alot but if someones being unreasonable she will stand up for herself
-Arguments actually kinda scare her
-She’s close to her mom and recovery girl is like another a grandma
-Shes spends her free time except for lunch helping recovery girl in the clinic running errands for her and helping her with what ever she needs since recovery girl is a bit of an inspiration to kaede
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GROUP PHOTOOOOO
I drew a group pic of them for a fantasy au oc event so heres those
..
AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST
MY D O G
Seiichi Takagi
Quirk: Hell hounds
(Ill let da picture explain)
Right now hes a villain
So yeah my dog has a BUNCH OF DOGS (also second pic was also for the fantasy au oc thingy on insta)
HEADCANNONS
-hes not well known and prefers it that way
-he has a group of other villains that he works with
-its more just like a bit of organized crime than the league of villains type beat
-he really likes animals and will try to hide the whole villain thingy some times and volunteer at an animal shelter
-that being said my dog has beat up many people bad man i swear
-he doesnt so much as hate all heros but if one gets in his way that sucks for them
-he likes being able to do what ever he wants by just ignoring laws so often times he just acts on his own agenda
-sometimes act sort of like a vigilante
-he considered being a hero but simply didnt wanna follow all those rules
-so now he hurts people just cause
-if he were to fall for anyone it would probably be someone really pure and soft but not a complete baby that needs to be watched all the time
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Thats it
Thats them
Thank you this was a waste of both our time
ÚwÙ
#this took a while ngl#bnha#bnha oc#boku no hero Academia oc#boku no hero Academia#mha#mha oc#bnha fanart#digital art#catpawocs#ViviNishiro#KaedeNakamura#NarukiHinana
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Romance Novels
(A/N: I did not anticipate the love I got on the last one, thank you, kids. I’ll be tagging the sweet boys that asked to be tagged. Comment or reblog if you want me to tag you in the next one I guess?? Fanfic is so confusing, I’m trying to learn. Help your grandfather.)
This is technically a sequel to this but can totally be read on its own.
Word Count: 1k+
Connor RK 800 x Gender Neutral Reader
With a hard slam, your assortment of paperback books lands on your work desk. Even though the work day has only just started, your colleagues have had enough of your shit already and give you none of the attention you demand.
Except for the one that matters.
Surprisingly, Hank showed up earlier than you, which in itself is an offensive statement but considering on your way in he was mumbling “stupid androids breaking stupid windows running on fucking windows.” Means that you don’t have to give the old man credit. So you wouldn’t.
With this early time and Connor getting coffee for Hungover Hank, you have the perfect audience you need.
“Hank, you won’t believe the night I had.” With that being the first time you spoke today, there’s far more exasperation in your voice than expected, but it fits.
Hank slowly blinks, and without hesitation exposes you to people that are not bothering to listen.
“Well, sometime past fucking midnight you left me a drunk voicemail screaming about how much you hate video mail because,” Doing air quotes and the worst impression of you possible, “’I am so fucking ugly, Hank, and the future expects me to just? Get hotter? For the better of humanity? I think the fuck not.’ And how excited you were about my ‘new dog’, so I have some guesses.”
You pause, you are still excited about your books and discoveries, but honestly drunk you brought up some excellent points you never thought of. That and though you hate to admit it, you forgot about this drunken voicemail and are extremely scared of checking your call history now.
You breathe, “Okay, you’re somewhat close but not at all.”
Hank rubs his eyes in preparation, “Do I want to know?”
“Oh, you definitely want to hear none of the things I’m about to say but I’m not giving you that choice.” With your superior, younger, athletic skill, you grab Hank’s earphones and toss them under your desk. Now that you stand in the middle of the bullpen, you can’t help but walk and talk like your Sherlock, gesturing your hands wildly.
“So last night I was thinking about Connor, our new ally--”
“And how your first introduction to state of the art tech was by throwing yourself onto his table and screaming?”
You do a 180 twist, making you feel a little cooler, something you need after that statement. “Good guess but no, Fridays are ‘getting emotional over personal blunders’ nights, Wednesday nights are me time. And during this me time I thought about our new cool android friend. What do androids’ like? Is he actually programmed to like heavy metal? I had to know, so I went to what I assume is the only paper bookstore left in Detroit and bought everything I could find on androids.”
Hank opens and closes his mouth trying to find the right words, “I’m trying to find where this leads to drinking.”
Pointing at him and doing a voice reminiscent of an 80s’ show host, you yell out as you walk back to your desk with unbreaking eye contact, “Like the detective you are, reverse engineering! Well, I’ll answer your burning questions.”
