#i pull all these dumbass videos from twitter

[lowkeyrobin]

MCYT with a reader who would literally get into a fist fight for them?? Literally, if someone even looks at them wrong reader will throw hands. It's literally that meme (Random person) "GET YO FUCKING DOG BITCH" (MCYT) "it don't bite" "YES IT FUCKIN DO-" I'm sorry I'm feeling silly 😔

OH MY FUCKING GOD I LOVE THIS PROMPT AND THE REFERENCE TO THIS MEME LMFAOOO OH MY LORD BSHWJRHEJJAJW ; very vine oriented so I apologize. you threw me into a loop referencing that

MCYT ; "anytime, anywhere, I'd beat a bitches ass for you"

includes ; tommyinnit, tubbo, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, slimecicle, quackity, & foolish gamers

warnings ; language, talk of blood/injuries, physical fighting, vine cringe because I got very carried away and you can tell

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

he was one of those kids in high school that made light offensive jokes but would never fight anyone over anything, he's not a violent person at all other than in his jokes

but God forbid some random person look at you two weird in public, you're on their ass

you're more offended that they were judging Tommy at all, you couldn't care that they were judging you

"sorry, do you have a problem?" You squint your eyes at the person, "me and my boyfriend are just trying to shop and you keep following us around and staring, like, can I help you?"

just a teenage Karen

yall do take it outside when the motherfucker follows you out and begins to record you

you beat this fuckers ass to a PULP

Tommy's just holding the few bags of stuff you'd purchased staring down, jaw on the fucking floor like "Oh my God wtf do I do"

he had the vlog camera on so he kinda got it all on video before he pulled you away from the person

yall sprinted the hell away bc the security guards were running towards yall 😭😭

#neveridentified

#the person admitted guilt anyways and said they were planning to hurt you so no point in trying to track yall down for self defense

#i barely know the law shush

TUBBO

he physically has to hold you back from fighting people

"y/n, it's fine. they just want a reaction"

"let me beat them up!"

the other person's like "yo wtf is wrong with you????"

"sorry, my partner acts like a hostile animal when people piss them off, sorry"

he appreciates you defending him though, he does like using you as a weapon because he thinks it's funny

I mean at least you guys don't have to worry about getting kidnapped or anything because you'll be there to kick the motherfuckers ass

"GET YO FUCKING DOG BITCH"

"Oh they don't bite, it's okay 🥰"

"YES THEY FUCKIN DO HELP"

RANBOO

they just kind of accepted that you were like this

"I do not endorse violence unless you are y/n. I can't make them un-violent. I have tried, they're a vicious guard dog now"

hurricane Katrina? more like hurricane tortilla when you enter the building

yk the free style dance teacher vine? that'll be ranboo out in public and someone will stare at them all weird and you'll glare back

"walk away, walk away" you mumble, watching the person hurrily walk away as they see you like glaring daggers into their skull

your dynamic is the one vine that's like "Oh can I have a sip of your water?" and "It's not water or vodka, it's vinegar" "bitch what"

then you'll go make angsty edge lord posts to the one bojack horseman audio "I'm not a violent dog" and insert a clip of you beating the shit out of someone in high school

FREDDIE BADLINU

you post the "look at all those chickens" vine on your Twitter everytime you see a hate comment made for one of you

you love instigating fights w people online it's the funniest fucking thing

if you don't know how to reply to some dumbass edgelord response you'll just spam the guacamole vine until they shut up

"wait, why does y/n have so many soaps?"

"MIND YOUR FUCKIN BUISNESS DAVID"

Freddie's response to your violence is usually the saxophone seal vine. he genuinely laughs everytime he sees you fighting w someone online

sometimes you'll stream it while you wait for a response and while you're fighting online trolls who've been brainwashed by Twitter

"You're gay?!?!?!?11??11"

insert the "ms keisha dead" vine and the battle is over idk what to say

fight fire with fire I guess

NIKI NIHACHU

she hates yet loves that you'd fight ppl for her

oh, someone treated her wrong? you'll be trending on Twitter for fighting the person

#y/u/n will literally be at number 1 for a week

people edit the fight too

she appreciates it though, even though she doesn't exactly like to promote violence, she'll accept it from you

"Oh, don't worry about them, they're just a little... nervous around people sometimes"

"nervous? girl that mf is SNARLING at me"

you'll see a post that's like "me when someone tries to start shit w my s/o" and reply with the "hahaha I do that" vine

when I tell you she CACKLES reading online fights with people 😭🙏

CHARLIE SLIMECICLE

"get the F off my yard!" proceeds to have to drag you away from situations where someone's actin a little funny in a /neg way

he genuinely thinks you fighting people for him is funny

he'll tell the stories on stream and to his friends like "dude they fucked this guy up, I honestly feel bad for laughing"

honestly most the time it's people victimizing themselves

like that one meme where the lady very obviously and fakely falls over that bench on LIVE TELEVISION.

he's your biggest supporter

he's the old guy from that one vine of the kid singing "Oh wait a minute mister postman" and he does the whole ass high note

"here's y/n fighting someone for idk what because they're talking to the police 😋"

you're a problem at this point

QUACKITY

you've physically fought so many wild racists for him it's crazy

he'll gladly cheer you on

"AHHHH COME GET YO DOG BRO HELP"

"Oh it don't bite"

you proceed to bite the bitch

online fights are usually responded w the purple teletubby twerking meme

"L don't be a weak ass racist pussy next time"

you fight Logan Paul for some reason??? Twitter drama mostly

don't worry quackitys there to watch

17-3 don't worry... ehehehrhahahha

when he tells you that you need to stop instigating fights you send him the "They ask you how you are but you just have to say that you're fine when you're not really fine" meme BAHDNHAHA

FOOLISH GAMERS

"YOU KNOW WHAT DUDE? IM OUTTA HERE" vine in a nutshell with you two. I can't explain this but it makes sense I swear

"whatd you do to your eyebrows?" meme except its "Whyd you fight that person!?" "I don't really know!"

Twitter fights are like "and they were roommates!" "ohmygodtheywereroomates" I swear to fucking god

you love instigating shit with Twitter trolls

when you stand up for him/reply to edgelord haters for him he replies with the "country boy I love youuuuuuu" vine

"GIVE ME YOUR FUCKIN MONEY!" vine with the law and order intro is literallt how physical fights go

let's just say some stalker edgelords tracked you guys down at the streamer awards...

HE AND PUNZ GENUINLEY CHEER YOU ON

here you go trending on Twitter again

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #tommyinnit x reader #quackity x reader #ranboo x reader #badlinu x reader #tubbo x reader #freddie badlinu x reader #niki nihachu x reader #nihachu x reader #foolish gamers x reader #charlie slimecicle x reader #slimecicle x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader

[luvrrgirl444]

chapter 21: would u rather ft eren

“yo, wassup guys!” connie screamed into the camera. he was sitting in the passenger seat of jean’s car, as usual.

“today we’re back in the car-”

“-my car” jean interrupted.

you, connie and sasha all rolled your eyes.

“anyway, we’re back in jean’s car for would you rather part two, and we’ve got a not so special guest”

“you fucking cunt!” eren shouted from the backseat. he was sat behind connie, with his arm around you. you were sat in between him and sasha. connie mocked eren and flipped him off.

you rolled your eyes. “as this dumbass was saying, today we’re here with eren. aka photography guy. aka that one hot drummer. aka-.”

“bro can you thirst for him on twitter and not in the car.” connie said, gagging.

“not even thirsting, just being real.” you shrugged, making eren chuckle.

“someone spay this motherfucker.”

“shut the fuck up, we didn’t even mention what we’re eating today.” jean interrupted, once again. “sash?”

“today, we’re eating chick-fil-a! because eren’s never had it. allegedly.”

“allegedly?” he questioned.

“yes. anyway, we’ll see you when we get the goods.” sasha said, smiling.

🫧

“WE GOT THE FUCKING GOODS” sasha screamed. “now, we’re gonna get the questions and get this shit started.”

jean pulled out his phone and went into instagram to find the questions.

“alright. would you rather be hot and stupid or ugly and intelligent?”

“hot and stupid” connie responded. “i already am.” he smiled.

“delusional ass” jean replied.

“y’all, please stop gassing connie’s ugly ass up.” you said.

“y’all not funny.” he rolled his eyes.

“ugly and intelligent is obviously the right choice.”eren said.

“definitely.”

“DICKRIDER” connie shouted.

“bitch shut up. as i was saying, those scientist paychecks are heavy. if i’m getting paid millions, i wouldn’t give a fuck about how i looked.” you agreed.

“bitch think she mariah the scientist.”

you rolled your eyes and pulled connie’s ear. “you want me to beat your ass so bad.”

“hot and stupid. i could literally get a modeling job and i’d be rich too.” sasha argued, before taking a sip of her milkshake.

“okay, thats valid.” jean said. “nobody wants to be fucking stupid tho.”

“id rather be stupid than ugly.” connie piped in.

“you’re already both tho?” you said, making everyone giggle, except for connie.

“imma need you to choke on that chicken.”

“moving on.”

“would you rather be bald or have no teeth.” jean read out. “bald. no hesitation.”

“definitely bald, i could literally just wear wigs and nobody would know. those human hair wigs go crazy.” you said.

“being bald is crazy. i’m having no teeth and getting dentures.”

“connie, you’re literally one shave away from being bald” sasha told him. “i’m going bald too, i need my teeth.”

“my hair is my best feature. i’m getting dentures with connie.” eren said.

“my motherfucking man!” connie shouted and dapped eren up.

“you two are fucking insane.” jean grimaced.

🫧

you guys did about 5 more would you rathers before ending the video.

“thats all for today guys, hope you enjoyed us screaming like children! see you in the next video!”

the recording ended there. a black screen then followed, with the question “would you rather choke and die or subscribe to bigcheese4000?” on it.

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[nightgoodomens]

What do you think of what has happened in the last few days? Idk why but I'm sensing a shift in the dynamic of the 4 of them…

Well I can only guess…

This is going to be long:

Let’s look at the last few months.

So I did say from the beginning that the wives thing is nothing but pure promo for AL’s photoshoot. GT must have been asked to do it until BAFTAs because that’s when it stopped, and while AL tried to keep it going, GT cut her off very quickly - she was reposting her sometimes but not playing the wives tag game anymore. And then it stopped completely.

But anyway. I don’t think DT is a fan of AL. So either he put his foot down and said he doesn’t want her in the sketch, or… maybe she was meant to have a job by then and be gone. It would explain why she was not included in BAFTAs and why the wives thing ended right then too. And also why she was excluded from The Way. Let’s be honest here, she was excluded big time. It’s like… she wasn’t meant to be there anymore.

AL was clearly bothered. She snapped at a fan, she obsessively posted and reposted that she was there, she later whined about being dissed from The Way too. I sort of wondered whether she was under impression that she’d have more screen time and it was cut out, because she whined about people noticing the second she was left with as if there was meant to be more. It was all sort of bizarre since the producer was… her boyfriend. Like… go complain to him? Why you’re looking for attention from his fans?

So perhaps she was not meant to be there because of starting a career that… never actually happened so suddenly her heart “grew fonder” and she jumped on the love train of MS instead. It’s just so… blatant.

She tried to pull GT into more promo but GT didn’t play along. GT promoted The Way because she was involved, and there were those two selfies for The Nye from DT that felt like he posted.

DT sorted out an agent for GT with all the promo (including major PR at the BAFTAs) and AL did not even congratulate her “wife”.

And, and I hope it was on purpose because that’s the funniest shit AL has ever done - when GT posted her chocolate content, AL went on Twitter, found MS/DT photoshops, and retweeted it with “excellent content”. Ouch!

Let’s also note that AL even promoted BAFTAs when she got a seat from DT but now when he’s accomplishing other things but she doesn’t get anything out of it… Crickets.

So we agree this wives and family bullshit is over right.

AL keeps on trying with MS to prove they’re totally in love, but he’s giving nothing so it’s not working. She notes she’s alone, he makes a point to stay with fans every night or at the bar. I’d get the hint. This is on top of miserable selfies, not doing photos with her for Nye press night, and then liking a tweet from some “actress” chic after not liking anything from “fans” for a long time. Ai ai.

I think Michael has been done for a long time.

So there’s that.

Then we have GT and DT.

DT as usual is taking all jobs possible, perhaps to stay away from home, perhaps he just loves and needs to work. The rumour always was that he’d take anything to stay away from home. I don’t know. When GT posts videos, I can see that.

He seems to be on top right now. Which I’m super happy about. Perhaps his wife isn’t though.

She happily got snogged on the red carpet on his big day, and had articles about her on his big day too, she happily accepted him sorting out his agent for her, she also played along with the whole family thing etc when she needed an agent, now that she got what she wanted… Crickets.

Funny how it works with these ladies, eh?

We have him dragged to promote her family, put up like a puppet for a photo, and she writes a sweet post about the cousin. Before that, he’s told to do a dumbass video because her followers totally need to see it! He makes it clear he doesn’t want to do it, she has him do it anyway. Meh.

Next day, he wins a prestigious award.

Silence. For him. Because bestie got a sweet post for her birthday. DT? Nothing. When she finally posts it’s a repost and she tags the wrong awards. Then posts about being on a concert. Next day someone had to tell her she fucked up so she posts the same but takes the wrong tag off.

Still not a single word of affection. Or a joke she fucked up. You know, a fraction of what she gave her cousin, and used DT for, or what she did for her bestie. But no.

So, I don’t know. Is she jealous? She always kept him low, suddenly he’s gaining confidence thanks to MS, scoring great jobs, winning fantastic awards. She’s losing control.

Or are they fighting? Or is he already done?

I don’t know. But the fact that MS’s MOM posted before DT’s wife… and when GT eventually did she made a point to make it completely underwhelming… especially compared to what else she posted… well if she wanted us to notice it, she did.

I don’t know if DT not being there for the award has something to do with everything that’s been happening, I’m more likely to believe that he simply had work conflict.

It’s just… I see this image of a bloke who spent his whole career trying to sort something out for GT, when his big day happens he makes it about her and MS, and AL uses him too, and then when he accomplishes things…

Crickets. From all of them.

Well. Apart from mama Sheen.

It’s sad really. He deserves better.

#NightGoodOmens talks PR

[belatinysun]

Originally posted on twitter!

happy birthday kageyama tobio, our most beloved pouty, blueberry boy 💙 here's a lil fic for u:

When Tobio is surprised with a huge chocolate cake on his 27th birthday, he starts to think about some pillars in his life.

