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kisses4choso · 6 months

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#DAD?

SYNOPSIS: when you first meet their adoptive kids CHARACTERS: s. gojo & s. geto WARNINGS: mildly suggestive (geto), ages 19/18 [according to the manga] NOTE: pretend geto didn't commit genocide... he brought the girls back to jujutsu tech and lived happily ever after!

when GOJO first introduces megumi and tsumiki to you, you're a bit conflicted. the first thing you think? yeah, gojo was right in being scared of a kid that's a third of his age; poor megumi looked identical to his father. the second? they're so young, they're actual kids. gojo is so young. you are so young.

"nice to meet you. i've heard lots about you," is the only thing you can offer to the children other than a warm smile. the boy stares at you before looking off to the side, and his sister nudges him, smiling at you politely.

"us too," the little girl says, "professor gojo says you're pretty a lot," she stumbles over her words a bit before deciding on something, "and you make really good cup ramen."

"professor gojo said that?" you look up at him from where you're squatting on the ground, tickled by the funny nickname, and you're happy to see a cute smile dancing across his face. "then i'll have to treat you to some ramen soon."

she nods, still flashing her smile, although it's missing a few teeth, and megumi remains looking off to the side.

"are you gonna be in charge of us too?" he suddenly asks, his blunt words a contrast to his little voice.

satoru answers for you, squatting down to meet the boy's eyes (probably, it's hard to see where he's looking with those glasses), "we're still figuring that out, kid. are ya tryna get rid of me or somethin'?"

megumi mumbles something under his breath, and whatever it is, it earns him a pointed sideways glance from his sister.

"wanna say that louder?" he challenges the boy, but megumi responds by sticking his tongue out at him. gojo mimics his actions, just like a boy would. because that's exactly what he is, a teenage boy.

"thought so! alright, you two, can you give us adults a second to talk? we gotta talk about..." he trails off, turning his head to face you directly, "taxes, or somethin'. we'll be in my room. be on your best behavior please, we have a guest."

"pinky promise," tsumiki says, kissing her thumb and holding out her hand. surprise washes over gojo's features, but he quickly composes himself, mirroring tsumiki and allowing her to link her pinky to his. she presses her thumb to his, effectively sealing the promise.

cute, he thinks, how hard would it be for megumi to be like that?

gojo then decisively sticks his pinky out to megumi, but the boy gives him a weary look, and he frowns. "well, holler if ya need me!"

and with that, he's rushing you off to his room, closing his door behind him, lowering his voice, and tugging off his glasses, "so? whaddya think?"

"about?" you stall, finding comfort in his bed as if it were your own. you feel his eyes on you, you always do, but this time it's that look. he's analyzing your every move, your flow of energy, your darting eyes; you're not sure if it would be more effective to acknowledge it or let it go. he stands in front of you, so it's hard to ignore, but you persist.

he hesitates before speaking, a rare occasion, "remember how i said i wanna be a teacher at tech?" he doesn't wait for your answer, "i think, if i try hard enough, i can start teaching right now. the boy has lots of potential, and i want to develop that. can't let it be wasted with the z'enins."

you move your lips, but he anticipates your words, "i know, i'm not even twenty yet," he brushes a hand through his hair, "i don't want his power to be a burden to him. he wants to protect his sister. i can help him."

"i know you can, satoru. it's what you want to do, and i know above everything else, you're stubborn," you finally meet his gaze, and you find the troubled twist of his lips. "but will you have time?"

"i've got enough money..." he says, deflating at your unconvinced sigh, "i'll find a way."

seeing him so caught up in this tugs on your heartstrings a little, and the slight pout on his lips doesn't do much to help your heartache. you say what you were scared to from the moment he mentioned the two children, "i can help."

for the second time that evening, shock laces itself onto his face. you look a little startled by your own words. the reality of being responsible for raising two children on top of developing megumi's cursed technique against the wishes of arguably the most powerful sorcerer clan... it was heavy.

"ya don't gotta, i just wanted to know if i'm crazy or not for adopting two young kids at my age."

"you're always a little crazy, no? and i want to," you say, and a beat of silence passes between the two of you, the six eyes user taking a particularly sharp breath.

"you're okay with raising those two brats? with me?" he dismisses your first comment, the last question a little quieter.

he takes a step closer to you and crosses his fingers in hopes you'd say yes. a selfish thought, but it means another reason to convince you to move in with him. another reason to spend nights and days together. yet another reason to love you.

"yes, professor, but with all these missions, you'll practically be an absent father... figure," you reach out to him, pulling him closer by his waistband.

he smiles, slumping his weight in the spot right next to you as if his king bed couldn't hold him anywhere else, "not much different than what they're used to."

"satoru," you bat his shoulder, and he laughs, dimples on display. you don't miss the questions hidden in his eyes, and you wish he'd lean over just a little for you, maybe let him steal a kiss or two as a remedy. you continue, "we turned out all right, i'm sure they'll be okay with you."

"with us," he corrects, "and i turned out amazing, by the way."

he turns to you, attention completely fixed on the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh, at his expense, but the laugh is for him. uncharacteristic emotion comes over him for a moment, but his gaze is as steady as always, and in the moment he's sure he'd done something in his past life right, "but i hope they learn more from you."

"mimiko, nanako, come say hi," GETO calls to the girls as he opens his door for you. you were at his house as a 'surprise' he said, so you felt the necessity to get the two girls a few gifts.

he moves aside to allow you in, and immediately you're aware of the unusual mess in his living room. the building blocks, dolls, hair bows, plushies, toy cars, and puzzles make it look like a daycare.

his lips meet your forehead, "hey, you didn't have to get them anything. they're spoiled."

"i see that," you laugh, grabbing onto his freshly manicured hand as he leads you to set your things down on the coffee table.

his hair is messily braided as well, and you take out your phone to get a picture, but your attention is caught by two pairs of thundering steps coming toward you.

"mister geto! look what we drew for..." nanako quickly stops herself, her feet screeching to a halt, her sister bumps into her back.

mimiko yelps, not expecting the blonde to halt so suddenly. she peeks over her, searching the living room and finding you sitting on the couch. her part of the couch.

"what a cute," geto hesitates, turning away from you and toward the hall, "cat?"

nanako pouts, casting her gaze toward her feet, "it's supposed to be you with kitty ears."

geto quickly clears his throat, "i know, i was just kiddin'."

he glances back at you, the remenants of a smile in his eyes. he definitely did not know.

"who the heck's that?" the blonde says, leaning to the side to get a good look at you. "i thought you were gonna bring the guy with the weird eyes."

"nanako," geto's sharp eyes are not visible to you, but you know he's giving her a disapproving look with how she tenses. "come here, please. this is who i was talking about earlier when you weren't paying attention."

the two girls share eye contact (although the meaning of it is known only to them) and reluctantly step forward, the brunette behind the blonde.

the dynamic was obvious to you, nanako was the loud one, and mimiko was the shy one. it was cute, the way they held each other's hand upon coming closer from where they stood in the hall.

suguru attempts to push the two little girls toward you once they reach him, but they both hide behind him. your heart warms at the sight; nanako's looking up at geto, hugging his leg while mimiko squishes the side of her face against his other leg and looks at you.

you break the ice by introducing yourself, a little discouraged when they simply blink at you.

time for the trick up your sleeve.

"i brought these here for you. they're from kyoto, and i heard you wanted to try them."

their eyes instantly brighten, and they both look up at geto, waiting for his permission. he smiles at them, giving them both a quick nod, and they run toward the long couch.

"excuse me, can we open them?" mimiko asks, and you think that even if you tried, you couldn't find it in your heart to deny the girl anything.

you hand each of them a sparkly gift bag, "of course, hon. they're for you."

geto follows closely behind them as they wander over to the couch, opting to sit down on the floor right in front of you, between both of the girls.

mimiko opens her bag carefully, removes the tissue papers one by one, and gasps when she sees what's at the bottom. she turns to nanako and her mess, holding up her snacks. "look!"

they were giggling, trading a few of their gifts, and having fun with the extra plushies you had thrown in there.