Picking up the top stack of books from your desk you walk over to Hank’s and slam the books onto his desk.
“Hank, I hit a fucking goldmine.” Slowly craning your head downwards, you hold unbreaking level eye contact with the lieutenant.
“Based on your standards, I’m a little frightened about what that might mean,”
“Human. Android. Romance. Novels.”
“OH GOD! Come on man--no--what?”
“That’s what I said halfway through my second bottle of wine, it’s been a goddamn journey, Hank.”
Hank rubbed his face in emotional anguish, “Why would you buy those?”
“Because if I didn’t no one else would! They were a small, niche, bottom shelf squadron and they needed to be in my home. It was a horrifying destiny.”
“What needed to be in your home, detective? Did you get a dog? I like dogs.”
You choke.
This beautiful, fish-eyed, two coffee holding piece of tech would kill you.
You were not going to tell your first and only android friend that you were reading android porn last night.
“They bought android porn.”
You twist back to the smug face of Hank, who enjoys, apparently, seeing the death in your eyes and the red slowly jumping further and further up your skin.
You put your hands up in defence as if trying to calm a rabid dog when in reality it was just a very confused robot holding coffees.
“It’s so much better than you think--”
He squints, “The... porn?”
“NO! And listen it wasn’t even porn there was like hundreds of pages before it got juicy- There was so much foreplay to the foreplay.” You defend.
“You’re not really building yourself a great case here,” Hank said offhandedly, you flip him the bird.
You put your hands down and sigh, looking at your feet, “See, I wanted to get to know androids better so that I could accommodate you--”
“Accommodate me?” Connor tilts his head in confusion, his indicator blinking and spinning in a vibrant yellow.
“Well yeah, you’re the only android here that’s working in the bullpen. It must be a little uncomfortable to be the Lonewolf and with Gavin calling you a ‘tin can’--”
“SUCK A DICK!” Gavin yells from across the bullpen.
You turn your head quickly, “No need to yell your daily goals, sweetie!” You turn back to the neutral robot.
“--so I wanted you to feel more... At home?” You hesitate with each sentence, not knowing exactly what to say.
“Detective, that is kind of you, but I cannot feel discomfort--” You interrupt him with clenched fists.
“Yeah, that’s what the books said. I didn’t really like that approach though, so I moved on to the romance novels, they were less accurate in many ways, but better.” You look up, fists unclenched and smile brightly.
“It’s not like it matters anyway, these books don’t cover your type since you’re a prototype, but I have learned plenty of the RK-200 model in both a scientific and erotic way.” You step backwards to Hank’s desk and grab your books, walking back up to the RK-800.
“Since it seems books won’t help me, I guess I’ll just have to learn about you all on my own.” You beam at him, he gives you his perfect terrible smile. You have to tell him to work on it.
“I would like that, detective.”
You walk back to your desk, and he sits down at his, he would have to go over to hand you the coffee Connor made for you he realises, but Hank speaks up.
“I’m-- Just get used to them, if you’re trying to analyze them or some shit don’t bother, they’re always this erratic and confusing.”
Connor stares at you, you kicking over your stack of books to the floor as Captain Fowler showed up, screaming,
“PLEASE DON’T LOOK AT MY EROTIC LITERATURE!”
Connor blinked, “Actually...”
“I quite like them.”
Next Part
Masterlist
(A/N: Skrt skrt hello fellow kids reblog/reply/or message me telling me you want to be tagged if you want to be tagged in the next one. I was very happy with the love I got on the last one, thank you for your support lads. Also, RK-200 is Markus’ model if you do not recall, ;{D thorst
Again, feel free to request smth, I’m not 100% sure if my ask works but if it does go Wild.)
Children:
@breaddokiddo @gorillazgirll @sparkedupsilver @marinettelafayette @sweet-fate
#connor#connor rk800#dbh connor#detroit become human#dbh#dbh x reader#connor x reader#connor rk800 x reader#connor rk800 x gender neutral reader#gender neutral reader#i love writing garbage
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Tell us about your Deadpool Keith hcs, we thorst for that good content
YES HELL YEAH im sweating this is literally my fave hc for keith, like, ever and yall really dont kno what ur missing out on :// also real talk idk how to write hc lists so this probs wont be good BUT U GET WHAT IM SAYIN RIGHT
basically everything in the au is the same in the spiderverse.. highschool/college kind of thing……..
keith basically has his Highschool/Public persona and then he has his badass Vigilante/kind-of-hero persona..