He thinks about how he's in a new team, living a whole new routine, but everything around him feels deeply nostalgic.

From the smiles of his teammates when they win a game, the caresses he receives on his hair and his high school friends annoying him during their video calls, to the sight of his sister preparing curry whenever she visits him, everything is new but still old.

Because Kageyama Tobio's been surrounded by loved ones for years, always creating bonds with them. It's a reality he always dreamed of for his future and only later realized he already had it.

Trust, peace, love. He's had all of these feelings for years. And he is sure that he's truly, unconditionally loved as soon as Shoyo pulls him into a crushing hug, tiptoeing to rest his head on the crook of Tobio’s neck. He feels warm.

Like always, their bodies feel warm together. They feel complete. Tobio can't help but smile at such feelings.

“I can't believe you lied to me.” Tobio whispers, rubbing his face against his boyfriend’s soft curls. “I thought you'd only arrive tomorrow.”

“Surpriseee,” Shoyo sing-songs, sounding delighted as he rubs his head against Tobio’s body. “I told you I'd get revenge on your birthday!”

“Dumbass.” Tobio’s smile grows wider. He remembers surprising Shoyo on his birthday, in June. And now he's being surprised in December.

Shoyo had said that the flight from Brazil to Italy was delayed, so Tobio didn't imagine finding him in the hallway—singing happy birthday with a cake in hands—as soon as he opened the door.

But it's a wonderful surprise. The best gift Tobio could have gotten that day.

They break apart and keep eye contact for long seconds, admiring each other’s features with dreamy looks. Then, Shoyo gently cups Tobio’s face to stroke his soft cheekbones with his thumbs, a gentle touch that he knows Tobio loves.

“I missed you, querido,” Shoyo says, voice filled with love and affection. Tobio is totally mesmerized by his boyfriend’s honey eyes, and he only stops looking when they close their eyes as soon as Shoyo leans up to plant a peck on his lips. “Happy birthday, Tobio.”

It's just past midnight and Miwa suddenly calls him, like she always does every year.

Before answering, Tobio only has time to pull Shoyo closer to press his lips against his once again, two vibrant smiles meeting each other tenderly. It's quick, but enough for now.

Tobio wouldn't want to change anything about that perfect day.

~ Fim 💙

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[mrsweasley23]

NSFW: Slutty Steve dresses up like a maid...

A mutual mentioned Maid Steve to me, then I saw an amazing edit on Twitter of him wearing the costume and took it as a sign to smash out this smutty smut. If anyone has the pic, I'll love you forever. This dumbass forgot to save it.

Also on ao3

CW: degradation, name calling, face slapping and lots of cumplay

Eddie: How's your day going baby?

Steve: Fucking lame

Steve: Can't wait for you to get home

Home. Their home. Steve loved the fact Eddie was in a band. Loved to see his man up there on the stage, raw, glistening, hypnotic; the best fucking foreplay known to man. And he loved how happy it made Eddie. This was exactly where he was meant to be, creating, performing, shining like the bright fucking star he was. But it meant that he wasn't always there. Steve was home alone. A LOT. Lots of time to think about Eddie, to get himself worked up over Eddie, desperate to fuck himself senseless over Eddie. Which is quite frankly what he would spend most of his time doing if Eddie allowed it. But Eddie liked him to wait. To save it for him so he could come home and bask in the desperation that literally rolled off Steve, as he begged and begged for release, for Eddie's cock, for ANYTHING Eddie would give him. And, fuck, it was always worth the wait.

Eddie: Send me that video of you from Halloween. Wanna see you cum

Steve: Could do you one live now... O

Eddie: Don't even fucking think about it, sweetheart. You're not cumming until you're full of me

Steve: Please, Eds. I'm fucking dying here. Swear I've been hard for the past two days

Eddie: Show me

Steve wrapped his long fingers around his thick cock, tugging it perhaps more than was permitted. He spat on his palm and circled the wet over the head, now red and shiny and took a picture. Send.

Steve: All for you

Eddie: God, I can't wait to suck you fucking dry

Steve: Holy fuck, Eddie. You can't say shit like that when you're not back until tonight

Eddie: You know the rules. You cave, I'm not going to fuck you. And we both know how fucking desperate you are for me to fill you up

Steve: Always. Need you so bad. Can't fucking bear it

Eddie: Don't you worry, baby. I'm going to fuck you full tonight

Steve: I'm counting down the hours

Eddie: As soon as I'm off that fucking stage, I'm all yours. Gareth and Jeff are going to pack up

Steve: Fucking legends

Steve: Hope tonight goes well. Send a pic before you go on

Eddie: You and these fucking leather pants. I don't want to tip you over the edge too soon

Steve: I'm not making any promises

Eddie: I'll keep them on for you

Steve's eyes practically rolled back in his head. He was hot, hard, throbbing with want. Eddie knew exactly how to drag out his pleasure, drive him to the brink and then snatch it away, over and over again. He knew exactly what got Steve going, exactly what to say or do to drive him fucking insane. Well, two could play that game.

****

"Steve. The leather pants have entered the building", Eddie chuckled, as he opened the front door to their apartment. No response. "Don't tell me you've fallen asleep baby. I have so many plans for you".

"Can I help you, Sir?" Steve purred, stepping into the living room, lips glossed, hair loose and wearing a french maid's outfit, his toned thighs bare beneath the short, black ruffles.

A low growl ripped from Eddie's throat. "Fuck me, Steve. What the fuck is that?"

"You like it?" he giggled, bending over the back of the sofa to reveal the distinct lack of underwear.

"You look...fuck...I can't even"

"Is there anything I can help you with" he paused, looking coquettishly over his shoulder, smirk playing on his lips "...Sir?"

"Oh, you don't know what you've done. I'm going to fucking ruin you," Eddie's spat out, as he lunged towards Steve, pulling his head up by his hair. "I'm going to make you clean up all the filthy mess you make." Steve groaned, feeling Eddie's breath against his ear, feeling the heat radiating off him.

"Make me dirty", Steve whispered through his teeth.

"Fucking filthy", Eddie growled. 

He hooked Steve around the waist and pulled their bodies together, mouths meeting in a clash of tongues, teeth and spit. Messy, desperate. Eddie's hands were digging roughly into the bare flesh of his ass. 

Steve pulled away for a moment, stepping backwards towards the bedroom. "I have another surprise".

"I'm not quite sure how you could top this little number," Eddie chuckled, gesturing at Steve, his eyes heavy with lust as he followed Steve's teasing steps. 

"I was just tidying the closet, Sir," Steve drawled, slipping back into role, "and I found all these things...". He gestured to the side of the bed, where he had meticulously laid out their very comprehensive collection of toys. "Are you a bad man?" he whispered. 

"The fucking worst. And you shouldn't have touched my things". Eddie stepped towards him, imposing, but the lightest hint of a smile playing on his lips. 

"I'm sorry, Sir. I was just so curious. Half these things I've never seen before"

"I should punish you for touching things that don't belong to you" 

"Show me" 

"Show you what?"

"What these things are for?". Steve grabbed a pink dildo, ironically his favourite, the one he loved Eddie to fuck him with whilst he was stuffing his cock down his throat. 

"They're to make you feel good," Eddie purred softly. "Do you like to feel good?" 

Steve nodded eagerly, pliant in Eddie's hands. "Show me. Please," and he climbed onto the bed, forearms and head planted into the bed, as he raised his ass towards the ceiling, a calling card to Eddie, a shining beacon. 

Eddie practically fucking roared as he neared the bed, grabbing Steve by the hips and pressing a kiss against his tight rim. "You're a fucking slut, Harrington". 

Steve wiggled his ass playfully, earning a harsh slap fresh against his cheek. "Oh fuck... Eddie... do that again". Eddie slapped him a second time before teasing his tongue inside Steve, who was now rock hard and dripping. "Just fucking look at you," Eddie growled. "Fuck... You're... gorgeous. Fucking glorious, Steve". A tongue became fingers and Eddie pressed the dildo against Steve's cheek. "Suck it". 

Steve took the toy into his hands and worked his tongue over it, before slipping it expertly to this back of his throat as Eddie's lubed up finger pressed deliciously into his ass. "Look at you, both holes full. You like that?". Steve moaned around the toy, eyes streaming as he pulled it out. "Want you in my mouth." 

"You don't get my cock yet, baby. I'm going to make a mess of you first. Want you begging for it" 

"Please, Eddie" 

Eddie pulled out his finger and took his hand from a Steve's hip. "I said NO" 

"Please, Sir" he ventured, a wobble in his voice. 

"Give me that," Eddie barked. The commanding tone shot straight to Steve's dick and he passed over the toy, sticky with spit. 

"You're not getting my cock but I'll show you how good this feels. You want that?" 

"Please, yes"

"Yes what?" 

"Yes, Sir. Make a mess of me"

Eddie ran his hands along Steve's ass circling the perfect roundness of his cheeks before pushing his finger back in. Mercilessly, he pressed his a second finger deep into Steve, as his boyfriend clamoured for more, pushing himself back. 

"So fucking tight. I'm going to fucking wreck this pretty hole tonight. You know that?" 

"Please" Steve whimpered. "It's your hole. It's all for you." 

At that, Eddie teased him with the tip, pressing firmly against the place Steve wanted it most. "Gonna let the bad man show you what this toy can do? " 

"Yes, yes, yes" he begged, desperate for friction, desperate to be filled. 

Eddie slipped the toy in an inch, admiring the sweet stretch of Steve around it. Slick pink on slick pink. He pushed it deeper, revelling in Steve's whimpers, until he had taken it all. 

"So big, " Steve choked. "So full" 

Eddie began to slide the toy in and out, a teasing pace at first, then as Steve got louder, he started to fuck it into him faster. "You going to cum from this dirty fake cock in your ass?" 

"Yes, Sir. Gonna cum. Can I?"

"Not all over my leather pants you're not" 

Steve stiffed a giggle. 

"You wait right there", Eddie commanded, and slipped the dildo out with a pop. 

Steve whimpered pathetically as Eddie stepped away from the bed, pulling his shirt off. Steve looked over his shoulder, moaning at the huge bulge threatening to burst it's way out of the tight leather. "Fuck." 

"You like that, hey? Like that your slutty little oufit and your desperate fucking hole got me all hard for you?" 

"So much," Steve slurred. "Want it so bad. Want you." 

"Want this?" Eddie quirked, bringing himself close to Steve's face. 

"Fuck yeah," he breathed, reaching towards the smooth leather. 

"Tell me, " Eddie barked, unzipping the front of his pants and palming his hard, bare cock. 

"Want you to fuck my face 'til I can't breathe. Wanna taste you. Smell you. Want you to fuck me so deep I'll feel you when you're gone again," he trailed off thoughtfully. Eddie's eyes softened for a moment before steeling himself.

"Here's what is going to happen." 

Steve's eyes fixed on him, listening, jaw slack, a fucking vision. 

"I'm going to make you cum. And I'm going wipe your filthy fucking cum all over my cock and my asshole. And you're going to clean up every last bit of it. Understand?" 

"Fuck... Yes, Sir"

"And then, I'm going to fuck you full. I'm going to bounce you on my cock so I can see every inch of that fucking outfit as I rip you apart."

"Oh...god..  yeah....please."

Eddie wiggled his way out of the tight leather, and climbed back into the bed, his huge cock rigid and weeping. He pushed the tip against Steve's gaping hole. "Oh please... Need it. Need you". He thrust in harshly, no warning, bottoming out and Steve yelped in response. "Holy fuck." 

"That's all you get for now," he snarled, pulling out as quickly as he'd slammed in. "Don't worry your pretty little head though. I'm going to stuff you so full later, you won't even know your own name"

Steve groaned in anticipation, moaning softly as Eddie worked his fingers back into his ass, pressing ferociously against his prostate until Steve was twitching and shaking. "Gonna cum Eds. So fucking good. Don't.. God... Don't stop". 

Eddie reached between Steve's taut thighs, fingers dragging along his taint, across his balls, before grasping his cock, cupping his hand around the head ready to catch the release his other hand was striving for. 

There was no let up in the pace and precision of Eddie's fingers and Steve finally snapped, spilling into his boyfriend's hand, cock throbbing as days worth of tension poured forth, as he bit down on his lip, curses falling freely, punctuated by deep, shaky inhales. 

"I can see you waited, baby. Saved this for me". He flicked his tongue towards his palm, catching a drop on the top before taking it into his mouth. "Taste like fucking heaven."

Eddie rolled onto his back, legs spread, knees to his chest, hand full of cum and let his hand glide along his cock, smearing Steve's mess all over it. He pushed two fingers into his ass, stuffing cum into his reluctant hole, before wiping what was left across his chest. 

"Look at the fucking mess you made."

"M sorry." 

"Don't apologise. Just clean it up. That's what you're here for, right?" 

"Yes, Sir" Steve breathed, still spacey from his orgasm. He crawled between Eddie's knees and ran his tongue up his thigh, Steve's face buried in the flesh.

"Fucking look at me when you do it. Wanna see you savour every drop of your own fucking sweet cum",. Eddie growled, yanking Steve's head up by his hair. He released his grip as Steve lapped hungrily at his cock, long strokes scooping up the load, swallowing it down, all the time their eyes locked, even as he dove his tongue deep into Eddie's ass, salty with sweat, a taste of the performance Steve had missed. 

"Like the taste of your own cum?" 

"Prefer you. Yours"

"Fucking cumslut"

"Am" 

"Do you think you got it all?" 

Steve shook his head, although he knew he pretty much had, he wasn't ready to take his lips away from Eddie, his head swimming with the taste and smell of him. He pressed his nose forward, taking Eddie deep into his throat as he swallowed around him. 

"Wanna taste you," he mumbled, his movements getting more desperate. 

"Not yet", Eddie stated, through gritted teeth. "You're going to have to taste my cum as it drips down your thighs, Steve. I'm going to pump you so full." 

Not words from Steve. A whine. Animalistic, wounded. 

He crawled up Eddie's chest, his tongue leading the way, the tang of sweat and cum dragging out more noises of satisfaction.

He reached Eddie's lips with a sigh, falling into a deep kiss as his hands tangled their way into his hair. Eddie grabbed his ass, pulling their bodies closer, pulling Steve's hardening cock against his own as he teased his rim.

"Ready for me?" he whispered into Steve's mouth. 

"Always." 