"what do we say?" geto interrupts them while they're lost in their own world, but they don't seem bothered in the least.

"thank you so much!" they both exclaim at the same time, mimiko a little louder than normal.

you turn to geto as they wander into the kitchen to excitedly eat their snacks, "they're great girls. i can't believe those people would..."

geto winces, holding your hand delicately, "i know. but they're doing good so far. i think you made a good impression, they're not so quick to trust people."

you smile, a newfound hope inside you, "i can tell they adore you. you'd make a good dad, suguru."

you lean down to give him a quick kiss, but something changes in his expression, and he holds your chin in his hand, stopping you from meeting his lips. he smiles at your frown, a teasing lilt in his voice when he speaks, "don't say things like that."

"or what?" you know just how to get under his skin, and although your original comment wasn't meant to bother him, it's given you an opening.

his pupils are dilated; you can almost guess what he's about to say, or perhaps do, and--

"hi, do you wanna try?" nanako suddenly speaks, and you both jump, so caught up in your own world, that you hadn't noticed the girls' presence.

"thank you," you say, taking a chip from the bag she held to you, and geto does the same. mimiko offers you gummy bears, and you take one as well.

still a little startled, geto mouths a 'sorry' to you, and you merely shake your head, enjoying the sweet gummy.

he'd no longer have the benefit of having you all to himself in his house anymore; having no privacy was almost guaranteed with kids like mimiko and nanako.

but he thinks it might be worth it, seeing the way the girls smile as you compliment their hairdos, and watching you laugh as they take credit for his. he glances at your hands as you cover your eyes for a game of hide and seek, eyes caught on the glint of the promise ring on your index finger.

no, he didn't mind it one bit.

haruta's better than me, if nanami was that close to me...

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #geto x reader #dad gojo #dad geto #mimiko and nanako #megumi and tsumiki #suguru x reader #satoru x reader #gojo x you #geto x you #jjk imagines

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drewsbebe · 1 month

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can u do one where the reader asks rafe for smth he has already said no to right when he climaxes? like she’s on top and js tryna get the bag she rlly wanted or smth 💀

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You had been eyeing that new baby pink Birkin bag for weeks, dropping not-so-subtle hints to Rafe about how much you wanted it. But each time you brought it up, he would simply shake his head and say no. not because he couldn’t afford it, he just didn’t want to waste his money on something he knew you weren’t even going to use.

One night, as you were entangled in a passionate embrace, you found yourself on top, riding him with as much force as possible. As your bodies moved in sync, you couldn't help but feel a surge of desire for the coveted bag.

"Rafe," you panted, your voice barely above a whisper. "Can I have the Birkin bag now?"

He groaned in pleasure, his grip on you tightening. And in that moment of pure ecstasy, he found himself unable to resist your request any longer.

"Yes," he gasped, his voice strained with pleasure. "Yes, you can have it." And with that simple affirmation, he gave her not only the bag she desired, but also a memory of a climax that would forever be etched in their minds.

I tried with this one it’s 4 am and I need to sleep so sorry for any spelling mistakes 💋

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ventismacchiato · 9 months

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40 behind the lens — paper rings !

scaramouche x g!n reader

⇢ ˗ˏˋ time skip of three years ࿐ྂ

˗ˏˋ headcanons ´ˎ˗

✰ you and kuni graduate at the top of your respected classes and have been dating for almost five years now, known properly as the campus it couple

✰ neither of you moved in together until last year when everyone else started moving out of the shared content houses

✰ first xiaoae move out together, then childe, then heikazu, albenari, then ayaka going back home and venti living on his own

✰ living in the houses on your own was essentially a waste of money and space so jean ended your leases and you guys finally moved in together

✰ and after graduation, with jean’s help, you’re able to slide into the industry pretty easily with your large fanbases

✰ you start off as side characters that grow in popularity since your fans watch the shows and movies you star in just for you both

✰ i like to think kuni double majored in child psych along with film in case acting didn’t work out in his favor so he’s pretty and smart

✰ but since this is fiction it did work out for him cus dreams come true #livelaughlove

✰ id like to think star/you would also act but probably dials it down to direct full time instead

✰ you preferred to direct compared to acting so eventually you started to fund your own projects with kuni on your cast which helped you grow

✰ you try not to cast kuni in every one of your movies because then it’ll look like favoritism but he prefers to star in ones you direct

✰ you also get your friends to be extras a lot, most of the time it’s childe who begs you to let him be in the back for movies

✰ you guys probably don’t get engaged for a while despite living together, blaming it on scara’s commitment issues and the fact that your careers are your main focus

✰ alongside luna, your previous black cat, you probably adopt another white one alongside scara

✰ as for actor!scara headcanons imagine scara on hot ones, that one show on youtube, and he has a straight face the entire time as he eats the hottest wings and answers questions about you

✰i think he’d have a lot of fun on shows like that, example would be eat it or spill it by jimmy fallon, he would annihilate them

✰ he probably does all his own stunts, always giving you a heart attack as you see him falling from heights on harnesses, sometimes he convinces the staff to fool you into thinking he actually got hurt due to a broken rope as he plummets to the ground

✰ he does it so much that there’s enough content for ‘scara pretending to die in front of yn for ten minutes straight’ compilations

✰ you guys probably stream when you can but not as much with your jobs, i think star doing behind the scenes vlogs of you and scara together would be so cute though

˗ˏˋ headcanons ´ˎ˗

✰ was a communications major so he’s the PR manager for scara and you after graduating

✰ yes i know technically jean could do this but she has enough on her plate! i’m just thoughtful like that #feminist

✰ constantly trying to prevent you guys from getting into scandals, which is hard when scara cannot keep his opinions to himself

✰ aether probably has a heart attack everytime scara goes off to do interviews since scara always ignores the pre written answers and goes on tangents, which his fans love but twitter not so much

✰ xiao as an animator wud be so sexy guys. like walk with me here imagine an operation true love anime after the drama and webtoon are a hit so he gets to animate for the anime and storyboards with albedo

✰ i’m tryna intertwine all of them even after they graduate can you tell

✰ as for him and aether they probably tie the knot a little while after graduating, small wedding with just close friends and family

✰ xiao would edit one of those pretty wedding videos that youtubers do

✰ but they don’t film the entire wedding for their channels cus they gotta gatekeep

✰ id say xiao probably still streams but he mainly just draws with music in the background or works on his stardew town with aether

✰ xiao probably strains his wrist a lot from all the work he does so at promotion events he’s always wearing a brace on his hand

˗ˏˋ headcanons ´ˎ˗

✰ okay in this au let’s all pretend he’s the creator of operation true love cus rmbr he’s a writing major and a huge romantic

✰ like how sexy is that, obviously it does well cus all his fans all read it and so it gets turned into a drama

✰ directed by you of course starring kuni as eunhyuk

✰ he’s still head over heels and throwing up in love with heizou, they probably adopt a cat together when they move in together

✰ i imagine if kazuha ever wrote a murder mystery novel he’d have heizou read it to decipher if the culprit was too easy to figure out

✰ nothing really exciting about heizou’s major in this au, he probably just becomes a detective and streams on the side, known as kazuha’s partner in the entertainment industry and attends all the events when he can

˗ˏˋ headcanons ´ˎ˗

✰ obviously goes into the art industry, works on a lot of graphic novels and novel covers and sometimes album covers

✰ when kazuha’s work gets turned into mangas or graphic novels he always does the art for it

✰ he probably paints nari’s favorite flowers for him and they adorn their house’s walls

✰ i’d say he doesn’t stream as much anymore but if he does it’s probably just him doing commissions with music in the background

✰ nari’s major is also not exciting in this au, probably becomes a forest ranger or a college professor

✰ albedo builds him a greenhouse in the back of their house for him

✰ the type to bring hurt animals home and fosters them back to health

˗ˏˋ headcanons ´ˎ˗

childe

✰ stealing from my pookie mrbeast for inspo

✰ he probably does stuff like has a whole business for his videos and side hustles like merch and a food company