during his school hours he acts like he would in canon….. kinda snarky.. lowkey pissed all the time ….but when its time for him to strap on that spandex hes almost EXACTLY like wade. sucky jokes, bad flirting and all
for most of his life keith lives alone with his brother shiro and they get by fairly well (shiro manages a bar that sits directly underneath their little apartment complex)
hes top of his class (valedictorian ofc), has plenty of friends (theyre all fake), has a loving brother and its all that he can really ask for and hes happy …………… for a while………………..
sooner or later hes diagnosed w cancer and all that and hes already come to terms with it but shiro is pissed and scared for his little brother so he enlists some help from a couple of shady guys promising they could cure keiths illness in no time
the head of the operation, lotor, and his staff (dubbed the generals by the other unfortunate patients) promise that not only will keith be cured of his cancer but that he will also gain powers unknown to any man
keith is strapped to a table, shiro is taken away, keith goes under (again and again), he starts the fire, shiro is gone, lotor gets away, the building collapses.
when keith comes to, hes scarred and bloody and not dead. at least he still has his hair right?
he stumbles and all but crawls to their apartment and shiro is not there. shiro is gone, shiro is-
keith swears revenge for his marred features and loss of the only family he’s ever had so he does what any rational person would do in his situation. buys a shit ton of fucking sweatshirts and guns.
name after name, list after list, keith mows through the operation staff like grass and hes STILL no closer to finding lotor or his beefed out cronies
he goes by the code name of ‘wade’ and wears a mask to keep his identity hidden from the world. he’d only reveal his name and face to lotor
he wants to relish in the fear and disbelief on lotors face when he sees what he’s made (and he does for a good few seconds before lotor shoves a knife through his skull)
along the way he meets a blind, ginger haired man with a snarky but upbeat personality with wit sharp enough to kill god probably so keith, obviously, moves in with him
keith, getting ready to kick some more ass: listen coran, if i never see you again, i want you to know that i love you very much. i also buried 1600 kilos of cocaine somewhere in the apartment, right next to the cure for blindness. good luck
coran: i wish u would just fucking die already
with the help of his blind, kind-of-dad friend, a sewing machine, and a bedazzler w limited edition ruby-red sparkles, keiths decked out with a new suit that would rival any of Cher’s fashion line and enough weapons to make rambo cry
along w the aid of a couple x-men buddies (hunk and pidge), lotor gets fucked up, shiros back (and hes ALL RIGHT if u know what im saying), the generals are out of commission
im running out of steam and idk what else to say but anyway deadpool keith is cannon king and hes got the hots for a hard-to-get dude in red and blue spider printed spandex and shit bruh idk yeah
#askmish#anonymous#THIS IS RLLY FUCKIN LONG SO ITS UNDER THE CUT#also sorry if this sucks i cant write :^( sowwy........
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Writer Interview Tags
Tagged by @draconako which is hilarious because at this point, I DON’T EVEN THINK I REMEMBER HOW TO WRITE. HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN? WHAT YEAR IS IT?
1. What made you start writing for the first time?
Harry Potter was this rad book I read when I was like 7 and I was like “shit, I bet I could do that” so I wrote what was basically The Little Mermaid. Disney version. Forks and all. I was Inspired™ by mermaids at a young age xD
2. If you could only write about the ocean, the forest, or the desert for the rest of your life, which one would you pick?
Well I got this story called The Devil & The Deep Blue Sea, so I’d almost definitely say THE OCEAN because it seems to be where my strong suit lies. got thorst
3. Would you ever write a memoir?
I’m not even really sure what a memoir is, but it’d probably take too long because my life is a series of dramatic events, one right after the other. I keep a journal. Can that be my memoir? Someone tell me what a memoir is.
4. Do you like writing by hand or by computer?
I LOVE writing by hand for about 3 minutes before I start to remember why I hate writing by hand.
5. Would you rather be popular among many readers, or unpopular, but loved by critics?
Here’s the thing. Both readers and critics are going to be critical of your work in some way. What makes them different? Well...nothing. Maybe critics get paid to be critical. At the end of the day, they’re both just stating opinions, for the most part. And I would much rather be loved by real readers than by people who get paid to be dicks <3
6. Do you listen to music while you write? What is the best writing music?
I do. And honestly, stupidly edgy or overly dramatic music tends to help me write best, but literally anything is good once I’m on a roll.
7. Do people you’ve met find their way into your writing?
Who even knows, man? Nobody comments on my stuff anyway. I hope not xD I don’t like to be grilled about it face to face.
Also, I just realised this question might mean do people I meet become characters in my story. No. Not consciously, anyway.
TAGGING @roboticspacecase @shirokaneki and anyone else who writes, tell ‘em I sent you
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