Eddie pushed Steve back, so he was straddling his chest, skirt ruffled and barely covering his cock. He stared Steve down, drinking in the sight of his chest straining against the tight dress, as he lubed himself up. He flipped Steve round, gripping his hips tightly as he drove himself deep, watching his cock disappear inbetween the fucking heavenly cheeks. 

"Oh fuck... So big... So deep." 

Eddie thrust forward, fingers bruisingly harsh, as he fucked in again and again. Steve's hands were in his own hair, overcome with sensation as Eddie slid deliciously in and out, watching the twitch of Steve's rim as it swallowed him whole. There was no escape for Steve, Eddie's steely grip dragging him down, down, down, as Steve fell down, down, down, deeper into himself. 

"So fucking tight. Love your fucking hole" 

Steve clenched at the words. "More. Want more".

Eddie released one hand from his hip to pull Steve's back by his hair, hissing in his ear. "You're stuffed full of my cock and you beg for more?" 

"M sorry. I'm so bad. Just need it. Need more. Need you." 

"Ungrateful slut," Eddie snarled, a twinkle in his eye, and three taps from Steve to let him know this was exactly what he wanted. 

He lifted Steve roughly off his cock, eliciting a broken sob that went straight to his own, tossing him carelessly back on the bed. Steve's eyes were glazed, hair matted with sweat and, fuck, did he look spectacular. 

"Dont think you deserve this, do you?" Eddie growled, trialing his fingers across Steve's cheek. 

"So sorry, Sir"

"Ungrateful. Shit." he barked, delivering a hard slap to Steve's cheek. 

"No one else gets my cock. No one. And this is how you repay me?" 

"Hit me again. Deserve it" 

"Damn right you fucking do" Eddie snapped, bringing his hand harshly to Steve's other cheek, who moaned headily at the contact, his dick twitching, dripping pathetically. 

He pushed Steve's thighs roughly back, exposing his red slick hole. "If I didn't love this so fucking much, I'd just leave you here fucking empty in that slutty fucking outfit, dripping cum all over yourself." 

Steve whimpered, clenching in anticipation of what he knew was coming.  

"Gonna make such a mess of you. Fucking wreck this perfect fucking hole." 

"Please... God...please." 

Eddie pressed his hand over Steve's mouth as he thrust roughly in, slipping two of his fingers towards the back of his throat. Steve's tongue lapped happily at them, sucking desperately as Eddie slammed in to the hilt, skin slapping, deep grunts punctuating each powerful thrust. 

There was no let up, Steve's hands bunching tightly into the sheets either side of him, eyes closed, savouring the fullness in every part of him, mouth, ass, ears, head. He was beyond begging. He was beyond words. Fucking incoherent. He was floating above, a spectator to the depravity, to the beauty, to his own undoing. A witness to the mess made of black silk and white lace, watching and feeling and feeling and watching. 

He was not the only witness. "Fucking.. Jesus..." Eddie stuttered, digging his fingers into the flesh of Steve's ass as he clenched around his cock, slamming against his prostate for one last time before he exploded, fucking roaring as he pumped Steve full of his cum. Once the throbbing in his ears and his cock had subsided, he reluctantly pulled out. 

"I've made such a mess of you, baby" 

Steve murmured in response. 

"You made a real mess of yourself too. Think I need a fucking picture. All fucked out, in your little slutty outfit, covered in your own cum, with my cum dripping from your red raw asshole. You're a fucking masterpiece. Couldn't curate this better if I tried"

He pressed his fingers against the dripping hole, catching some of his cum before lifting them to Steve's mouth. "Open up, baby. Know you want a taste".

Steve opened obligingly, blissed out, lapping gently at his fingers. 

"More?" 

"Mmmmm" 

Eddie grabbed Steve's hand from where it laid resting against his side, and pulled it between his legs. "So fucking wet, fucking filthy". He helped Steve coat his fingers then guided his hand back to those perfect lips, the bottom one decidedly red and swollen where Steve had bitten down on it.

"There you go, baby." 

Eddie stepped back and grabbed his phone, snapping Steve as he sucked the cum deliriously off his fingers. "I don't think you've ever looked better, baby." 

A faint smile played on Steve's lips, all he could muster. 

***

"I've got a warm washcloth okay, baby. I just going to clean you up a little" Eddie purred softly, rubbing gently between his thighs. Steve murmured in appreciation. 

"Not that your method of cleaning wasn't a lot of fun" he chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss at the top of his thigh. 

"You okay if we get this off?" he asked, tugging at the skirt. "Because quite frankly, it needs a second outing so we need to wash it"

Steve groaned. "Can't move. You broke me" 

A wide grin spread across Eddie's face. "You asked for it..." 

Steve sat up slowly, arms in the air, inviting Eddie to lift the dress over his head. "Try not to get cum in my hair..." 

"Not the hair!" Eddie cackled but, slipped the dress carefully over Steve's head, before running the washcloth across his chest. He lay down next to Steve, head on his chest, content in the feeling of flesh on flesh. 

"Fucking love you for doing that for me."

Steve tugged lightly at Eddie's curls. "Missed you. Wanted to do something nice for you" 

"Believe me, that's the nicest fucking thing you could have done for me. Fuck... you looked incredible. Can't believe I didn't fucking shoot my shot the moment I saw you." 

"Plenty of pics for tour though?" 

"If the dress is staying, I'm never leaving again. " 

"Deal" Steve laughed, pulling Eddie on top of him for a kiss. 

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie fic #sluttysteveharrington

[pearl-blue-musings]

Time In A Bottle Epilogue: As It Should Be

Welcome to the end!! I’ll have a formal write up about how I feel about the series after all of this but here’s the last chapter!! This has been so exciting and thank you all for being there with me 🥰

Pairing: Bakugou x fem!reader x Shinsou

Warnings: just some good ol fluff, quirkless, pet shop au, 18+

A warm and comfortable smile comes to your face as you place your phone in your purse. You’re sitting in the passenger seat of Shinsou’s car as he drives the three of you toward Denki’s shared penthouse. The atmosphere in the car is calm as you sigh contentedly. Bakugou has kept his attention mostly outside until he hears you breathe. He gently taps your shoulder causing you to turn your head toward him, back against the seat.

“Hm?”

“You alright?”

Shinsou’s attention slightly shifts toward you as he briefly checks his peripherals for your expression. You nod softly and lean into the blond’s touch. His finger rubs at your cheek and you can’t help but smile at the small yet loving gesture. His gruff voice huffs before he flicks you and sits back in his seat. You scoff and gape at him. You feign hurt, “how rude!”

He snickers and crosses his arms. “Then don’t be breathin all hard like somethings wrong, dumbass.”

You roll your eyes at his strange affection, hiding your growing grin with a pout as Shinsou tries to stifle a laugh. After chatting with your new friend group, you discovered Denki moved in with his longtime girlfriend and fellow YouTuber Jirou in a penthouse across town. With the money they’ve made, he was able to find a place close enough to his work but faraway that no one could figure out where they live. You were excited to finally spend time with people other than Mina and Hanta. You love them, you really do, but since finally coming to terms with your losses and current sentiments, you’ve been branching out and doing more. At one point you never thought you would ever move on or heal from losing your beloved, but life is funny that way. Now you’re teaching what you love, reconciled with your fiancés family, have new friends, and managed to score not one but two boyfriends.

You continue to contemplate in peace when a gravelly voice stops your thoughts. “Can you let Kaminari know we’re here? He said there’s a back garage we can enter, right?” You hum in accordance and shoot the electric blond a text.

As you direct Shinsou into the garage and give him the code, you check out Twitter and Denki’s YouTube channel to see just what he was talking about. Your eyes widen and you gasp out. Over 2 million views? Comments about wanting to visit the shop AND get PawsOn business? Why has he been holding this back.

“Holy shit…” you mutter.

Shinsou pulls into a spot and stops the car. Bakugou mumbles out a “fucking finally” as you there leave the car. Shinsou wraps an arm around your shoulder and kisses your forehead. “What’s up, kitten?”

Your stomach still gets butterflies anytime he calls you that and you shut your eyes in slight embarrassment. “I was letting Denki know we’re here when he said to check out the stats on the video you two were in. You’re a hit!”

The three of you step into the elevator and head up toward the top floor. Bakugou takes your phone to see what you’re seeing. “You have your own phone ya know.”

“Tch, but yours is open,” he says with a smirk and a pinch to your ass where his hand now rests. His vermillion eyes go wide as well as he sees the comments and views. Some of the comments even go as far as to say he and Hitoshi should become YouTubers for their separate businesses. It’s been a while since he’s felt this kind of vindication since he quit teaching. Maybe this is how he can help fill the void he’s been missing since his first career choice was taken away from him. As he pulls you closer, an aura of positivity and calmness overcomes him. He never thought working with animals would bring this out of him or help him reopen his heart to love and the world around him.

As the elevator rings and opens to the penthouse, Shinsou looks around in awe. This is how the rich live? How insane. But as he enters, a loving smile comes to his features as he sees you approach and hug your new found friends, seeing Mina and Sero in the mix as well. Guess you three were the last to arrive. He places a hand on the back of his neck as he makes himself comfortable on a couch. Since starting his ventures, he had his time pictured and viewed very differently. However, he’s very glad that his trajectory has altered to include you and Bakugou in it. And who knows? Maybe becoming a YouTuber is the next step in making extra money and securing his future.

Just so long as his future contains the two of you and your loving pets.

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|| haikyuu boys catching you awake at 3am ||

includes: suna rintarou, kuroo tetsurou, & iwaizumi hajime

a/n- hiii!! wow i did not expect my previous work to get that much attention :,) thank u all so so much i appreciate it a lot <33 anyways this is a very self-indulgent imagine (??) for my touch starved and lonely ass :D hope u enjoy!! 

warnings: has a bit of cursing !!

SUNA - 

suna is a light sleeper so it was only natural for him to get up when he heard noises coming from the kitchen at the crack of dawn. slowly opening his eyes, he instinctively reaches out for you and scowls when he felt nothing but cold empty sheets.

getting up from bed wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweats, he quickly checks his phone for the time then makes his way over to the kitchen where said noises came from. meanwhile you were sitting in the kitchen wearing your earphones and doing work on your laptop oblivious to anything happening around you.

there suna stood staring at you while you typed away on your laptop with the occasional singing into an imaginary mic with a hand on your chest and head bop. he just stood there with a smile on his face admiring how cute his s/o is.

after a few minutes you finally noticed your boyfriends presence and almost flinched at the sight of him. “rin..what the fuck are you doing there?!” you looked at him and maybe stared at his exposed chest a bit too long, but immediately snapping your gaze back up to meet his eyes  while giving him an unamused look.

he smirks as he walks over to you, not missing the way you looked at him “i heard random noises coming from the kitchen so i checked it out. what are you even doing? its 3 in the morning.”with a scoff you bring your attention back to your laptop “i’m working.”

sitting on the chair beside yours a comfortable silence envelopes you as he rests his head on his forearm, watching you type away. right as you finished your work, you hear growling which prompts you to stop quickly turning your head in the direction of your boyfriend who’s now pouting at you as he pats his stomach.

looking at him you let out a laugh “do you want ramen? i’m kinda hungry too.” lifting his head up a bit to see your face better he smirks “only if you make it” standing up from your seat feigning offense as you roll your eyes at him “who else would cook it then?”

after eating ramen and staying up to watch the sunrise, the both of you ended up sleeping on the couch with you cuddled beside him with one arm around your waist and the other behind your head.

KUROO -

kuroo is a very organized person, he takes his job very seriously and that’s why he is in his office at 3am trying to get a paper due in a week done ahead of time. you on the other hand decided to show your support by staying up with him while singing along to your shared playlist and scrolling through pinterest and twitter.

he was just about done with his work when he noticed how quiet its been the past few minutes, which confused him since you were just singing a few moments ago, so out of curiosity he stretched his arms and got up from his chair. slowly and quietly making his way out to the living room

once he entered the room he saw your laptop and blanket shoved to the side of the couch, and quickly realizes that you probably went to the bathroom since you rarely went to bed before him. kuroo being kuroo took this as an opportunity to scare you.

he padded over to the bathroom making sure to be as quiet as possible and stood beside the door waiting for you to finish. after washing your hands you go to grab the doorknob and just as you open it.. “BOO!” your idiot boyfriend shouted.

“AHH WHAT THE FUCK TETSU!!” you shrieked hand on your chest. “not funny tetsu. you almost gave me a heart attack.” you murmured glaring at your boyfriend who was now clutching his stomach and laughing obnoxiously. “hey kitten” he finally gets out.

you walked past him and back to the couch with an annoyed look on your face. following you back to the couch he plops down right beside you, but you ignore him and put on your earphones. “kitten” he drawls out “don’t be so upset, it was a harmless prank” poking your arm continuously.

now looking at him with a pout “i stay up for you and you decide to almost give me a heart attack??” he cups your face gently and gives your lips a quick peck “it was a prank. plus you’re not staying up for me, you just want to watch cat videos on twitter”

you hit his arm playfully as you sigh “whatever.....but you owe me ice cream tomorrow.” laughing he replied “deal.” then you pulled out your computer and watched cat videos cuddled up next to him for another 30 minutes before he drags you with him to bed.

IWAIZUMI -

iwaizumi was sleeping peacefully until he felt an itch in his throat, he tried ignoring it hoping it would go away, but alas it seemed like it wasn't going to go any time soon. so with a groan, he sits up  to get water. once he fully opened his eyes, he realized that you werent in bed meaning you were probably still doing your work.

sighing he gets up and makes his way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen where he saw you sitting down with one leg up on the chair as you type on your laptop. “babe” he says making his presence known. you look up at him and give him a sheepish smile

“hi haji...” walking towards you he sighs “why are you still doing that dumbass” he glances at the clock and continues “its 3am you should be sleeping” as he looks at you unamused. “i was just working so that i wouldn't have to do anything tomorrow and i didn't notice the time, also im almost done!”

you announced looking at him proudly. “what about you huh? why are you up haji?” he gets up and grabs a cup of water and drinks it, while you follow him with your eyes and a raised eyebrow. “my throat was itchy, so i went to get water”

walking back to you he hands you the cup signaling for you to drink it, and you do. he pulls out a chair and sits beside you “hurry up so we can go to sleep” you look at him with a teasing smile painted on your face “aww can't sleep without me?” you tease not missing the slight pink tint on his ears.