✰ like maybe he and diluc collab to make an energy drink or something

✰i mentioned he fancies diluc like once in a previous chapter so that’s why he’s with diluc who streams a little

✰ they probably met properly at another twitch con or creator event

✰ very wow factor oriented like he does more than just stream games, he prefers to work on big challenge videos and loves giving away money

✰ like he would host those extreme hide-and-seek challenges with all his youtuber/streamer friends in weird locations and get them to do weird dares with him

✰ i think heizou would win those types of videos most of the time, whereas scara barely tries and still seems to almost win

✰ diluc probably does one stream a month because it’s not his entire focus, probably also a business major and just appears in childe’s videos once in a while

✰ how cute would it be if childe was always at his 110% in videos and extra hyper to make them more entertaining but when diluc joins him he’s more calm and cute

venti

✰ his streaming fanbase gives him a jumpstart in his music career yk how it is

✰ does a bunch of osts for shows and movies. still streams but also is a popular musician

✰ not an idol 😍🤞 has to be a little different than jptp but does start out by opening for tours and makes it on billboard

✰ i do think he’d eventually do a world tour though on his own and stray away from streaming to focus on his music, would probably just upload vlogs if anything

✰ does the operation true love ost so everyone is working tgt and he’s single in this au cus #singlerep

ayaka

✰ honestly i don’t care what happens to ayaka she’s just there ig

✰ keep doing what ur doing queen! i’ll support you from all the way over here!

behind the lens !

masterlist — prev | next

yes i’m using yeonjun as scaras face 🤞

also sorry if this isn’t as in depth as the jptp one i’m just tryna wrap this fic up ☠️

author’s notes — just like jptp i just wanted to do a bunch of headcanons :] this is how i envision their future and if u don’t agree talk to the wall cus idc 😊

synopsis — you, better known as STARDUST, and BALLADEER have always been in competition for the top streamer spot on twitch, which is especially impressive since the two of you have never shown your faces. you’ve never been on good terms, constantly one-upping each other in matches and getting into petty arguments on twitter, causing your fans to also dislike each other. that’s until BALLADEER does a face reveal that breaks the internet with his good looks…which makes you realize it’s the same guy you went on a date with last night. the type of date that made you crave to see him again. the only problem was he didn’t know you were STARDUST and he was way different behind the lens than he portrayed himself online to you. should you keep your identity a secret to salvage the relationship or just let him go?

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#scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x reader smau #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x gender neutral reader #head in hands free me #behind the lens smau

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moralesmilesanhour · 10 months

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teamwork (makes the dream work...?) pt. 2.5

summary: you bump into Miles at the bodega. whoops.

wc: 900+

warnings: implied food insecurity, wasted sandwich </3

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…Or so you thought.

Standing right in front of you in the crowded bodega ordering a beef patty was none other than Mr. Morales himself, drowning in a huge black puffer jacket. As soon as he finished, he stood off to the side, eyes glued to the floor and shifting from one foot to the other.

“What you want, miss?” The man at the counter broke you out of your reverie, looking impatient.

“Sorry, just a BLT, please,” you called out over the din of music and loud conversation. The man nodded, yelling out your order to two other men standing over a hot stove beside him.

You moved to the side, near the snack aisle where Miles was standing. His eyes seemed to remain on the ground, so you sneak glances at the side of his face, starting from his ears. They were pierced, but currently barren. You move up to his cheek, where a stray lash has fallen. The boy's lashes were just long enough to brush it. They fluttered as his pupil darted to the side, and you realized that you were making eye contact.

"Whoah, can I get my face back?"

Miles had caught you just before your eyes could flicker away. He had that same ‘the sky is blue’ look that he gave you on the first day you were seated together. You quickly turned away without a word, opting to examine the snacks lining the rack behind you.

“No ‘hello’?”

You spun around, bag of Takis in-hand.

“What?”

“You just gon’ stare into my skull and not even say ‘hello’?”

You scoffed at the boy’s sudden interest in etiquette.

“Fine, hi.”

One of the cooks called out both of your orders, sliding them across the counter wrapped in aluminum foil as the two of you went up to the front.

“Bye.”

Miles grabbed his food first before weaving through the crowd towards the exit.

That is, until you try to squeeze out of the door before him. Your face plants into the plush material of his jacket before you stumble onto the cracked sidewalk outside, your poor sandwich open on the ground before you could even take a bite.

Groaning, you hear a few ‘Ohhh’s behind you as you squat to pick the two halves up to throw them out. This was supposed to be your dinner.

Miles watches you toss them into a nearby trash can, and makes a decision.

“Yo,” he waved you over. His face looked like it was holding onto a laugh, and you rolled your eyes.

“Now is really not the time, Morales.”

“So I guess you not tryna eat, then?”

You paused, and looked at the boy skeptically. He didn’t seem like the type to be above making you eat things off the floor. As if you had communicated with him telepathically, Miles shrugs his shoulders and nods.

“That’s fair,” he says to himself.

Your eyebrows raise in surprise when he makes long strides over to you instead. He carefully opens up the aluminum to reveal the golden pastry inside, and you watch him carefully split it in half with his fingers before offering the piece. You look up at Miles, then the patty, then back up at Miles. His expression softened into a knowing look.

“I’m not gonna ask for no money back, if that’s what’s on your mind.”

Finally, you take it. It was either this, or Takis and sleep for dinner.

“Thanks.”

The sky had taken on a deep blue shade, and worry crept onto your features as the street lights began to flicker on.

“I gotta walk home,” you said flatly. “See you tomorrow–”

“By yourself?”

Even as it got dark, you could make out the deep frown on Miles’ face.

“It’s not that far, relax.”

“How far?”

Your tongue pushed against the inside of your cheek before you muttered, “Three blocks…”

Miles stuck his hands in his pockets. “Look, ion like yo’ ass, but I can’t have you walking around here by yourself in the dark. Lemme walk you two blocks,” he put two fingers for emphasis, “at least.”

You tilted your head at him, but agreed.

“Slow down,” you complained as you struggled to keep up with the long-legged boy. The both of you had been walking for barely twenty minutes, but your feet were already starting to hurt from having to jog up to him.

“Walk faster,” Miles laughed.

Silence settled in between you as the streets got quieter, save for the bustling of traffic in the distance.

“Is it true what people say about you?” you ask, suddenly breaking it.

“Be more specific.”

“Like, are you in a gang? You don’t gotta tell me which. And how the hell you flunk outta school on purpose? Do you really do graffiti-”

“First of all, I’m not in no fuckin’ gang,” Miles had stopped walking abruptly. “You see any tats on me?”

“You’re wearing a coat.”

You hear Miles suck his teeth, and snicker.

“Well, I don’t have one. My momma would put me in the dirt if I did,”

He resumed his speed-walking, and you break into another light jog to stay next to him. “The other two are true, though.”

“Why?” you ask, a little out of breath.

“Do you know how to use complete sentences?”

“Why’d you flunk on purpose? Graffiti, I can understand. That, I can't.”

Miles was silent for a few moments, and you considered retracting the question before he finally replied.

“Visions…wasn’t really for me.”

You want to press further, piece together how a kid with a strict mother and a knack for advanced calculus could just…decide that school ‘wasn’t for him’. But the way he mumbled his answer told you he wouldn’t divulge any more, and your house was just up ahead. You’d walked all three blocks.

“This is me,” you say as you slow your pace. “Thanks again.”

“Yup, g’night,” Miles calls behind him, already strolling in the opposite direction.

Whew, okay! I hope y’all enjoy this one even though it’s technically not a full chapter. Now I’ll ACTUALLY give myself a week to work on the next one lmao. As always, feel free to leave any reactions, questions, or comments in replies/tags/my asks! thx for reading <3

#earth 42 miles morales #earth 42 miles morales x black!reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales x black!reader #miles morales x reader #moralesanhour

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 9 months

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Nightlife 14

Warnings: dubcon, noncon, touching, coercion, manipulation. Proceed with caution.

Note: I know what you’re thinking, why the fuck are you doing this? Well, you wanted bouncer Lee and I did too. Also, short!reader, not sorry.

Part of The Club AU

You sit on the couch, your back to the armrest, your legs bent over Lee's lap. The TV glares over you as you chew your thumb, paying little attention to the classic 70s thriller. You can't escape the pit of self-pity that threatens to swallow you up.

You feel his hand on your thigh, kneading through your thin shorts, but you don't react. He's touchy feely like that but you've learned to just tune it out. You pick at your thumbnail as you drift into your doubts.

"Y'alright?" He asks as he gently taps your leg.

"Yeah, good," you wisp out, startled by his sudden intonation, "just thinking…"

"Ah, don't do much of that. Should be tryna enjoy our time together," he squeezes your thigh, "ain’t this nice, darling'?"

"Yea–" before you can answer, your phone buzzes loudly and rattles against the wooden coffee table.

You swing your legs off of Lee and he huffs. You grab your phone as the bold word 'Dad' beams at you from the screen. You fumble to get a grip and hit answer as you stand and quickly skirt away from the couch.

"Hi, dad," you keep your voice low as you put your finger in your other ear.

"I got your message, what is going on?" He asks bluntly.

You gulp as you enter the small kitchen, trying to escape the noise of the television. You turn and press your back to counter, mustering what little backbone you have.

"Um, dad, it's about school–"

"Don't tell me I have to spend even more on this," he snips.

"No, dad, I… please, I'm sorry…" your chest fills up, feeling as if it might burst, "I have to tell you something."

"Then tell me. I have a business dinner in ten minutes."

You inhale and close your eyes. Your ears are ringing. He's going to lose his mind. You remember how he tore up the participation ribbon you got in cross country running. Yeah, he doesn't like losers.

"I'm failing. I'm going to lose my scholarship–"

"What?!" He yells, "don't fucking do this to me."

"Please, dad, let me– I schedule an appointment with an academic counselor and I might–"

"No, no, we had a deal," his anger burns through the speaker, "you've gone and wasted my money. You stupid little girl. How hard is it to maintain a B average? That's all I asked and you once more disappoint me–"

You're choking on tears as you listen to his wrath. You shake and cross your arm over your stomach. It's what you expected but worse.

"You are getting a job and you are paying rent. Fucking dropout. My daughter, a failure. A goddamn disappointment–"

You move the phone away from your face as his voice rises louder and louder. You can hear him clearly still as you tremble and stare at the pulsing icon at the center of the screen.

"Loser–"

The phone is suddenly swiped from your hand as Lee fills the doorway and you squeak. You try to take it back as he clears his throat and puts it to his ear. No! No! You clutch your hands together in horror.

"Now, you don't talk to her like that. That's your daughter, she ain't need all that. She's asking for your help– I'll tell ya who I am. Someone who cares a lot more for her than you," Lee balls his fist as he grits his teeth, "don't you be calling her all those nasty names. Ahe ain't that, she's a good lady– ah you talk a lot for a man who isn't standing in front me."

"Lee!" You squeal, "please–"

"You don't want her to come home then she won't. She's got me and I'll take care of her. Yeah, yeah, go have a fucking heart attack, you old coot."

He pulls the phone away and jabs his thumb down on the screen. He drops it on the counter and shakes his head.

"He's got no business talkin' to ya that way," he growls.

"Lee, that's my dad–"

"And ya didn't even hear half of what he said to me. You want to call someone like him your family when he ain't got no love for you," he scoffs.

You cover your face and heave. Oh god! You turn and lean on the counter, bending over as you hide behind your hands and sob. Everything is crashing down around you.

"Baby, don't cry. I was just standing up for ya, like you deserve," he puts his hand on your back, "ain't fair of ya to try to make me feel bad for that."

"You don't understand," you garble as you stand straight and drag your hands down your face, "he's all I have. My only family–"

"And you're scared as hell of him. That's not family, is it? He's pushing you to be something you ain't. You know I love you however you are."

"Love," you croak, "I… Lee, I…" you turn back to the counter and grip the edge.

You suffocate on shallow breaths as your head pulses. You can't see straight, you can barely think. It's not supposed to be like this. You weren't supposed to make your father proud. You were supposed to make something of yourself.

"Honey pie," he eases you away from the counter, keeping an arm around your back as you lean heavily, "come on, you needa breathe. Let's get you laying down, huh?"

He guides you out of the kitchen and through the front room. He takes you into the bedroom and puts you in the bed. Your eyes threaten to roll back as you suck in air.

He puts you against the pillows and wraps a blanket around you. He leaves and returns with a mewling Hickory, placing the cat on your stomach.

"Now, now, look, the little thing's so worried for ya. Give him a pet," he coos, "y'alright, honey, just calm down."

He loosens the blanket and lifts your arm above it, placing your hand on Hickory's soft fur.

"Feel that, he loves ya too," Lee coaxes, "he needs ya."

You stroke the kitten gently and slowly catch your breath. You let your eyes close and murmur. You don't know what's going on, it's as if you feel everything draining from you. A fracture forms down your middle and you know there's no way to put yourself back together.

"We're your family, blossom," Lee says, "me and Hick."

#lee bodecker x reader #dark lee bodecker #lee bodecker #dark!lee bodecker #drabble #series #nightlife #the club #the devil all the time

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I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOUR WRITINGS it’s so hard to find a good yangyang writer which is why i immediately fall in love with your account😭❤️

can i request a yangyangxreader smut where they’re both bratty and fighting to be on top, also yangyang giving the best aftercare in the end basically just pure fluff!! THANK YOU SO MUCH ILY <3

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includes/warnings fluffier smut, both reader and yangyang are annoying lil brats, fem!reader, unprotected sex, yangyang is a bit of a pissy bitch, bro cums inside (wrap it before u tap it… or not!), reader + yangyang are switches, bratty smut, plus sized friendly reader, biting, choking and light manhandling, cuddly aftercare, cockwarming, etc

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a/n oh my god yaaay anon 🫶 ily that is so so so sweet 🤧 BUT with that in mind i struggled to make it to my satisfaction bcs i wanted it to be perfect for u 💔 please give me feedback if u like it ty ily anon <3

“what? you know you want it.” you tease, swaying your hips side to side in a teasing manner, catching the boy’s eyes.

he rolls them, turning his attention back to the game. “baby, please. i’m tryna carry.”

you plop down on the bed, unamused. “please pay attention to me or i won’t suck your dick for a week.” you say, casually pulling out your phone.

his hand is frozen on the mouse. “what did you just say?”

you look up from your friends instagram post with your innocent doe eyes, to only meet the back of his head, some strands of his black hair sticking up wildly.

“oh, nothing.”

“you said something. quit being a brat, and tell me.” he says, clicking buttons aggressively, until you see him slump in his chair with a sigh of satisfaction, the voice announcing his victory filled the speakers of his computer, before spinning around in his chair to face you.

and there you were, sitting so pretty. in your stitch themed pajamas, nails covered with rhinestones from when he gave you tons of money with the guidelines to “get them pretty for him.”

he smiles at your figure, finally standing up from his gaming chair where you’ve had your fair share of cuddles, and stands right in front of you. he carefully pushes you on your back, crawling on top and placing gente kisses from your face to your neck, his trail slow.

one of his hands keeps him up and steady, while the other snakes up to your breast to cup it, his fingers barely touching the cloth, teasing you and the nipples that begun to harden. your chest heaved and your back arched.

“i’ve hardly touched you and you’re already going feral.”

oh, and you were the brat? mr can’t-pay-attention-to-his-girlfriend-egotistical-dom. just for this, you wanted, no, you had to put him in his place.

so you did what any girl would do: gripped his shoulders with your sharp nails and flung him on the bed, taking his previous spot.

“hi.” you say, staring into the eyes of an unamused, and a rather upset, boy.

he scowls at you, attempting to push you off of him, but your knees press against his legs, keeping him from moving.