“just shut up and finish your work.” giggling softly you save your work and close your laptop “actually i kinda want some ice cream from the store” he just deadpans at you, groaning he got up went into the bedroom and came out wearing a jacket ready to head out.

“you are unbelievable” he tells you as you give him the biggest smile and a wave goodbye. he comes back to you asleep with your head resting on your forearm, iwaizumi tsks and grumpily puts the ice cream in the fridge while he puts your laptop away and carries you to the bedroom bridal style

after he gently gets you into bed and gets the both of you under covers, he is quick to wrap his arms around your waist while burying his face into your hair. smiling to himself because his s/o is adorable, he softly whispers “goodnight dumbass.”

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[shotorozu]

hello! i love ur writings <3

wanted to request a hc of todoroki, deku, and bakugou and their reactions to the tiktok trend where those two girls are laughing and ppl put their friends/family members in the camera thinking it’s their friend or something 💀 (here’s a link to one of the videos https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMe6oFVx5/ )

once again, love ur work and hopefully i did this request correctly 😩🙏🏽

s/o’s friends laugh at them

character(s) : bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku, todoroki shouto (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk’s not specific

headcanon type : crack, fluff (x reader)

note(s) : i always say that i’m going to upload more, since i haven’t in a day but i’m going to keep my promises this time. and maybe after my content dump, that’s when i’ll fix my masterlists

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bakugou katsuki

this prank was very risky just like the other pranks you’ve pulled on him but that doesn’t stop you at all

you decided to do this prank after seeing it on the fyp— and also because of the prank’s simplicity since all you needed to do was download the tiktok

you called katsuki over when he finishes working out, and it all seems innocent “katsuki! come over here.”

katsuki, irritated— as he had just finished his exercise, he marches over to where you’re seated “what now, dumbass?”

“i want you to meet my friends!” katsuki only raises a brow, because he’s PRETTY sure that he’s met all of your friends

“now??” he sighs, “i thought i met all of your stupid friends.”

“not all of them,” you grin “c’mon please, katsuki?” and it’s over when your eyes twinkle, and he can only sigh— sitting next to you

“okay, let me meet them” he asks, and you pull up with your phone (that’s now filming, and with the video playing) and show him your ‘friends’

“this is katsuki! my boyfriend,” you introduce him to your ‘friends’

and he’s SO offended when your friends burst into laughter, “WHAT THE HELL’S SO FUNNY, EXTRAS??”

man was really about to explode your phone into pieces— and i’m serious about that part 🧎‍♂️ his hands were creating mini sparks out of anger

you had to coax him that it was just a prank, and they weren’t actually your friends

katsuki’s just 😐 “what did i expect from you?”

promise him that the video won’t go viral, and it won’t be seen by thousands and thousands of people.

you were wrong, and the video AND the audio ended up going viral. and katsuki had to hear his voice on tiktok for WEEKS.

“YOU TOLD ME IT WOULDN’T GO VIRAL DUMBASS” he fumes, red irises zeroing in on you.

“WELL SORRY— I DONT CONTROL THE ALGORITHM, but at least you’re famous!”

“fuck off,” he doesn’t mean that. but he just needs to learn how to not fall for your shit again, despite being really whipped for you

midoriya izuku

you’d feel bad because izuku’s ALWAYS at the receiving end of your pranks 💀

similar to bakugou, you decided to prank him because of the simplicity of the prank— and he wouldn’t get TOO offended by the prank’s nature, right? wrong 💀

izuku swings the door open, a couple of snacks held in his arms, “hey Y/N! i brought some snacks— what did you need me for?”

“oh, i want you to meet my cousins!”

he immediately goes red, setting down the snacks he brought to your room “your c-cousins? oh no no no, Y/N why didn’t you tell me? i could’ve showered before hand— i could’ve fixed my face and wore something different—”

poor izuku. he’s gesturing to his post workout state, since he was in such a hurry to get to your room with snacks.

but you brush his concern off “don’t worry, izuku! it’s through call. they won’t be able to smell you anyway.”

he calms down, and this when you decide to start the tiktok. “i’m going to call them,” he only nods, quickly hurrying over to your side— to meet your ‘cousins’

“say hi, izuku!” he nervously smiles, showing his face to the camera and waving his hand— totally oblivious of the intentions

he’s stammering on the introduction, and that’s when the rather hysterical laughing starts

he blinks, the feeling of defeat courses through his entire body— the green haired boy immediately moves away from the view

why exactly is izuku genuinely sad from your ‘cousins’ laughing at him? well,, it was always a thing for him to try his very best to be likeable to your relatives

your parent(s)/guardian? they adore him. siblings (if there’s any) they’re also very fond of him. so while you say that they’re your cousins— it still means a lot if he made a good impression

“i,, should’ve changed!” he sulks, the fact that the laugh was quite hysterical didn’t aid the issue, “your cousins will never like me,,”

his mind is put at ease when you tell him it’s a prank— and they’re not actually your cousins. so he doesn’t need to do any redeeming, regardless of the fact that he ‘just met’ them

he sighs in relief, actually glad that it was all just another innocent tiktok prank (that did make his heart race 10x faster)

the video blows up, his distraught reaction being splayed across the fyp, it eventually getting onto twitter— his face being used as an reaction video

“you’re viral, izuku!”

he’s content, despite his distraught reaction being spread across the internet. but he just wishes that your actual cousins don’t see it 💀

todoroki shouto

is most likely aware of your tiktok pranks— but please 💀 this one looked realistic to him, so how was he supposed to tell??

anyways, you decided to do this prank because you wanted to see how he’d react to your ‘family members’ laughing at him. his reactions are golden though

it’s harmless, in a way— it’s mostly a harmless prank. shouto knows how to not take things too seriously, but you just wanted to see his reactions.

“shouto, could you please come over here?” you call for him to sit right next to you, patting his usual spot next to you.

“what is it?” he asks, getting comfortable next to you, kissing your temple— and that’s when you pull out your phone

“i want you to meet my siblings!”

shouto’s puzzled, because one— he always prefers to meet your family members in person, and two— he didn’t know you had siblings (or more siblings)

“we’re not meeting them in person?”

“oh wait! i forgot to mention that they’re working abroad. so we can’t really schedule a meeting in person.”

shouto’s skeptical, but you reassure him further “it’ll be quick!”

the dual haired boy chooses to believe you which was honestly really wrong of him, “alright, i’ll meet them.”

he moves next to you, peaking at the screen “say hi to shouto!”

he was expecting a few things but,, them breaking out into hysterical laughter was just something else

shouto’s so confused 💀✋ someone please help him, it’s like you spoke to him in simlish. that’s what his reaction would be like.

and he’s just thinking things like— why are you guys laughing? is there dirt on my face? i didn’t even say anything funny??

“why are they laughing? love, i didn’t even say anything funny??”

oblivious shouto. he’s not even aware that it’s all just a tiktok prank. but he must say— he’s a little bit disappointed that he already has a bad impression on your ‘siblings’

it’s your turn to laugh, making his thinking at a vague state— shouto’s trying to think of pieces of dialogue he might’ve missed

“it’s a prank, shouto— look,” you replay the tiktok of the girls laughing, and it comes clearly to him now

“oh.” 🧍 honestly, why is he so shocked? it wasn’t the first time you managed to prank him in such a similar nature.

he’s not mad though— rather, shouto’s impressed. “love, i adore you— but i’m not sure on why i got surprised.”

“right? i’d think that you’re used to this but i guess you’re not!” nah, he just believes you a little bit too easily.

but that doesn’t mean he WON’T be suspicious when he actually has to meet your siblings.

“these,, are actually your siblings? no pranks this time, right?” he just wants to make sure. he won’t fall for your potential pranks again!

also, the video does well, the comments being filled with “LMAO HE LOOKED GENUINELY CONFUSED” “shouto todoroki being confused for 20 seconds straight 🤠❓❓”

shouto is very confused on why the girls were just laughing, putting everything aside— he just doesn’t know the context of that tiktok 🧎‍♂️

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likes and reblogs are appreciated, thanks for reading!

i do not own bnha/mha and it’s characters. boku no hero academia/my hero academia belongs to horikoshi kohei, i only own the writing and i do not profit off of my hobby

do not plagiarize, reupload, translate, or use my works for audio readings without permission

#bnha imagines #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha imagines #bnha x y/n #bnha fluff #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki headcanons #todoroki x reader #todoroki imagines #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou imagines #bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou headcanons #midoriya izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #midoriya x y/n #midoriya imagines #midoriya headcanons #midoriya x you #todoroki x you #bakugou x you

[forrest-of-hearts]

Shinsou as a boyfriend headcanon's

♡you're in class 1a and at first he absolutely DESPISED you♡

♡started to warm up to you during his training with aizawa♡

♡you also training with aizawa♡

♡him taking forever to realize his feelings mans isn't the best with emotions♡

♡him confessing right before he transfers into class 1a♡

♡you start dating♡

♡staying up together until 5am and waking up at 6am to train♡

♡cat cafe dates♡

♡you being bestfriends with mina, sero, denki, kirishima, and bakugou even tho bakugou won't admit it♡

♡shinsou getting in daily roast battles with bakugo♡

♡you having to keep them from murdering each other♡

♡chugging monster on the roof of the dorms at 3am♡

♡calling each other dumb pet names like "dumbass, gremlin, sleep deprived hoe, the dumbest person alive💖" just to name a few♡

♡taking depression naps together♡

♡if you have dark humor, him living for it♡

♡him living for your humor in general...even if you laugh at that video of a piece of bread falling over he still loves it♡ totally not me

♡ if you wear platforms he worries over you walking down stairs and shit♡

♡making spotify playlists for each other♡

♡watching spongebob together for no reason♡

♡him being insecure about his quirk and you reassuring him♡

♡you being insecure about your body and him absolutely hyping you up♡

♡helping each other study♡

♡you reading fanfic you love to him♡

♡him meowing at you randomly♡

♡joining when you bark at creepy men♡

♡him copying your voice with his mask to freak people out♡

♡you both run an aizawa stan Twitter account♡

♡trolling endevor and other shitty heroes on Twitter♡

♡pulling the dumbest pranks on bakugo together♡

♡running away from bakugou so you don't lose your lives♡

♡making fun of each other constantly♡

♡if you have social anxiety he helps as much as he can♡

♡spontaneous dates♡

♡having to finish each other's memes♡

♡screaming "this bitch empty" and him screaming back "YEET" and then throwing an empty plastic water bottle and bakugou♡

♡ he loves to play with your hair♡

♡ you never beat him in uno♡

♡him never beating you in monopoly♡

♡ getting into whisper wars because you have a yelling trigger♡

♡throwing disposable empty coffee cups at bakugou and making a game out of it♡

♡ watching anime together♡

♡buying each other lunch♡

♡you biting him at random times♡

♡saying "I love you" five months into the relationship♡

♡you said it first♡

♡making a endeavor hate account on all social media♡

♡shoto finds it and all three of you end up being bestfriends♡

♡stealing Endeavour's credit card♡

♡buying random shit and sending it to your classmate's after stealing said credit card♡

♡ Iida hating that you and shinsou will display enormous amounts of pda to annoy him♡

♡pulling pranks on the teacher's♡

♡the teacher's never realize it's you two♡

♡KING of cuddles♡

♡ loves when you spoon♡

♡also loves it when you lay on his chest♡

♡pissing off aizawa♡

♡him loving to lay his head between your thighs♡

♡him loving your quirk no matter what it is♡

♡you telling him he has permission to use his quirk on you whenever he wants♡

♡ him always asking if it's ok to do something before he does it. Example: "can I hold your hand?"♡

♡making bakugou gag when you do lovey dovey shit around him♡

jkdjkjdk if you read this thank you so much. This is my first time writing a fanfiction of sorts so sorry if it sucks lmao.

#shinsou headcanons #bnha headcanons #shinsou x y/n #mha shinsou #shinsou hitoshi x y/n #mha headcanon's #shinsou hitoshi x reader #shinsou x you #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou #shinsou #shinsou hitoshi #x reader #x you #x y/n #hitoshi shinsou

[shipskicksandgiggles]

5 with Parkner

Also if possible Tony being stressed as heck that they met and immediately started flirting?

For the romance asks?

ah. okay so like all my old favorites that I was too scared to write? got it, how we feeling about dumbasses not using their real names

prompt: "Do you believe in love at first sight?" (from this list)

Read (Like We're Meeting) For the First Time here on ao3

~~~

“Are you excited?”

“I’m fucking terrified dude, what the hell does this even mean?”

Harley had his phone on speaker as he ran around packing a suitcase, his Discord broadcasting voice chat as loud as the tinny speakers would allow.

“It means you’re getting somewhere in the world. You should be proud.”

“I know, I know. And I totally am, don’t get me wrong, but all I’ve ever known is this tiny town. Christ, what about my mom? I’ve only ever lived with her and my sister, this is huge.”

Basically, Harley had an internship. Up until about an hour ago, that internship had been long-distance.

When he was 12, he’d proved himself to Tony Stark of all people by helping fix the Iron Man armor. Then, when he was 16, he’d been offered a position where he could learn and be mentored by the man himself. Initially, he had turned it down because he was still basically a kid, he couldn’t move to New York. Fortunately, Tony came back with an alternative: he could work from Tennessee, he would just check in via video chat every so often.

Harley was 18 now. He was taking a gap year and thinking about where he’d go to college, but legally, he was an adult, and Tony Stark was offering to relocate him to New York so he could finally get the full internship experience.

“But like, good huge right? Life changing, career altering, fan-fucking-tastic? C’mon Jay, why are you so panicky over this?”

“Because this is completely and utterly batshit fucking insane, Benji. This is…” he trailed off, at a loss for words.

“This is everything you’ve ever wanted,” Benji filled in. “It’s too good to be true.”

Then there was Benji. It’s funny how they met, but after a fight over sci-if media on Twitter had led to a truce over Doctor Who, they swapped Discords and learned that apart from disagreeing over Star Wars and Star Trek, they had pretty similar interests.

It was an interesting friendship. Neither one had seen the other’s face, and since he wasn’t on his personal account at the time, Harley had chosen to go by his middle name when he introduced himself. No need to have anybody trying to find him, even if they weren’t a creep.

Which Benji wasn’t. They might not video call, but voice calls were telling enough, and he certainly sounded close to Harley’s age. He’d heard Benji in every mood from over excited to just waking up in the morning, and he didn’t think he’d ever get tired of it.

He sighed. “Maybe that’s it. Point is, I have to get on a plane tomorrow and I have no idea how to pack to move across the country, so I’m going to let you go and actually go get my mom.”

“That’s valid. Text me when you land okay?”

“Of course, darlin’.”

His phone beeped to signal Benji hanging up, and he dug his way out of a pile of clothes to plug it in so it wouldn’t die later. He looked at his mess of a room and sighed deeply.

“Mama!”