“stop moving, you brat.” you hiss, fingers reaching for the elastic of his sweatpants. “do you want me to suck you off or not?”

his whole demeanor changed, no longer fighting, but relaxed, arms folded behind his head like a pillow. “well, carry on. don’t keep me waiting.” he says, closing his eyes like he is at peace.

you gave him another glare, leaving his cock dry, scooching your body up to his face. he opens one of his eyes, seeing you now, excited for his dinner.

your thighs squeeze his face, and you grind yourself on him. you tease, the strings of your pajama bottoms smacking him in the face.

your fingers guide the pajamas off and you kick them off to reveal striped panties, sliding them to the side.

“thats fucking hot.” he says. you plant yourself on his face, and he wastes no time and immediately gets down to business.

his hands hold your hips in place, like you wanted to move, but you couldn’t drag yourself from the pleasure his tongue gave you, flicking back and forth on your slick folds, his tongue gliding with ease.

when your pretty moans boosted his ego enough, he decided to add a finger to your sensation, the length of the digit itching your walls and sending riptides though your body. your stomach flipped, and your vision became clouded with white stars, releasing a load onto his face.

like a starved man, he happily lapped it up. he was not interested in removing your underwear, finding it hot to watch it turn a darker color with the wetness that oozed onto the fabric.

he shoved you off of him, and pressed you to the bed, shoving your face into the pillow and showing your ass on full display for him. he slides his pajama pants down just to let his cock free, letting it slap against the plump flesh.

he let it rest in the center, pressing his tummy against your back, teeth gnawing at your neck, turning spots purple and feeding into your moans. he wrapped a veiny hand around your neck, slowly sliding inside of your hole, sliding in like it was made for you.

“fuck.” he breathed out, “your hole already so wide for me. its the impact i have on ya.” you can hear the smirk in his voice.

you roll your eyes at his snotty, bratty remark. one of your arms reaches forward to grip onto the headboard, anticipation bubbling in your veins.

he thrusts and the hand around your neck catches you, already whimpering and red in the ass. the sounds echo in the empty house, the sounds of the bed smacking the wall and sounds of skin on skin. the sounds of his grunts and the sounds of your moans, his ego through the roof.

“you like that?” his hand wraps around your neck tighter, the chains of the necklace he gave you a year ago pressing patterns into your skin and his skin, your moans answering his question, feeling yourself want to cum on him, the tingling feeling creeping over your body further. “you’re such a bad little girl.” he says, his hips snapping harder, sure to leave bruises in the morning.

you gripped the fluff of the pillow for dear life as your hole tightened and your body trembled violently, your release coating his cock, his release not far after.

you both collapse on the bed, both too lazy to remove his flesh from inside. welcoming arms embrace you to the warmth of him.

“im going to hurt a lot tomorrow.”

“it was worth, though. right?”

you chuckled, burying your nose in his neck. “sure.”

@neocoffeecafe

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secreto de amor XII

chapter 12! read chapter 11 here

you were excited about what happened with connie but you also felt guilty about it. you knew jean was overprotective over you with any guy but because his best friend would be involved, you didn’t know how different this would be. you didn’t know how to feel about the situation.

but one thing you were sure about was your feelings for connie. he brought some kind of spice in your life and everything with him felt natural, especially when you started to just embrace him as a person overall. maybe you were falling in love but you’ve been there before and the possibility of going back kinda frightened you.

“whatcha smiling at?” sasha asked while being all up on your phone as you texted connie.

“her man.” tia commented, which prompted you to send a death stare her way.

“man? you ain’t tell us you had a man? who’s the man?” you rolled your eyes before putting your phone down.

“i don’t have a man, sasha.”

“yet.” tia coughed.

“i’ll never have a man. especially after what happened with…” you couldn’t even really say his name, not like it deserved to be said anyway.

“who?” sasha looked at tia because she knew she’d have the answer.

“her ex.” she mumbled and sasha quickly understood.

“but don’t be like that! you’ll have a man, especially one that’s gonna treat you…not like how the other one treated you.”

“his name is gonna start with a c and end with an e…he’s gonna be funny and fine…he’s gonna—“

“t.”

“that’s very specific.”

“girl, we talking about connie!” you immediately shushed tia in case jean was somewhere nearby.

“ohhh! aww~i knew he was talking to somebody new, i didn’t think it was you though. cute!”

“we’re not a thing.”

“they kissed. tongue and everything. sucking each other’s faces off—“

sasha gasped. “oh my god…yall fucked?”

“no. just a kiss, calm down.”

“you saying that like it’s a bad thing. his dick little or something?”

“no, i’d just be surprised if y’all did. you’re so soft and quiet and he’s…he sells drugs.”

“okay, and? money money money~” tia sang.

“he’s cool and we kissed so i’m just tryna see if the kiss was a waste of time.” it obviously wasn’t because it occupied your mind for hours in a day but you just wanted to see if anything would come out of it or if you were just signing an invisible contract to become one of his throw-away hoes.

“evidently not, got you smiling at the phone and shit.” you threw a pillow towards tia.

“you got jokes, huh?”

“what’s going on in here?” jean came into your room.

“none of your business, why are you in here?”

“to let you know i’m going to the store and if you wanted to come?”

“so it’s just fuck us huh?” tia commented and jean narrowed her eyes at her.

“yep. you coming, y/n?” you nodded just to get out the house.

“you’re gonna leave us?” sasha stood up from the bed, pouting.

“no, i’ll be back. just take care of the house.”

you and jean went to the store to get more groceries because it was the first time since he’s been back.

you two were walking down snack aisle when you thought you saw connie with some girl and eventually you were sure it was him. they were laughing, giggling, and touching all up on each other and your heart felt like it was breaking into a million pieces. it showed on your face and jean picked up on your energy shift.

“hey, what’s wrong? you don’t like chocolate chip?” jean asked innocently as he held up a box of chocolate chip cookies.

“i’m okay. what else do we need to get?” you tried to shake the scene off but you couldn’t.

“umm…that’s it. you sure you okay?”

“yeah, can we leave now?”

“of course.” he nodded. the only time you rushed him was if something was really wrong or you didn’t wanna be somewhere so he understood. on the ride back, he did have questions but he knew not to bother you if you looked upset. so when you finally got home you went straight to your room but forgot sasha and tia were still there.

“what’s wrong? what happened at the store?” you shook your head but sasha and tia looked at each other, knowing something was wrong.

“you saw connie?” tia whispered. you were quiet so that gave away your answer. “don’t tell me he was with another bitch bruh…” you were quiet again.

“i’m sorry y/n…i can talk to him if you want. this might all be a big misunderstanding.” sasha rubbed your leg. you didn’t feel like crying or anything, you were just mad. his lil kiss started to get you into feelings you were kinda excited for but then he goes and have another bitch in his face? yeah you knew it was a waste of time.

“it is what it is,” you shrugged. “i just don’t think he’s for me.”

“don’t give up! maybe it was a cousin you saw him with or something.” tia side-eyed sasha.

“be forreal.”

“it didn’t look like a cousin. the way they were all up on each other.”

“were they kissing?” you shook your head. “at least that’s good.”

“yeah i just need to take a step back.”

“a few steps all the way back.” tia’s comment made you and sasha giggle before you all talked some more. after a few more minutes, tia and sasha ended up leaving and jean was knocking on your door.

“come in!”

“hey, you okay? you looked pretty upset earlier.” jean came in and sat on your bed.

“i’m fine. just a mood swing or something.” jean knew you were lying and was battling in his head whether or not he should ask you what he really wants to ask you.

“okay…i just have a question,” you didn’t look at him but was silent just to listen to him. “what’s up with you and connie?” your heart sank again but you couldn’t explain why if there’s truthfully nothing going on, at least not anymore.

“nothing. why?”

“i overheard yall talking about him. i just wanted to ask you just in case i misheard or whatever.”

“we kissed but we’re not dating or anything.” jean had to admit he was a bit bothered by what you told him but his priority was with you, not connie.

“okay then, just…i don’t want you getting hurt. i want your heart and mind protected and honestly, connie is not gonna be the one to do that for you. he’s my best friend and all and we’re cool but, you will always come first. i’ll always be on your side, understood?” you nodded in confirmation. luckily you hadn’t gotten that far with connie for anything to change. you hoped that outside of you, him and jean would still be friends because you didn’t wanna ruin anything for your brother.

#aot x reader #aot x black reader #black reader #connie springer #aot connie #connie springer x black reader #connie springer x black y/n

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Hancock Headcanons (Including Goodneighbour Headcanons) Part One

Surprisingly a really good cook/baker. Will make 5 Star quality full-course meals when high as fuck. Or at least, as good as you can get in the Wasteland if you don't think mutated Brahmin tastes too different from cow. Man's is making steaks.

He also mass bakes when very stressed. There's been times Fahrenheit has walked into the office and seen the kitchenette, the coffee table, any and all of the free surfaces, really, full of trays of baked goodies. Cupcakes, cookies, brownies, special brownies, you name it. When this happens, Daisy has to organise a massive order to traders to make up for all the ingredients he buys. He always gives her extra caps for the inconvenience of Goodneighbour having less eggs and flour, etc, for sale than usual. He makes sure to never take all the stock, though, food's hard enough to come by, especially produce. His town needs it more than he and his baking sessions do.

He always gives away the goods when he's finally calmed down and the stress has eased.

He takes care in making sure the normal goodies are separate from the 'more fun' ones.

The normal goods go to the townsfolk and drifters. He goes to the kids first, though. If it's during the colder months, he'll also take the time to make hot chocolates or warm milk (Depending on what's available) for them.

Actually does his job as the fucking Mayor.

Makes sure the kids have all got blankets, coats, hats, scalves, gloves, socks and shoes, and beds somewhere warm.

He regularly checks this. Has a little checklist for all the items kiddies need. He isn't letting any kids die in his streets. As far as he's concerned, those are his kids. He knows Goodneighbour isn't exactly the most PG place, but the majority of children in Goodneighbour (Like most people in Goodneighbour) don't have parents or anybody.

He'll leave a few trays on the bar of The Third Rail for pickings. Lowkey likes to decorate it with cake stands and stuff. Makes him feel weirdly calm. He gets to just take his time with it. It's a breather from the rest of his 'Mayoral Duties'.

If he's feeling generous, he'll give away the fun goodies too to anyone that wants 'em (Within reason). But Chems and produce can be pricey so he'll sometimes give those to Daisy to sell so he's not wasting a good amount of his personal stash, especially if he made a lot of goods.

He considered giving them to Charlie at first because The Third Rail is nothing if not the place for a great time, but many people who wander into Goodneighbour are vulnerable. From experience (Both personal and second-hand), Hancock knows alcohol + easily accessible edibles/hard chems + vulnerable and desperate doesn't equal anything good. So, he decided against it.

He refuses to give them to AJ because the guy is sketchy, and he's heard about the whole 'Chems For Kids' thing. Hancock's been working discreetly on solving that issue. If he wasn't keen on drunk adults having access to edibles, you can believe he'd have a real problem with anyone tryna sneak it to kids, let alone that kinda dirty money making its way back to him, and that's if AJ didn't sneak some into his own pockets. Which he likely would.

So, that brought him to Daisy. Besides, it also makes up for the ingredients and he lets her pocket a good percentage of the profit as chems isn't usually her deal.

Once more, actually does his job as the fucking Mayor.

Like with the children, he makes sure drifters and such also have warm clothes for the Winter.

Also ensures everyone has clothes suited for Summer heat, too.

Essentially, twice a year (Autumn and Spring) he'll go around Goodneighbour with a survey to see who needs what, at least a few weeks in advance of when the seasonal weather for Autumn/Winter and Spring/Summer usually rolls in. Then, he organises a mass order to all of the trading caravans for suitable clothes, shoes, etc. Then he'll organise a day with timeslots and stuff where groups of people can go up to his office and get what they need.

Imagine a watchman at the entrance of the Statehouse, with a name list and time slots, and a queue outside of the door. In Hancock's office, it's full of cardboard boxes and tables. Him, Far, Daisy, and a few watchmen all giving out the items and checking them off.

Hancock has plans and blueprints to expand Goodneighbour so some of the apartment buildings just outside of the walls can be included in the town. Has a few trading deals on hold and watchmen guards he could use as contractors in mind for the job of converting the Pre-War buildings into livable homes when he is able to.

Unfortunately, with the Warehouse rats and Supermutants settling down just outside the gates, he had to postpone the plans to focus on other issues. All his contractors had to stay as Neighbourhood Watch guards and security just in case the mutants attack. The mutants are on his to-do list, but first is the Warehouse job and making sure people can stay warm in the attic instead of the homes he was hoping to have done before Autumn and Winter.

He predicted temporarily losing more workers in the Winter due to sickness, but didn't necessarily expect some to be rats, unfortunately. So, his options are limited when Sole meets him. Hence sending a stranger to Pickman Gallery and other things.

It's also why he doesn't mind traveling with Sole. Until Spring, his hands are mostly tied when it comes to progress.

Staying in town when he knows he can't do all of the things he needs to makes him antsy. He doesn't like sitting around and doing nothing when he knows his people are relying on him, so it helps to get away from it for a while.

#I'll reblog with the second half but I reached a limit apparently #Like in the game he basically just sits around and doesn't do anything for the town like???#His terminal basically makes it seem like he just collects caps.#Which it is not in his character to just collect money without giving it back to his people #So massive clothing giveaways! At the very least #There's also no apartments in Goodneighbour just the hotel and people sleep in his attic???#Why is everyone basically homeless #Surely he wouldn't stand for that realistically. I feel like Goodneighboour has at least one building for housing #But it started to get to a point where it wasn't enough #So Hancock let them into the attic as a temporary solution until he could give them better #It's better than the streets #But no one can be paying any kind of tax without housing so like. It's been a struggle for at least a little while #Hence why he relies on the businesses to bring in the caps to fund the extensions he wants #Fallout #Fallout 4 #John Hancock #Sole Survivor #SoSu #Goodneighbour #Headcanon

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traumxrei-archive · 1 year

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I KNEW THAT AZUL WOULD BE INTO THE MYSTERY BAGS !!

ik he's just tryna get the special ticket, but the way he's actually not against wasting his time AND money going through the long-ass line and tryna get another bag of shit that's probably not the ticket. and he's gonna keep going bc...sunk cost fallacy (floyd is so real and big brained for mentioning that)

n i feel kinda proud bc I CALLED IT !! in my 2022 azul b'day fic, azul was losing all his money AND his mind over trying to get a plush at a crane machine,,,,so now i can definitively say that it's basically canon *insert cheering noises* (if y'all wanna read the fic, find it here >:D)

#/trau rambles #i feel vindicated.#so he IS stupid (affectionate) enough to waste his money on stupid chances like mystery bags #me and azul: falling into the temptation of gacha #azul ashengrotto #floyd leech #jade leech #octatrio #twisted wonderland #sam's new year sale

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lucifer000sstuff · 1 year

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❝ CσႦɾα Fʅαɱҽʂ ❞ 🐍🖤

Summary🦋ꦿ⭒ : Yan!Dabi finds himself a male wife & decides to take him .

🎧 :

Reader's pronouns : He/Him

✎ I apologize for the fact that I've made y/n a male & gave him an appearance (well..this is for the female/other gendered folks & non-poc races.)

☁️ Warnings ☁️

➜ Blood (not much)

➜ Swearing/Cussing

➜ Toxic behaviors

➜ Manipulation

୨⎯ "Tags" ⎯୧

🧷@dabislittlemouse

🧷@dabisqueen

It was coming close to the night. The now dark sky highlighted with mesmerizing bits of pink,purple, orange & streaks of fading white reflected on the window of the workplace you were just closing.