~~~

Peter tossed his bag into the back of the car that pulled up before realizing that Happy wasn’t the one driving. “Mr. Stark?”

“Hey Underoos. Hop in.”

Tony Stark was sitting in the pickup lane of his high school, sunglasses and all.

“Not to sound ungrateful or anything, sir, but where’s Happy?”

“It’s his day off,” Tony shrugged. “Anyways, I was out running errands and figured I’d save you the trouble of taking the subway.” He leaned over and popped the passenger door open. “You coming?”

He’d had weirder days. “Sure.”

What could only be described as Dad Rock played softly from the radio, and Tony drummed on the steering wheel as he waited for the car in front of them to move. “It was your last day of school today, right?”

“Yeah. College here I come,” Peter cheered half heartedly.

“Well, you have summer vacation first. Plus college is going to be so much fun.”

“I just have to find my Colonel Rhodes,” Peter joked, remembering all the stories Tony told him about his MIT days.

“You’ve got your one friend though. Ted?”

“It’s Ned, Mr. Stark.” He checked his phone. Jay should be texting him any time now to say he landed. He didn’t want to say he was worried, but people he- he didn’t want to say loved- cared about had died on planes, and he didn’t want Jay to be added to that list.

“You okay, kiddo?” Tony asked.

“Everything’s fine,” Peter assured him. “What errands do you have to run?”

“Oh, I’m pretty much done. Mostly groceries and other boring adult stuff. We just have to stop for one more thing.”

“What is it?”

“It’s a surprise.” He slid down his glasses for dramatic effect. “Let’s just say your summer is about to get a lot more fun.”

“That’s not terrifying at all,” he grumbled. “Wake me when we get there, I’m exhausted.”

~~~

He woke up disoriented. “The hell?”

“We’re here, kiddo. There’s someone I want you to meet.” Tony climbed out of the car, and Peter followed, blinking to adjust to the harsh sunlight. He hung back a little as Tony strode forward to meet with someone.

That someone barely hit the bottom of the stairs coming out of an airplane before Tony enveloped him in a hug.

“Geez old man, you’d think you’d missed me or something,” the guy was saying, and gosh if that voice didn’t sound familiar.

“Little shit,” Tony said affectionately. “When did you get so tall? I’m putting bricks on your head when we get home.”

The guy laughed, and Peter froze. There was no way-

“Harley, I want you to meet the other intern.” He was dragging him over to meet Peter, and he considered running away.

Peter snuck a quick glance at his phone before they made it to him. Jay hadn’t texted him yet. There was still a chance it wasn’t him.

“Hey, I’m Harley,” he said, extending a hand to Peter. “Harley Keener.”

Maybe it was good he hadn’t seen the guy’s face before. He might have actually imploded.

“Peter Parker.”

Harley paused briefly. “It’s good to meet you Peter Parker,” he smiled. “Sorry, I have to text a couple people and let them know I’m on the ground, then we can do this meet and greet for real, huh?”

“Sure, man. Take your time.”

~~~

Harley texted his mom and Abbie that he made it to New York, then he opened up Discord and pulled up his thread with Benji. Peter’s voice reminded him so much of his, but the guy had been radio silent all day.

To Benji: landed safely! hope your exams went okay :)

There was no immediate reply, so he pocketed his phone and turned back to Tony and the other intern. “Sorry about that, you know families.” He noticed that Peter had pulled out his own phone.

Wait-

“It can’t be,” Peter whispered.

“No fucking way.”

“Harley!” Tony yelled, scandalized.

They ignored him. Peter looked between Harley and his phone before tapping something out on the screen.

His phone dinged.

From Benji: they went great, weird thing though, kind of ended up at the airport myself

“Holy fucking shit.”

“Oh my god. Jay?”

“Benji?”

Peter nodded, and Harley couldn’t resist running forward and pulling him into a tight hug.

“So this is what you look like in person?” The question was muffled in Peter’s shoulder.

“Could say the same about you,” Benji, no, Peter, returned.

“Always wanted to meet you in person. Thought it would go a lot different.”

Tony looked between the two of them, an expression somewhere between confusion and horror plastered on his face. “What the hell is going on here?”

They exchanged a look.

“It’s…” Harley started.

“A long story,” Peter finished. “Can’t say I was expecting this plot twist though.” He threaded his fingers through Harley’s, and he grinned.

“Amen, darlin’. What do you say you give me a tour of the city?”

“Mr. Stark can drive, but I’ll narrate,” Peter agreed.

Harley ducked into the backseat of the car, which unfortunately meant letting go of Peter’s hand. “I can work with that. We ready to go?”

Tony sighed. “So, you too have met,” he concluded as he put the car in drive.

“In a way,” Harley confirmed.

“So I guess that means I don’t have to worry about you two not getting along?”

“If he can keep Star Trek out of his mouth we won’t have any issues,” Peter laughed.

“Same goes for you and Star Wars, asshole.” Harley poked him in the side from behind, and Peter shrieked.

“Okay, okay. Boys, no fighting. At least not while I’m driving. I’m just happy you two are actually going to be friends.

“Friends, definitely. I think we can do that,” Harley winked in the mirror.

Peter turned in his seat to smile at him. “Totally.” He turned back around, and waited for a beat until he spoke again. “I mean, do you believe in love at first sight?”

Harley leaned forward to kiss Peter’s cheek, and they both fell into a fit of giggles when Tony nearly pulled over the car just to yell at them for being gross in his presence.

When he finally caught his breath, he looked at Peter with his dorky smile and rosy cheeks. This was his Benji, and god he was glad he finally got to meet him.

#parkner #harley keener x peter parker #harley keener #peter parker #fluff #fluff and humor #getting together #long distance friendships #humor #ellis writes

[kayluh1915]

More Than Anything

Words: 3,813

Pairing(s): Pedro Pascal/Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ Only!

While enjoying a long awaited drink, you find yourself entertained by the young bartender with horrible jokes. Pedro, however, doesn't see the humor in the situation.

DISCLAIMER

This fic is a part of my "Pedro y su Abeja🐝" series. You don't have to read the previous stories to understand this one, but they're there if anyone would like to give them a glance with your peepers. I write them as a reader insert, but they can also be read as an original character. It's up to you.

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Enjoy!

Read on AO3

Additional Warnings: Daddy kink, dom/sub undertones, oral sex (female receiving), dirty talk, hair pulling, vaginal sex, and creampie.

London was beautiful.

Maybe a bit too cold for your tastes, but beautiful nonetheless.

It was your first time ever in the city… actually, it was your first time out of the States period. You always loved to travel, but never had the time or the money to invest in it. So, being in a new city and a new country was extremely exciting.

Big Ben was gorgeous, the London Eye was romantic, and Buckingham Palace was elegant. So many new and exciting sights all around you and yet your only focus was on Pedro, holding on tightly to his arm as he escorted you down the red carpet.

“Okay?” He asked, turning his attention towards you for a moment. You smiled up at him and nodded, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you did so. The red carpet still made you incredibly uncomfortable, but you had gotten better at it since Oscar night. It’s not something you enjoy, but you didn’t mind it as long as Pedro was there for you to follow and hold onto.

“After I finish presenting, we can head to the afterparty if you want. There’s really no need to stay if you’re not feeling it.” He offered once you were finally away from the blinding cameras.

“That sounds great, actually. I could use a drink."

"Yeah? What're you feeling?" You pondered for a moment.

"Honestly, I'm not really sure. Maybe something with vodka or bourbon."

"Bourbon, huh? Are you homesick?" You scoffed playfully and rolled your eyes with your tongue stuck out at him, earning a deep chuckle as he placed a kiss on your temple.

He teases you about that every time bourbon is brought up.

After the usual press interviews and greetings with Pedro’s peers, you were finally able to take your seats, getting as close to him as possible while he draped his arm across the back of your seat.

Before meeting Pedro, you loved award shows. It was an excuse to get off your ass with friends and shit on the biased bastards who clearly chose the winners on other criteria besides which film had been best crafted.

Now, you fucking hated them. Having to sit still in a seat and listen to these rich snobs drone on and on about nothing important for hours on end with no booze or idiotic friends to laugh with made it damn near unbearable for you. Pedro knew this and picked up on your fidgeting about 40 minutes into the show. He placed his hand on your bouncing knee, gently rubbing his thumb over it.

"You can go on to the party if you want, Abeja. I still have a bit before my presentation and I know how restless you get with these things.” You shook your head, going back to bouncing your knee, but a bit gentler this time.

“Nah. I want to stay here with you and show my support.” He chuckled.

“You don’t have to prove anything to me and you know that." A split second of silence fell between you as you weighed your options, but he wasn't having it.

"Go. Have a drink and loosen up a bit. I’ll come find you after I present and we can watch the clip together on YouTube later.”

Normally, you wouldn’t listen to him and would tough it out. Pedro lit up like a kid on Christmas anytime he was on camera and you loved to see it, but he was right. The video of him presenting would be on YouTube within minutes of it being aired so you’d still be able to see it.

"... Okay. I have my phone if you want me to come back." You offered.

"Alright. I’ll see you in a bit, honey." You exchanged a quick kiss, bunched your dress up in both hands, and nearly booked it out of the theatre, more than happy to finally be away from all the formal shit.

You were the first one at the party, rushing over the bartender and ordering some Jim Beam and Coke. Pretty basic, but it was just something to get you started.

"Your accent is lovely." The bartender complimented as he slid your drink to you.

"Oh, this ugly thing?" You gestured to your vocal chords. "I respectfully disagree, but thank you. I’d much rather have one like yours. Sounds much nicer than deep fried hick." The young man laughed, resting his elbow on the bar.

"Where you from?" You took a sip of the concoction before answering.

"Kentucky. Born and raised." The bartender looked at your drink and then back at you.

"You're not a little homesick are ya?" He asked, gesturing to your drink. You groaned, rolling your eyes and laying your head on the bar.

"Why does everyone ask me that? I just like bourbon, okay?" The bartender laughed again as you took another sip.

"Yes ma'am. I apologize. I'm Brice." He held his hand out for you to shake. You did, giving him your name in return. "So, this your first time in the UK?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The afterparty had a lot more people now, the three drinks you've had relaxing you and tinting your cheeks blush red. It wasn't enough for you to ditch your filter, but it did make you quite giggly.

Brice especially found your giggle fits endearing. He had been talking to you the entire time you’d been there, only leaving to serve the other guests before coming back over to you. He'd lean on the marble bar as you spoke and he started telling you bad jokes just to get you to giggle. He seemed like a pretty cool dude.

"Can I ask you something?" He asked, watching you closely as you down your shot of whiskey. You put the glass back on the bar with a clank, letting out a sigh as you felt the liquor run warm down to your stomach.

"Sure. What's on your mind?" You answer. Brice takes the glass from you and washes it quickly, drying it off with a towel as he seems to ponder on how to say what he's about to say.

"You know, you're pretty awesome and I would love to get to know you better away from all of this." He started, gesturing around the party atmosphere. "So, I was wondering if you would like to exchange phone numbers? Maybe socials as well?"

Ah Lord. You were nowhere near drunk enough to deal with this shit. Brice seemed like a cool guy, but you didn't think you were coming off that way and immediately felt terrible for leading him on. You opened your mouth to say… something. You weren't really sure, but it was going to be better than dumbass silence. However, you didn't even get a word out before you felt a familiar hand on your back and Pedro’s voice right by your ear.

Perfect. Just in time to be used as a gentle decline.

"There you are, I've been looking everywhere for you." You spun around to come face to face with Pedro, your face instantly lighting up as soon as you saw him. He looked you over with a smile, noticing your flushed cheeks and drunken giggles.

"I see you've had your drink." You nodded, holding up four fingers. "Oh, four. Excuussse me."

Pedro looked over to Brice and ordered his own drink. He noticed that the young man had a melancholy look to him, his blue eyes shifting right back to you as soon as he acknowledged his drink order.

"Is he bothering you?" Pedro whispered, not taking his eyes off of the bartender as he made his drink. You gasped, pretending to be offended.

"Nooooo! Brice would never!"

Pedro wasn't usually a jealous man, but something about the current situation was making his blood boil. He concealed it well and thanked "Brice" when he handed him his drink.

"I'm going to go say hi to some friends. You wanna come with me?" You groaned, not really wanting to put your formal face back on, but your desire to be around Pedro as much as possible outweighed all of it.

“Fiiinnee. I’m not talking, though.” He held his hand out for you to take, helping you down from the bar stool before placing his hand on your lower back. He gave the bartender one last glance, trying his best not to feel the pride swell in his chest when he saw how devastated the poor guy looked.

About an hour had passed when you returned to the bar for another drink, Brice apologizing for being forward as he slid you your shot.

“I didn’t know you were with someone. I’m sorry.” You fanned your hand at him, downing your shot in one go.

“It’s no big deal. I didn’t say anything so you couldn’t have known. For what it’s worth, I think you're an awesome dude and would love to exchange socials with you. You have a discord?” Brice’s eyes lit up as he nodded, grabbing a pen and paper to write his username on.

After exchanging little scraps of paper, you continued chatting with him and ended up getting giggly again from the shot. Brice noticed and started telling his horrible jokes again, but your drunk ass still found them fucking hilarious. You were still sober enough to keep the filter, but you were talking and laughing pretty loudly.

Brice was in the middle of a joke when you felt Pedro’s large and warm hand wrap around your upper arm. You melted into him with a fit of giggles, Pedro laughing at how cute you were as he brushed a few strands of hair out of your eyes.

"C'mon, honey. I think it's time for us to turn in." Pedro said, a groan leaving your lips.

"Let Brice finish this last joke and then I'll come okay?"

This time, Pedro didn't hide his rage, looking up at Brice with the most intimidating look he could muster while he had you drunk in his arms. It definitely worked, the poor dude shrinking in on himself as his eyes widened with fear.

"A-actually I'll send it to you on Discord, okay? I think you should go with your boyfriend." Brice stuttered out, clearly intimidated by your sweet teddy bear which you found hilarious. So hilarious that you didn't even question why he was angry in the first place.