You were tired , after having to deal with your co-workers & annoying clients,stressing out over deadlines & having to assist in designing a new closet a co-worker of your's is working on. It wasn't easy being a fashion designer as one would expect it to be & it definitely wasn't a walk in a park as you thought as a teen, unless that park happened to have a shit-ton of stress,anxiety fueling tasks with a certain date to complete because if you don't a bitchy old hag will cut your salary again & obnoxious individuals on the daily then yes, it was a walk in a park.

Little did you know..there was a shady individual in the background unbeknownst to you. That individual having followed you to & fro' your destinations for months now. That individual having several photos of you going on with your daily routine not knowing you're being watching in the shadows that individual having lewd thoughts of you only you anytime he...does things. That individual being an S ranked villain that has burned down cities, towns,buildings & even other humans with nothing but a manic,psychotic expression plastered onto his patched up face that'll have anyone & everyone running the opposite direction if they ever so unfortunately encountered the feared man by the name of Dabi.

But how did a S ranked villain fall for a fashion designer? Good question,the answer? Not even he knows but he does know how he met you...& god he wishes he'd done it sooner.

It happened after a mission some jackass with katanas fucked up his damned coat. He would've fixed it...but it couldn't be repaired.So Toga insisted on going to a fashion designer to get it fix & so she could also get some new clothes. He didn't wanna waste his time arguing with her so he agreed but he didn't wanna socialize so he gave her it to get it redesigned or whatever.

A few days later there was a knock on the base's door everyone was to occupied with some activity & he was just lounging on the couch of pure boredom so he went to answer the door & he was in a trance of awe as he looked at you standing in front the door your short,messy white hair being highlighted by the UV rays of the sun as they act like a curtain for your circular glasses that framed your amethyst eyes which highlighted your brown skin littered with black heart shaped freckles. You had on a baggy jeans & an oversized black shirt written « Chase Atlantic » on it. He couldn't see your body but god he was already worshipping it.

You looked at him with a fearful expression as one would when they see a villain in front of them “ S-sorry sir..musta' gotten the wrong address! ” gosh your slightly deep yet sweet as honey voice was mesmerizing if he hadn't fell for you he would've now. He snapped out of his mesmerized trance after you spoke “ It's fine in fac— ” then toga being toga ruined it she shoved him aside & quoted “ Oh don't worry you got the right address!! I have your yen right here ! ” she waved the money animatedly as she spoke then proceeded to had you it “ I thought you were supposed to come to the store to collect? ” Dabi stated as he death glared toga for a second before starting back at you with hidden lust . “ Oh...well..yes but you could choose whether or not you want delivery now ” you said with slight confidence as you handed toga the bag containing the articles of clothing. « Awh tryna be tough in front of a villain? How adorable » he thought. “ Oh?...ok then ” he said in faux shock. Toga thanked you for the delivery & left. “ You better not go snitchin' to the heroes now. Am I clear? ” Dabi said as he leaned on the door frame. “ I..I'm certain I wouldn't...I don't wanna be killed by your clan or anything ” you said still trying to keep up the facade of being tough. “ Welp..glad your sensible cutie ” he said before closing the door « Did he just call you cutie? I mean you certainly earned that title in his eyes but he didn't expect to say it out loud » “ That was probably nothin' ” he mumbled to himself in particular .

୨⎯ ≤ Time skip ≥⎯୧

He was stalking your for months now & today was the day. He was going to take you for himself. He had it all planed out , you take your usual route home , enter the ally way & bam! He snatches you up & takes you home <3 or...so he thought.

He was pinned up against a wall bit of blood running down his nose. Apparently he was so love struck that he forgot you could've had a quirk. That quirk being snake. Basically you were like a human snake.Even having the agility,venom & fangs of one.

“ Didn't know you'd be the one pinnin' me down dollface ” He stated as he smirked & wrapped his hand 'round yours in a slight attempt of get of your grip from his neck as he was getting slightly light headed. “ Shut your blasted mouth ” you alleged. “ Heh...make me ” dabi announced back in a joking manner. You really didn't take that as a joke since you bitch slapped him as a reply..that... making the man pissed.

“..I really didn't wanna go here babe ” he says, his sapphire eyes growing darker as his sentence goes on. “ But you left me no choice ” you were confused by his proclaim & * slam * you were up against the wall his hand held tightly around your throat in a way not to cut of oxygen but to slightly make you light headed.

“ I've been so nice to you , letting you live you life as you please ,lettin' you go 'bout your daily life without interruptions & that's how you repay me

y/n? By slapping me?! ” ...you were scared even though you never show your emotions much due to some....past circumstances you were to terrified of the scene unraveling before you to care whether or not your emotions were showing. You thought you were overreacting but that was obviously fucking wrong this man's a villain for fucks sake & you just angered him, he could incinerate you within seconds & how could you not be scared?!

The villain's eyes soften when he notices you tremendously shaking. The tears flooding your eyes & the way your lips quiver makes his stomach flood with regret. Although he hadn't done any physical harm to you he hurt you he sweard that he'd never hurt you but here it is you're on the verge of possibly breaking down with how your shaking , because of him.

« Shit dabi...what have you done?! » the voice inside his head shrilled with anger. “ Oh babyboy... baby I-I'm so sorry...” he blubbered while bringing you closer to his chest..in an desperate attempt of calming you down

Why was the same man who screamed at you calming you down?..well trying to? That was the only thought in your head while he snaked his arms around you & softly pecked your hair with his lips...even though you should hate him,even though you should be running,kicking, screaming at him to escape.... It was comforting.. listening to his soft words of seeming kindness was comforting it calmed you & just when he thought you were ok.

You cuffed him on his nose...the blood that was already falling from his nose was accompanied by another gush of blood after the sudden impact...due to instinct he held his nose in pain..you used that as an escape. You were sprinting towards anywhere to get away from this man but he was running right behind you like a fox chasing a rabbit for sustainability after slowly perishing from hunger for so long. “ YOU THINK YOU COULD FUCKIN' ESCAPE ME LOVE?! ” you heard the maniac scream behind you. You thought you could've, but you were oh so wrong.

Unfortunately for you,dabi roamed this alley way when he was a teen ,every crook,cranny,corner,escape & dead end was engraved in his head. He knew what he was doing..he was leading you to a dead end. So that way you can't escape & that's what happened you were trapped,trying to climb the wall you didn't notice dabi was behind you. He yanked your leg causing you to fall in front of him. “ Heheh, I have to admit..I loved the little goose chase you made me do honey. ” he slurred with no hint of good intentions he crouched down towards you on the ground. “ But it's time for me to take you all for myself. ” he picked you up in his arms you tried to squirm away but to no avail. “ Don't try to escape again baby...I'm already tried from the runnin' you made me do ” he stated in a joking tone. He then took out a white cloth “ You could try & try & try to escape me pretty boy but no matter what ” he said as the placed the chloroform covered cloth over your mouth & nose making you slowly fall asleep “ You'd still end mine anyways ” .

#touya todoroki #mha dabi #made by aki #dabi #mha villains #bnha dabi #mha toya #spotify #yandere #yandere dabi #dabi/reader

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tricornonthecob · 7 months

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LK 102: The Gluten Intolerable Acts

(pt 1) (pt2) (pt3) (pt4)

rolled a fucking 1 on charm, this kid does not get a break.

I wonder. How many times has he had to resort to using his traumatic background in order to de-escalate a conflict? How often does it work? How does it feel knowing that the best way to protect himself from others' casual cruelty is to reveal and relive a traumatic childhood in order to inspire enough passing pity that he keeps himself safe? Am I looking too much into a DIC cartoon?

Ok but you sort of deserved that.

Broad daylight. In front of everyone. Makes away with an entire fucking pie. I love him. I love this raccoon-ass frenchman.

Hey there, Lord North's Parliament? Yeah, its Hindsight. Yeah, not tryna step on your toes or anything but trying to smooth out a wrinkly situation with an unhappy populace by a series of acts and calling them "The Coercive Acts" may not be the best idea. Maybe find a better name for it? No? Okay then.

Moses I love you but read the room and recount his traumatic backstory a little quieter okay. Also jfc those are massive apples.

God this sounds so much worse as an adult and knowing the human capacity for cruelty. Henri my beloved let me hug you and love you and tousle your hair.

Well now we know why he's always acting out, avoiding chores, and constantly eating. Also probably where he ground his Sneak stats up to 100.

Okay honestly I love this part??? James found his little brother, Moses knew what it was like to be owned by another person and also live in hellish conditions on a ship...

OH GOD AND HE DIDN'T KNOW ENGLISH THE TERROR BUT THE TRUST, TOO, KNOWING THAT THEY ARE YOUR FAMILY NOW. THE. FOUND. FAMILY.

oh God hold... hold on I just need a second.

Your honor I love them I love sibling energy, ride or die.

Also I love this interaction? He's only known her a few months but has already decided she was also in the You Roll I Roll We Roll category, so he gets upset, but then Sarah very rightfully puts him in his place, and then they devolve into Georgian Speech and Debate kids enacting an interpretation of if Locke and Rousseau ever met.

Sarah: "Doesn't Phillis have rights??!!?!"

Henri: Word, she got you there, chief.

Gorgeous 100/100 the TENSION

I love how Phillis is just like "no, fuck the British, by the way I have a *fucking key to an entire print shop* go wild, kiddo."

Okay these lines about sabbath day feel very shoehorned in but gotta love Chaos Bitch coming in with the self-driven destiny, someone's all about Manifesting That Shit.

THE VOICE ACTORS ARE FLIRTING THEY SHIPPED IT

oh my GOD. Nigel, Basil, Chauncey. The writers came up with the most British names they could think of.

Basil is not having it. "You fuckin' wot? Woke me up for this? Waste of taxpayer's money."

To be continued.

#liberty's kids #Tricorn On The Cob watches LK And Makes Inane Commentary #sarah phillips #james hiller #sarah phillips/james hiller #henri lefebvre #redcoats #amrev #tricorn watches

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Uh, Wolf Haley

Golf Wang

Yeah

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no, I'm not

Threesomes with a fucking triceratops, Reptar

Rapping as I'm mocking deaf rock stars

Wearing synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks

Bedrock, harder than a motherfucking Flintstone

Making crack rocks out of pussy nigga fishbones

This nigga Jasper tryna get grown

About five, seven of his bitches in my bedroom

Swallow the cinnamon, I'm a scribble this sin and shit

While Syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men

(Syd, shut the fuck up) Here's the number to my therapist (shit)

You tell him all your problems, he's fucking awesome with listening

Uh, Wolf Haley

Uh, Golf Wang

Uh, Wolf Haley

Golf fuckin' Wang

Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses

I told him to quit bitchin', and this isn't a fucking hotline

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, I already got mine

And he's not fucking working, I think I'm wasting my damn time

I'm clocking three past six and going postal

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock 9's

This ain't no V. Tech shit or Columbine

But after bowling, I went home for some damn Adventure Time

(What'd you do?) I slipped myself some pink Xannies (yeah)

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

My mom's gone, that fucking broad will never understand me

I'm not gay, I just wanna boogie to some Marvin

(What you think of Hayley Williams?) Fuck her, Wolf Haley robbing them

I'll crash that fucking airplane that that faggot nigga B.o.B is in

And stab Bruno Mars in his goddamn esophagus

And won't stop until the cops come in

I'm an over achiever, so how about I start a team of leaders

And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide receiver

Green paper, gold teeth and pregnant golden retrievers

All I want, fuck money, diamonds and bitches, don't need 'em

But where the fat ones at? I got something to feed 'em

It's some cooking books, the black kids never wanted to read 'em

Snap back, green ch-ch-chia fucking leaves

It's been a couple months, and Tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

Uh, Wolf Haley

Uh, Golf Wang

Uh, Wolf Haley

Golf Wang, yeah

Goddamn goblin

Wolf Haley

Uh, Golf Wang

Uh, Wolf Haley

Golf Wang, yeah

They say success is the best revenge

So I beat DeShay up with the stack of magazines I'm in

Oh, not again, another critic writing report

I'm stabbing any blogging faggot hipster with a pitchfork

Still suicidal, I am

I'm Wolf, Tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved a cock in your bitch

(What the fuck, man?) Fuck the fame and all the hype, G

I just want to know if my father would ever like me

But I don't give a fuck, so he's probably just like me

A motherfuckin' goblin

(Fuck everything, man) That's what my conscience said

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Now the only guidance that I had is splattered on cement

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit

Dead

Am I supposed to know what this is referring to?

#gmanasks

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vanosslirious · 1 year

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BBS Dialogue Prompts #211

BBS Dialogue Prompts & Sentence Starter: [ 8 ]

SMII7Y

Did you just jump through the fucking glass?

I didn't think it could get worse, but sure enough, it got worse.

I don't love it, where is he?

He jumped, he's over here somewhere.

Let's get the fuck out of here, get back in!

You wanna go fight that?

Get me a better angle!

Can you guys get the fuck in here.

Stop trying to throw up in my face, bro, I'm just trying to read.

Is that a dagger, is she going to stab us?

Get it out!

I don't like this, boys, this is really uncomfortable.

That's fucking great, thanks for telling me that.

Does anyone have any bananas? I need food.

I don't trust this, nobody touch that, it's cursed 100%.

Don't tell us we're going to fight him.

Where'd he go, did I miss it?

Parallel park that motherfucker.

We're all separated!

Drop your money right now!

JERICHO | TUCKER

You look like you're gonna break my knee-cap!

I mean, it looks better than you.

Can we get out of here, I'm stuck.

Got real there.

You can't make me…it was mom's dying wish.

What's this flashing light?

What'd we miss down here?

Get up on top of my head.

Why are you tryna jump?

Okay, I'll do it for you.

GRIZZY

That was so fucking stressful.

I know you missed me so much.

I almost banned his ass.

That's a valid reason, bro.

I'm going to fucking shoot them in the back of the fucking head.

Bro, I just got here.

Take my cards, I know you want them.

I had to close my eyes for a second.

Which one is the lung? I want to rip it out.

Leave the mustache alone!

FL0M

Butter me up, baby.

I'm interviewing you.

Ow, the trap does work on us…

Just slightly off center, do you like that?

Dude, I didn't even get to see it explode, you sick fuck!

Why are you like this?

He's rude.

Look at this guy's knife, he's fucking poor.

Boys, we're sleeping nice tonight.

Murder him.

BLARG

I'm not a fan, actually.

Are you sure you want to go?

I got pages of the whole Bible here, this shit long...

Actually, I kind of wanted those.

Ah, shit, that's the only one I don't have.

That's me, baby.

I don't think I made it to the end once.

No, I don't think so.

I am simply a bottom dweller.

Am I getting murdered, why?

ELILIKESRICE

Don't worry about it.

You breathing is a waste of time!

That's one person, that's all I need, I only need validation from one person.

We're getting shitted on.

This is a horror game.

I'm being shot through the fucking smoke, bro.

He's gonna catch up and you're gonna regret it.

Oh my God, so close, we can finally end this.

This is the last one.

Are your fish fingers edible?

KRYOZ

Are you gaslighting me?

We always get hackers on this map.

Well, I mean, smoke's not bulletproof, I don't know if you knew that.

I actually didn't know that happened.

Shut up, and burn in hell, both at the same time.

I think you're in a spot that doesn't matter.

I don't think I should.

Don't get greedy.

Why do you have to say it?

You should just let it be subtle, and let it happen.

BIGPUFFER

I'm stuck in the truck!

Oh, I did not want these.

I didn't say anything.

What happened to us?

That hurts my eyes.

Oh, you broke my spine.

I'm not making it, I don't think…

He's not here.

I'm afraid of what his fantasies could be.

Are you doing pull ups on the bridge, where are you?

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