Pedro was satisfied with Brice's answer and deep down felt terrible for being such an asshole, turning his attention back to you leaning on him and still giggling.

"C'mon, Abeja. Let's go."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The door to your shared hotel room had barely shut before Pedro had you cornered, his eyes dark and the smell of his cologne dancing under your nostrils. You had sobered up a bit on the drive back to the hotel and was starting to feel tired.

You whine pitifully, mildly upset that he was keeping you from your plans of peaceful dreams.

"What is it, P? M'tired." You groaned. Pedro scoffed above you.

"Am I not enough for you?" He growled. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion and look up at him.

"Huh? What're you tal-"

"Is this old man not enough for your little pussy? Huh?" You froze and swallowed hard, now understanding where he was going with this and you very much liked it, your exhaustion instantly forgotten.

"N-no… You're perfect." He chuckled darkly, leaning down to trail his lips gently over your neck. You moaned quietly, feeling his stubble tickle your sensitive skin.

"Really? Then why would you waste your time with that... boy?”

Ooohhhh. Brice.

"He-he was just being friendly. He seemed like a pretty cool guy an-"

Pedro interrupted you by slamming you against the door, pinning your wrists to the cold steel as he got close to you, his lips only inches away from yours.

"You have no idea what you'd be missing." He snarled, your pussy clenching hard from just his words and voice alone.

"... Show me, then.”

Pedro growls low in his throat and pushes you harder into the door, now holding both of your wrists in his left hand as he caresses your face and lifts his knee up to your clothed cunt.

"Gonna fuck you so good. Your young little pussy won't be able to take it all." You whined quietly, grinding yourself down onto his knee.

"Please..." Pedro's breath hitched, his grip tightening on your wrists.

"See, look at you... You're already coming apart and I've only given you my knee. That boy wouldn't even get you this close with his inexperience. Only I know exactly what you need." You were squirming at this point, your juices already starting to soak through your panties.

"Please, Daddy… Please..." You begged as he pressed his knee even harder into your dripping heat.

"Patience, my sweet Abeja. Daddy will give you everything soon."

He jerked your wrists forward, pulling you close as he let go of his hold to grab your ass and hoist you up. You quietly squeaked in surprise, wrapping your arms and legs around him as he quickly carried you over to the bed. He threw you down on it, the springs protesting lightly from the sudden weight as Pedro began to strip.

He almost had his undershirt unbuttoned when you sat up and tried to unzip your dress, but he stopped you by pinning your wrists to the mattress.

“Only Daddy’s allowed to take that dress off, baby girl.” You whined, another gush soaking your already damp panties.

He let go of your wrists again and continued to undress, looking over your body hungrily as he did so.

“I bet you’re soaked already, aren’t you, pretty girl?” You nodded rubbing your thighs together as your pussy clenched again. He parted your legs and haphazardly lifted your dress. He groaned at the sight of your heather gray panties darkening in color as your arousal continued to seep.

The stylist had highly advised you to wear sexy underwear with the dress, but you didn't care. You'd take comfort over looks anyday and Pedro didn't seem to have a problem with your choice of underwear.

He took his right pointer finger and ran it gently over the darkening patch, the bulge in his boxers twitching and somehow getting harder.

"Fuck, look at you. So shameless." He wraps his arms around your legs and pulls you to the side of the bed while getting down on his knees. You impatiently began to fidget, knowing exactly what he was doing. He pulled your panties aside, the sight of your glistening pussy spurring him on as he yanked you closer and licked you from your opening to your throbbing clit.

“Daddy…” You sighed, your hands instantly tangling in his hair. Pedro groaned, the vibrations and his facial hair feeling heavenly. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and threw them over his shoulders, pulling you even closer and pressing the pads of his fingers into your smooth skin.

“MMmmmm.” You whined, the sudden movement causing your pussy to clench around nothing. You spared a glance down to Pedro. You could only see his eyes, but that was more than enough, his dark chocolate orbs staring up at you with a dizzying mixture of adoration and lust.

Pedro loved how wreaked you looked, your mouth hung open and your eyes hooded. He took pride that he was the one making you feel this way, knowing that he was the only one who got to see you like this.

He’d had plans on taking his time with you, slowly bringing you to one orgasm after another with his tongue, fingers, and cock; but the sight of you losing yourself just on his tounge alone drove him crazy and he grew impatient.

He pulled away from you too soon for your liking, his lips and chin glistening with your arousal as he yanked off your underwear in one swoop. He discarded his boxers as he stood up, pinning you to the bed as he drug the head of his cock through your slick folds a few times.

“You’re mine, understand?” You nodded quickly, wanting so desperately for him to get on with it. “Say it.”

“I-I’m yours, Daddy… Please….” You begged.

“Please what?” Your mind was so fuzzy with arousal, that you could barely process the words he was saying, let alone compose some of your own, but Pedro wasn’t having it. He grabbed a handful of your hair and yanked it, the delicious mixture of pain and pleasure only making your neediness worse.

“Answer me.”

“Fuck me!” You whined, your voice hoarse and weak, but still loud enough for him to get the message. Pedro let go of your hair and caressed your face, the gentle gesture a far cry from how he’d pulled your hair barley seconds ago.

“Good girl.” When he finally pushed himself in, you both made noises of pleasure, Pedro wasting no time. "God, you feel so good, baby." He groaned, starting to thrust into you faster. Though you both were inpatient and did very little foreplay, you were still absolutely soaked.

“You hear that?” He gruffed, his facial hair tickling your jaw as the sounds of your wet pussy squelched almost musically. “That boy could never get you this wet. You’d probably have to- fuck- have to use lube just to get started.”

You were already close. It’d been a hot minute since you’ve seen each other, your music classes revving up for concert season and his schedule getting booked by the day. It was hard to be away from one another for so long, but this… this made it worthwhile. No toy or vibrator could ever top the way Pedro made you feel.

"Pedro…" You groaned.

"That's it. Scream Daddy's name, baby girl. Show the boys who you belong to."

His cock repeatedly rubbing against your g-spot sent waves of tingling pleasure all throughout your lower half, the intensity of it building higher and higher as he continued.

"Don't stop, Daddy. Please don't stop." You whined, your voice getting higher as your orgasm grew closer.”

"Cum on Daddy's cock, Abeja. Let him feel you drip." Like a rubber band being pulled too tight, you snapped, your back arching off the bed and your toes curling. It hit you hard, your pussy drenching his cock and throbbing relentlessly with wave after wave of chilling pleasure.

“Mmm, Daddy’s gonna cum, baby girl. Whe-where do you want it?” He panted, his movements slowing for a few seconds while he waited on your answer.

“Inside…” You whined, your orgasm still wreaking havoc as he sped back up.

“Gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna… gonna…” He thrust his cock into you one last time, his own orgasm tearing through him with the same intensity as yours. The feeling of his cum warming your insides and his throbbing cock brought you to the peak for a second time. It wasn’t very intense, but getting filled up always made your orgasm even if they’re small.

Pedro collapsed onto you, his lips colliding with yours in a slow, passionate kiss. You laid your head back with a sigh on pleasure, Pedro chasing after you to gently kiss and nibble at your chin.

“I know you like me to stay in for a bit after we finish, but can we please make an exception this time? My back is killing me in this position.” You snorted.

“Oh my god, you’re so fucking old.” Pedro pulled out slowly, the feeling of his cum seeping out dazing you again for a moment. He smugly smirked at the sight, his hand gently caressing your upper thigh as he watched it trail down your folds.

“You weren't complaining about it earlier.”

A little later, you were laying on Pedro’s chest as he played with your hair, both of you just enjoying each other's company and the silence after a night of constant noise.

"Since when do you get jealous?" You finally asked, breaking the peace as his hand stilled in your hair.

"M'not… not usually anyway." You traced small circles on his chest for a moment.

"What was so different this time?" He sighed deeply, the silence returning as he thought of an answer.

“I dunno. I guess I just…” He sighed again, running a hand through his hair.

“There’s just... so many people out there… people who have their entire lives ahead of them, who doesn’t have back pain, who doesn’t have gray hair and wrinkles, and who doesn’t sound like rice crispies in the morning and…” He paused, his arms tightening around you.

“... Someone who has the time to give you all the attention you deserve. I feel so guilty knowing that I can’t wake you up with breakfast every morning, that I have to leave you alone for months and months at a time, and that you have to face so much scrutiny because of my age. When I saw you with Brice, you looked so happy and it made me think of all the things that I can’t give you…”

He was choking up at this point, his eyes glassy and brimming with tears. You sat up a bit to face him, your hand caressing his face and gently scratching his facial hair as you stared into his watery eyes.

“Pedro… don’t say things like that. You are more than enough for me. You’re so kind and smart and oh so sweet. You’ll come take care of me when I’m sick, you respect me and treat me as my own person, you spoil me even though I beg you not to, and you love me for who I am.” Pedro sniffled as you rested your forehead atop his.

“You are hands down the most amazing man I’ve ever met and no amount of scrutiny, grey hair, or rice crispy joints is going to change that. You may think that you can’t give me everything, but you give me more than enough and I love you more than anything on this Earth.”

Pedro smiled a small smile, bringing up his left hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and caress your jaw as a tear fell down his cheek.

“I don’t deserve you…” He whispered. You wiped the tear away with your thumb and leaned down to kiss him for a bit.

"That, and you're such a DILF. I mean, did you see yourself in Narcos?" He laughed, wiping his eyes with his wrist as he got up to take a shower.

"Alright, bye. Your fangirl's coming out." You got up as well, hoping to finally take off that stupid dress and join him.

“You know you love it.” His arms suddenly wrap around you from behind, his lips pressing gentle kisses on your shoulders.

“More than anything.”

#my fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x female reader #pedro y su abeja #more than anything

[tomatograter]

i saw on twitter you reread the epilogues! would it be okay to ask how you feel about them now on a reread? have any of your opinions changed, for better or worse? i've really loved the art and analysis that's come out of your tumblr/twitter ever since they dropped, so i'm excited to know what you think. i couldn't get a great read on your feelings based on your tweets so that is why i am asking directly, hope that's okay!

Not much changed. That wasn't the first time I attempted to re-read the HS Epilogues, I've gone through bits and pieces of them a handful of times in the years since the original release and it's an effort I make to remind myself of events that happened because I tend to... forget. I don't mind reading books, I like those! In the hellscape that was 2020, according to my StoryGraph stats (great new site, by the way, stop using the Amazon-clawed Goodreads and transfer your account to a black led effort to diversify the current literary environment) I managed to read about 22 new books. Not too shabby for a total dumbass. The problem isn't that it was text-only, they just sort of mush together as a nondescript mass in my brain given enough time. 

The first time I finished the epilogues, I said they felt like a purposefully unfinished text, but one at odds with itself (though in much more undercooked words, as I had just spent the last 2 days busy reading it) and it's an impression that has deepened since.

I do not mean anything like "Meat contradicts Candy" with this, that'd be foolish; the dissonance is the fucking point. I know how dubiously canon alternate universes work and I *enjoy* them, otherwise I wouldn't have wasted years in the circus ring that is accompanying Big 2 Comics in the hopes they'd do anything genuinely cool with that concept. Instead, I find there is a general problem in terms of internal cohesion. The Epilogues want to be a lot of things at once, be it a continuation, an expulsion, a deliberate attempt at public scorn, a somewhat genuine play in heartfelt analysis, a reinvention of what came before, or a loaded gun pointed straight at one's own foot. And in the process, they end up undermining the impact of their own strongest moments. 

I don't like the Epilogues. Their lukewarm indecisiveness makes for a poor reading experience that needs far more asides, warnings and 'before you read it-'s than the book is worth. It is a text with a particularly distasteful, juvenile fixation in the show and repeated humiliation of sexual abuse victims, and manages to be more regressive about its female characters and what roles they're allowed to play than Homestuck, the 2009 Comic, ever was. And that was disappointing. It's as if the coming of adulthood must sort them into one of two categories: "wanted, desirable" woman or "unwanted, undesirable" woman. It also interacts with trans women in a really shitty way. It is a text married to traditional white-centric politics that makes an attempt to challenge them from that same perspective but falls flat on its face by pulling big moves like "making the alien-Hitler analogue character fight for a rebellion meant to represent racial liberation" and other unsavory choices. But I don't need to like the Epilogues to acknowledge them as both a text that exists and works within a shared universe. 

They're pretty fertile ground for dissection and analysis. I think it's interesting how they accentuate some of the worst facets of the HS "canon"/"lore" by being incredibly blatant about their connection to stuff like the Skaianet archives, how they play with Fanservice and Fan Expectation by dedicating so much time to solving or sinking ‘The Davekat Equation’, and how they elaborate on complex facets of old characters. It's a text that acknowledges the existence of fanfiction and popular fanworks on a direct quotable basis (like "Can't sleep without holding onto a motherfucker" of 4Chords fame) as well as Fan Movements that preceded it (the also Gamzee-based "Free the clown!" Rush from 2016) it's intrinsically interactive, and that's not something you can say about a lot of media. The olive branch beckons.

I don't recommend the Epilogues. To me, the Epilogues portray glimpses of two potential, but not absolute, futures soaked in limiting metadoomer pessimism, best appreciated as "what-if" tales taking on the questions of serialization, post-myth, the self-cannibalistic nature of franchises, the abstractness of Canon, the absurdity of fanon, and why fascists like milk. The Epilogues are also not going to magically disappear or un-exist from our collective recollection anytime soon, or… ever. These statements coexist. 

I think complex feelings towards media are best put to use in the making of your own art, which is unsurprising, given the fact I'm an artist and a fag, & I've personally enjoyed creating things that interact and rebuke aspects of that text. I've also been graced with the existence of wonderful art from others doing the same, may that be in the form of illustrations, written epics, analyses, comics, videos, songs, the collective transgendering of the series' main character, and all sorts of harder-to-categorize community creations. You can make the best of it. That's my favorite part of the whole ordeal, and one I don't regret one bit. 

I hope this is an appropriately satisfying answer on this subject, and if it isn't, well, here's the thing; you can write a better one.

#homestuck #meta #the homestuck epilogues

[gamergirl929]

You Had A Bad Day (Alex Morgan x Reader)

@kweens14 Request: hi! can u do alex morgan x reader where r is just having a bad day and alex just helps her and it's all cute and fluffy? thanks!! :)) love your work

Thank you so much love, I hope you enjoy the fluff and stuffs. ❤️❤️

You hit the ground with a dull thud, the ball you’d just slammed at goal hitting the goal post before flying right back at you, busting you in the face.

You cover your bleeding nose with your palms, your cheeks flushed bright red.

A number of fans pointed towards you, laughing, along with a number of your teammates and members of the opposing team as well.  

Alex rushes towards you with a frown, cupping your cheeks.

“Hey, it’s okay, let me see.”

You shake your head.

“Everyone is laughing…” You mumble, tears welling up in your Y/E/C orbs from more than just pain.

Alex snarls sending a deadly glare to everyone on the pitch, shutting each and every one of them up.

Alex frowns at the sight of your tears, the woman cupping your cheeks.

“It’s okay.” She coos, sighing in relief when the final whistle blows, signaling the end of the game.

“Thank fuck.” She mumbles as the medical team makes their way towards you to deal with your profusely bleeding nose.  

                                                          ***

Alex drops into the empty seat beside you on the bus, giving you a small smile, one you half heartedly return.

“I can’t believe you fouled yourself.” Kelley snorts, Alex’s nostrils flaring as she sticks her foot out, tripping the defender who falls to the floor with a dull thud.

“What the hell Morg-

Kelley stopped midsentence when she sees the look on your face.

She clears her throat.

“Sorry Y/N.” She frowns, earning a wordless nod.

The defender ruffles your hair before dropping down in the seat behind you.

Kelley’s eyes widen when she sees Sonnett, the blonde’s eyes almost immediately finding you.

“Nice nose rudol-

Emily crashes to the floor, again, courtesy of Alex Morgan’s foot.

You turn away, head down as the bus begins to move, heading to the hotel where you could hide away in your room.

                                                          ***

Fans were having a hay day, gifs and memes all over your Twitter, some choosing to make fun of you with some pretty colorful language.

Tears slide down your cheeks as you climb into bed, under your blankets, shielding you from the world around you.

Still, you clutch your phone tightly, examining each and every post, a number of fans calling you a 'dumbass' or ‘nothing but a fucking idiot.’  

Some fans decided to use the post as a time to promote others in the NWSL who they said would be better players than you.

You drop your phone, burying your face in your pillow, tear tracks prominent on your cheeks as you eventually fall asleep.

                                                          ***

Alex makes her way into the hotel room, frowning when she sees a lump under the blankets on your bed.

She tosses her things on her bed and takes a seat beside you, the woman sighing sadly.

Reluctantly, she decides to take a shower before waking you, the woman at least wanting to give you some solace in the world of dreams, away from the fan's mocking.

                                                          ***

The sweet smell of coconut oil is the first thing you notice as you wake, the second thing being that someone’s arms are wrapped around you.

Your eyes flash open, cheeks flushing when you realize the arms belong to none other than, Alex Morgan.  

You’re about to shuffle away, but before you can, she tightens her hold on you.

“No…” She grumbles, nose crinkling in her sleep and you smile, settling back into her embrace.  

You bury your face in Alex’s chest, the woman’s eyes fluttering open.

“How’s your nose?” Alex whispers, cupping your cheeks she can examine your bruised face.

Alex frowns at the purple skin, noting the way you avert your gaze.

Alex smiles.

“Fans used to make fun of me for how I ran…” She huffs and your brows arch.

“Baby horse?” You ask, the forward rolling her eyes.

“Don’t rub it in.” She pouts and you giggle.

“Come on, it’s adorable just like you.”

Your eyes widen as you glance away, missing the fact that Alex’s cheeks have flushed just as pink as your own.

“S-S-Sorry…” You stutter, your eyes nearly popping out of their sockets when Alex leans in, kissing your forehead.

“Don’t be.” She grins, shrugging.

Alex giggles as she pulls you back against her chest, nuzzling into the top of your head.

There’s a beat of silence before Alex whispers.  

“I think you’re cute too.”

                                                          ***

You wake sometime later, Alex’s arms still tightly wrapped around you, the forward snoring softly.  

You’re unable to keep your eyes off her, the woman’s face entirely relaxed as she explores the world of dreams, well that is until she mumbles under her breath and tightens her hold on you.

Unable to stop yourself, you bury yourself in her embrace, the woman smiling in her sleep.  

Again, considering you have little to no self-control, you find yourself searching for your phone, the nagging feeling in the back of your head telling you to see what the fans were saying now that time had passed.  

You scroll through Twitter with a frown, still seeing a number of memes, but it’s what you see BENEATH them that makes you smile.  

Each and every one of your teammates tearing into the fans who were unnecessarily hateful.  

Your bottom lip trembles, your heart skipping a beat in your chest.  

Yes, the women poked fun at you, like any family would, but when it came to fans being hateful, your family would be there to defend you all the way.  

Your eyes widen when you catch sight of a post by none other than the woman fast asleep beside you, your eyes bulging when you realize it’s a video, a video of her in your hotel room, in your bed.  

You glance at the sleeping woman, making sure your volume is low before you start the video.  

“Uhh, hi guys.” Alex whispers in the video, the woman taking a deep breath as she glances your way, smiling softly.

“Let me cut to the chase... I’ve seen a few of you posting about what happened to Y/N in our match today, I know it’s all in good fun, but some of you are taking it too far.”  

Alex shakes her head, your eyes wide as she turns the camera towards you, your face bruised, visible tear-tracks on your cheeks.  

Alex gently brushes a strand of hair out of your face, turning the camera away from you and back to her, the forward frowning sadly.  

“This is what your comments do guys. The first thing Y/N said after she was hurt was, ‘everyone is laughing.’”

Alex runs her fingers through your hair, a sound much like a purr coming from the direction where you’re lying.  

“We’re human beings' guys, just because we’re famous doesn’t mean your comments don’t hurt us.” Alex shakes her head.  

“Just, think before you send a Tweet, think what it’ll do to the other person.”  

Alex nods, taking a deep breath.  

“That’s all I had to say.”  

The video ends, it’s only then that you realize tears are siding down your cheeks.  

You sniffle, swiping at your cheeks with the sleeves of your shirt.

“Y/N?” Alex rasps sleepily, peeking through her cracked eyelids, the woman’s eyes flashing open when she realizes you’re crying.  

“Hey, don’t cry, what’s wrong?” She croaks, voice rough from sleep.  

You wordlessly wrap your arms around her, pulling her close, burying your face in her neck.

“You didn’t have to make that video for me.” You whisper, Alex’s blue orbs widening before she wraps her arms back around you.  

“I did, seeing you hurt, hurts me Y/N, I care about you.”  

You smile against her neck, your eyes fluttering shut.  

“I care about you too Al.”  

Alex beams, ducking her head down to kiss your forehead.  

What she hadn’t confessed to you was that, caring was deeper than that, it was a crush that had slowly evolved into something more, something that would eventually come to light after the events of that day, something that would change your and Alex Morgan’s life forever.  

All because you’d had a bad day.  

#uswnt #uswnt x reader #alex morgan #alex morgan x reader #alex morgan imagine

[moth-based-cryptology]

Youtuber!Ralbert Au - Part Two

once again inspired by the wonderful and fabulous @we-are-inevitable and you can find her original concept here

part one to this series can be found here

and my valentine’s concept can be found here

i finally did it guys are you proud ✨

LETS DO THIS THING

now that we’re here, i realized i forgot some vital information last time (aka i hadn’t come up with it yet but ranting to jorja helped me solidify the world thank you mother goose)

so race’s online handle is radioactive racer, and albert’s is, as we know, chaotic red

both of these come from when they were in middle school and had just made vine accounts

albert’s entire account was just videos of race doing dumb shit while he cackled in the background

race’s was just memes

but because this was middle school, race looks WILDLY DIFFERENT compared to now

he was in his full dyed hair and guyliner phase, and before he grew 8 inches the summer before freshman year, so he’s fairly unrecognizable in the vines of him (plus,,,, they were dumb 13 year olds, only their friends saw their vines)

but there’s just,,,, an account full of very cringe videos of 7th grade racetrack higgins on the internet that nobody’s connected to them yet, so we’ll do something with that eventually

now back to your regularly scheduled programming ✨

so race and ‘red’ announced they were dating about a month ago, and it’s getting increasingly difficult to make sure al’s face isn’t visible in any clips

also both of their channels are gaining more traction, and race is getting recognized more in public (which he adores, i might add)

but it means that eventually someone’s going to make the connection between the redhead race is walking around with and chaotic red

so despite how anxious it makes him

how genuinely terrified he is that he won’t live up to expectations and everyone will be disappointed

he decides to post a Q&A video to his channel and reveal his identity

it starts with him adjusting the focus onto the couch in their living room, before his stocky frame, black sabbath shirt, jewelry and freckles walk on screen, and he sits down

if anybody had any idea what to expect, the crooked grin, lip ring and custom snapback probably weren’t terribly high on their list

he lets out a breath and his grin gets a bit wider, before he waves into the camera “hey guys! so,,,, this is probably a bit out of left field, but i wanted to properly introduce myself. i’m albert, nice to meet you, but please, call me red.”

his eyes flicker to behind the camera and he rolls his eyes slightly at race’s chuckling that barely audible to the audience

“don’t you dare laugh at me, i’ve never done this before!”

“you’re doing great babe, you’re just a massive dork.”

“stuff it, blondie.”

al can’t really hold back his laughter, not completely, so he huffs a bit before turning back to the camera and properly answer questions to “let the people get to know me”

the dynamic from race’s original video revealing their roommates is flipped

the audience finally getting to see that albert’s grin pulls up slightly farther on the left side than the right

or that he fidgets with his lip ring when he’s thinking through an answer

or the utterly s o f t look he has in his eyes when he looks at racer, one that seriously doesn’t match his mischievous expression or abrasive voice

he answers questions with more ease than he expected, excited to finally be sharing, but once it comes time to hit upload he freezes

“race i don’t think i can do this”

“of course you can sweetheart, everyone already loves you”

“but what if they’re disappointed? what if i’m not cool or interesting or attractive enough? what if-“

“al i k n o w you did not just look at me with t h a t face and claim to not be ‘attractive enough’. attractive enough for who, red? people that are gonna say mean shit anyway?”

al ends up hitting the upload button and promptly hitting his forehead on his desk in anguish cause holy shit what’d i just do

all his worrying ends up being for nothing because everyone absolutely adores him and won’t stop saying how p r o u d they are and how pretty he is

“i told you, dumbass. you’re the prettiest person i know.”

“stop it, you sap.”

he starts using face cams for his (and race’s, when he’s on the chaotic red channel) gameplays and his focused face is s o c u t e

race finally doesn’t have to be sneaky or beg him to take pictures anymore

race is also incredibly excited to not have to aggressively edit all his videos to make sure you can’t see al’s face/hear his name in any of them

race “accidentally” leaves the clip of them slow dancing in the kitchen to ed sheeran in the vlog right after the face reveal

when al next films a sit down video, race is behind the camera, and they’re going through old pictures of albert from childhood (most of them have race in them too, he might as well be there)

this is when the fans discover albert blushes when he’s embarrassed

this video is also how everyone connects the old chaotic red vine account to them and race is m o r t i f i e d

they make it to a picture of them just after they got together, race leaning into albert’s side loosing his shit at something jack is doing off camera, but in-the-picture albert is too busy looking completely head over heels for race to notice whatever they’re doing over there

al just grins and looks up at race with the same stupid mushy expression

“that’s when i knew i was really in love with you”

you can basically hear race m e l t behind the camera and he just tackles al into a hug on the couch and it’s SUCH a cute couple-y moment

“yeah, and you were calling m e the sap earlier. s u r e, whatever helps you sleep at night, albie.”

“it ain’t sappy if it’s true, tonio.”

and editing-al cuts it off, but race had untucked his face from al’s neck and dragged him into a kiss

when he finally got back to filming, al may or may not have had to use cover up on his neck to make it less conspicuous, but that’s neither here nor there to be honest

also this isn’t a necessary addition but every once in awhile race or al will forget to cover up marks on their necks before filming and get absolutely ROASTED on twitter

i have a thousand more ideas for this au so i promise i will be making more at some point but here’s ✨this✨ for now

lmk if you want me to add you to a tag list or whatever cause i’m down with that

ok fín

#newsies #livesies #albert dasilva #racetrack higgins #never not read the tags #ralbert #youtuber ralbert #youtuber!au #jack kelly #is mentioned #chaotic red and radioactive racer #also that last tag is their official tag from now on #i love they #they <3 #come get yall juice #finally doing the whole making consistent content thing #ta da

[backtobackbakubabe]

I am the Alpha Now Part 20

Bakugo x Reader

Words : 4082

Masterlist

Reader is from America and somewhat of a delinquent with an alpha quirk that allows her to turn into a wolf as well as bond with dogs. She is sent to UA to straighten out her attitude. She ends up in a power struggle with none other than our favorite hot head. Words in Italics are words said telepathically.

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Your phone was blowing up. Notification after notification until finally you heard your boyfriend groan, “Check your phone already dumbass.”

You took a deep breath and cracked your eyes open. Your head was on Bakugo’s chest and you weren’t really in the mood to move. Your phone had other ideas though as it continued to buzz on the nightstand. You reluctantly pulled away from your boyfriend and rolled over to grab your phone. Bakugo was quick to throw his arm back around you and hug you from behind, peppering kisses on your shoulders.

You grabbed your phone and was alarmed to see that you had dozens of notifications amongst several apps. Your Facebook, your Twitter, your Instagram, hell even your long-forgotten Tumblr page had alerts. Nothing however compared to your overflowing text messages.

The first one you opened was from a friend back home that you hadn’t even spoken too since moving to Japan. No words, no context. Just a link to a news article. You clicked it and felt your blood turn cold. In front of you was a picture of you covered in blood, alpha teeth bared, claws out, looking absolutely feral.

Bakugo felt you tense up and put his chin on you shoulder pulling you closer to him, “What’s up? Who’s been bugging you all morning?”

You immediately hid your phone from his view. “He did it…. Dabi, he- he leaked my secrets all over the internet.” You knew there was no point in hiding it. He would be able to look it up. You were sure people were probably sending him the same links, he just values his sleep more than people and his phone was on do not disturb. You handed him your phone and got up to go to the bathroom.

At first, he grabbed your wrist, but quickly realized you needed space, so he let you go.

You stared at yourself in the mirror as your skin began to heat up. Sure, you graduated from UA but there was no way you’d be a hero now. What about Katsuki? Would you hurt his reputation by dating him? Would you ruin his plans of being the number one hero? Could you stay here? In this house full of heroes?

Your instincts were screaming for you to run. To get the hell out of here. But you couldn’t. You refused to leave your pack again, and that included Katsuki. Even if you had to go into hiding, you would never cut yourself off from him again.

You splashed some cold water in your face and counted in your head until your breathing became regular again. It had taken you all the way to thirty-five.

You walked back out into the room to find Bakugo sitting up with his head in his hands. Your phone was on the floor in front of him. You had needed your space, now you were going to give him his. He needed to be able to process this without you clinging to him.

You picked up your phone and saw that he hadn’t even made it through the whole article. He stopped when he got to a still shot from a video of you tearing a man’s arm off. You cringed and exited the article before you could see more. You didn’t need to read it, you were there, you know how it went. You were sure they spun it in some awful way to make it even worse, but at the end of the day you had done terrible things. So, they were allowed to say whatever they wanted.

You pulled open a new tab and started to look at flights back home. America was a little more lenient with vigilante behavior and while they still hold their heroes to the ridiculously high standard of not killing villains… they also tended to look the other way when it happened. It was a broken system that you had wanted nothing to do with, but now it might your only option.

You were pulled from your thoughts when you felt two arms circle your middle and pull you down until you sitting in Bakugo’s lap. “I already knew about some of this stuff… Mercy told me… but having to see it… Shit y/n…���

You were glad he couldn’t see your face because you were in absolute agony. You had disappointed him. The only person to ever give a fuck about you. And it hurt.

He could feel your anguish and pulled you tighter. “Hey, I’m here now, and I’m not going anywhere. Your past is your past. You can’t run from it forever. You have to face it head on and I’ll be right there to help you do it.”

Your hand found his and intertwined your fingers. “You’re not disgusted with me?”

“What? No, of course not. I’m disgusted with the people who did this to you. Who hurt you and pushed you until you had no other choice but to do what you did. I’m disgusted with your parents for not taking better care of you. I’m disgusted with the fact that the system was so broken that it took a seventeen-year-old girl putting herself in danger over and over again to fix it. I’m disgusted that there was no one there to help you.” You could feel so much stress begin to seep out of you as you slowly let yourself melt into him. “You don’t have to do it alone anymore. I know you have Mercy, but now you also have me.”

Your tender moment was interrupted by a banging on your door “Y/N ARE YOU OKAY! YOUR EMOTIONS ARE ALL OVER THE PLACE! LET ME IN!”

You untangled yourself from Bakugo and walked over to open the door. You were surprised to find that Mercy wasn’t alone. Kirishima was there too with a sad look on his face. “So uh… I’m assuming you know… I’ve been sitting out here for an hour trying to decide if I should wake you guys up.” He rubbed his neck, “I know it’s such a stupid question, but… are you okay?”

You could see the hurt in his eyes and while you didn’t want to see him sad, it was comforting to know that he still cared about you after learning about you. You reached for him and gave him a hug, “I’m obviously not okay right now, but it means the world that you care. Thank you.”

He gave you a quick squeeze. “So, should I go check on him? Or does he need a minute?”

You nodded towards Bakugo, “I think he’d appreciate the company. Let him know I’m taking Mercy for a walk, yeah?”

“You know he’s not going to like you leaving the house without him.”

You shrugged, “I’m not going far. He’ll be able to feel me through the bond if he gets nervous.”

You looked to Mercy, “Alright let’s go. I have a feeling I have a lecture coming.”

“Damn straight you do.”

The two of you left the house and walked in silence for a few minutes before Mercy stopped, “I’m very mad at you.”

You sighed. You knew this was coming. As much as you had wanted to immediately find Mercy when you came back, you were also trying to avoid this. You had failed him as an Alpha and now you had to face him. “I know. I fucked up. But I knew I had to do this alone. I had originally intended to only meet up with them. Kick some ass and come home… It obviously got a little out of control.”

He huffed in annoyance, “Obviously… But I understand why you cut off Bakugo’s bond. But why mine? If you could have just told me what you were doing, I could have helped you.”

You took a seat on a low wall and patted the top of Mercy’s head. “Because as much as I know you say you would listen to me, I know Bakugo would convince you to help him find me. He’s persuasive like that.”

Mercy growled, not liking your answer. “Okay fine… but just so you know. We know you lied. It doesn’t matter how well you think you hid it. We know. There are no lies between pack members. He’s letting you get away with it, but I’m not.”

You had a feeling he knew, but the idiot was way better at keeping secrets than you were. “Will it make you feel better if I tell you?” Mercy nodded enthusiastically. “Okay, but you can’t tell Bakugo. He’ll freak out.”

So, you told Mercy everything. Every single detail. He was fascinated at the progress you had made in the last few days. “You know Bakugo’s going to get suspicious when you can all of the sudden sustain alpha mode without shifting. Or when you can basically go feral without having to push past your limit.”

“Yeah well… we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. For now, I think more importantly we need to worry about Dabi. He’s obviously pissed I left. Shigaraki was supposed to be coming back in the next few days. He’s gonna be pissed I left. Then both of them are probably going to try and kill me.”

“Glad to know you know me so well y/n… although I’d probably wait until after you killed shit-araki before killing you.” Mercy immediately stepped between you and Dabi and bared his teeth. “You going to call Cujo off or do you want me to cremate him in front of you.”

You could feel rage coursing through you. “You fucking ASSHOLE! I did everything you said. I didn’t tell anyone about your plans and you still fucked me over! You ruined my life! WHY?!”

You swear you say something similar to regret pass over his face before he quickly schooled his expression. “You still have a job to do. Didn’t you get my text last night?”

You narrowed your eyes, “Sorry I was too busy sleeping off the torture you put me through.” You held your phone screen up so he could see, “Also, I don’t know if you noticed but there’s currently all kinds of news circulating about me right now, so, I kinda have a lot of texts to go through.”

Dabi used his finger to scroll down to his message and clicked it. “Well read it now.”

Your eyes widened, “You don’t mean… He’s back now?”

“Not only is he back, but he’s here… at your house... waiting for you.”

In seconds you had shifted and were sprinting back towards the house. You hadn’t gone far, it would only take you a few seconds to get back in wolf form.

You had to be smart about this. You couldn’t go in full force. You had to believe that Kiri and Katsuki were still alive. They were tough. If Shigaraki was as smart as everyone says he is, he’d know to keep them alive as a bargaining chip.

You skidded to a stop outside of the house. “NO! Get out of here! We can handle it. RUN!” He had to have known that wasn’t going to happen. You knew he’d be pissed but you forced your mind into his and looked through his eyes.

Kirishima was passed out on the ground, tied up but otherwise unharmed. Shigaraki was sitting in a chair next to him with his hand wrapped around Katsuki’s wrist, all but the pinky. You focused really hard so you could hear. “Tell her to come back to the house, or you can say goodbye to your hands. I’m sure you heard what I did to Overhaul.” You felt Mercy’s presence as he made his way towards the back door, waiting for the signal. You two had played this game dozens of times. Let the villain think they had you, just for Mercy to take them out.

Katsuki spit blood on to the floor. “You could take my whole arm and it wouldn’t make me do shit.”

Shigaraki cackled, “Well if you insist.”

Your eyes glowed as you kicked the door open. “You want me? Here I am. Now let him go. NOW!”

You put as much Alpha authority in your voice to make him drop Katsuki’s hand. His eyebrows shot up before he showed you his disgusting smile. “Wow that quirk really is something.” He ran a hand through Bakugo’s hair and you could see a few hairs disintegrate under his touch. You growled and your eyes glowed even brighter. “It seems you aren’t going to come quietly…” He gestured to someone behind you. “Try and keep our friend company here, while y/n and I have a little… chat.”

“Sure thing boss.” Dabi bumped your shoulder as he passed you. Making his way over to take his place behind Bakugo.

“Y/n! Stop being so stupid. Just go. I’ll be fine. PLEASE!” You could hear the desperation in his voice even through the bond, but you couldn’t react.

“Mercy is out back. As soon as I leave with Shigaraki, meet up with him and have him fill you in on what’s going on. Don’t fight me on this, I know what ‘m doing.” Dabi smirked at you, knowing you were plotting inside the bond. “Dabi, if you so much as touch him. I will kick your ass… again… and this time I won’t stop until you’re dead.”

Shigaraki squealed in delight, “Oh I love her already. Come on let’s go somewhere a little more private for… negotiations hm?”

You silently followed him through the kitchen and into the biggest garage you had ever seen. It had obviously been modified to fit all of the guys cars as well as a bunch of hero tech and equipment. The floor looked like it had some kind of mat over half of it, that would allow the heroes to spar. Man, Endeavour thought of everything. It was thankfully empty at the moment. You were going to need all the space you could get.

“Look I’m going to get straight to the point. I’m sure there’s a top of the line security system here and I know it won’t be long before the other two hero’s along with Endeavor show up and I’m not in the mood for that headache. So, you have two options and only two minutes to make your choice.” He started to pace in front of you, “Option A. Join us and we’ll put a strict do not touch order on your precious little boyfriend. You can live your life with us knowing no villain would be stupid enough to hurt him. Option B. You decide to fight me right now and we kill everyone you have ever known. But, of course we’ll leave him for last. We’ll burn and melt him little piece by little piece right in front of you. It’ll be the slowest, most agonizing death that could truly ever exist.”

He pushed a button on his watch. “Well there are your options, your time starts now.”

You heard a loud bang in the other room. A part of you was screaming for option A. To just let them take you and protect Katsuki. Did you have enough confidence that you could win this fight. Could you risk it.

“DABI SAID TO DO IT NOW! BEFORE BACKUP GETS HERE! VILLAINS AND HEROES ARE BOTH ON THE WAY. YOU NEED TO DO IT NOW!” Mercy was talking to Dabi?

“Mercy where’s Bakugo?”

“He’s fighting with Dabi right now. I told him everything, but now he’s mad at Dabi for hurting you. He won’t calm down. I’m trying to break it up. Dabi’s trying to convince him you can do it alone. He’s trying really hard to get to you right now. I don’t know if we can hold him much longer without hurting him. Please hurry.”

Shigaraki’s watch dinged, “Ok, time’s up, what’s it going to be?”

His eyes barely had time to come up from his watch before you were tackling him in wolf form. Digging your teeth into his shoulder, claws ripping at his side.

He screamed out and placed both hands on your shoulders. You immediately smelled the melting fur and skin. You pushed through it for a few more moments before letting go and jumping back. You needed to shift back to human. You needed to heal faster.

You shifted but your eyes continued to glow. Your skin started to stitch itself back together, but you were alarmed to see it was much slower than with Dabi’s quirk.

You lunged at him with your claws out and raked them across his face. And that’s how you started what felt like the longest fight of your life. A constant dance of you lunging in and him trying to grab you. He was better at hand to hand combat then you were lead to believe.

At one point you dove to the ground to avoid him. He lurked over you and you grabbed a metal pipe and swung at him. He grabbed it easily and melted one end before yanking it from your grip. He pulled it straight in the air before bringing it down hard. You moved you head out of the way at last second and the pipe lodged itself into the soft sparing mat on the floor. You rolled out of the way and jumped back to your feet.

You were ready to lunge again when you heard the door to the garage slam open.

You turned towards the noise, “KATSUKI NO!”

That’s all it took. That small distraction left a window for Shigaraki to get his hands on you.

Bakugo sprinted towards you but stopped short when he saw was happening, “That’s right. Come any closer and she’s as good as dead.” Both his arms were wrapped around you. One hand on your shoulder the other on your hip. If he hadn’t been trying to kill you it would look like a lover’s embrace.

You took in a deep breath and pushed your quirk as hard as you could. You’re healing was desperately trying to keep up with him. But it seemed that even with all of the extra training it still wasn’t a match. If you kept up like this he would eventually win.

Bakugo reached a hand out, desperate to help. To do something.

“No Katsuki. Do nothing.” You watched as he fell to his knees helpless to your alpha commands. You know you promised you would never do that to him. But you knew the consequences of you losing this fight. You couldn’t let Shigaraki get his hands on him.

He was right in front of you, the only thing between you was the pipe that was still in the ground. The melted side looked pretty sharp. You knew what you had to do.

Shigaraki continued to try and disintegrate you while you continued to try and heal yourself. It was painful and disorienting and you could feel yourself slipping under. You had to do it now. “Don’t watch Katsuki.” Katsuki lowered his head to floor in front of you. “I love you.”

“Y/N NO!!!!! PLEASE!”

You took a step towards the pipe. Shigaraki thinking you were trying to get away pulled you closer to him. Good.

You threw yourself onto the pipe. Taking him with you.

You had thought it would hurt, but if anything… you were numb. You felt Shigaraki’s arms go limp. At least you could die knowing you took the bastard with you.

******* Bakugo’s POV******

He couldn’t move. Your command wouldn’t allow it. His eyes glued to the floor. He heard the most disgusting sound of something cutting through flesh and his heart sank. He watched as blood started to pool around the metal pipe. But he still couldn’t move. And only when he realized that it wasn’t your command holding him anymore, it was his own fear did he really understand. You were gone. Your bond was gone.

This was what Mercy meant. Before it was like a closed door when you cut him off, but now it’s just… gone. Like a vacuum, had come and sucked out part of him. “No, no, no, no, NO!” His fist pounded the ground over and over again until they were bloody. Tears were streaming down his face.

He had only had you back for a few hours. You had made plans. You were supposed to live here with him. You were going to work together. He already had a ring picked out. You were supposed to be it for him. How did he let this happen? He trained his whole life to be a hero, and he couldn’t even save you.

He could feel the utter terror coming from Mercy right before it disappeared altogether. Without you there was no bond for him and Mercy. A loud howl ripped from the other room as Mercy began to frantically paw at the closed door to the garage. He was being consumed by a cold emptiness. The blood was almost touching him now, but he remained frozen to the spot. Moving would mean he’d have to see you, and there was nothing in the world that could prepare him for that.

The world was now rid of Shigaraki, but at what cost? He knew it was incredibly selfish, but he’d take Shigaraki wreaking havoc on Japan every day for the rest of his life, if he could just be able to hold you one more time. If he could tell you he loved you one more time.

A broken sob left his lips as he realized those were your last words before you died, ‘I love you’ and he hadn’t even said it back.

His head still hung with tears dripping from his nose when a hand came out to cup his cheek.

His eyes snapped up to see it was yours. When his eyes met yours, it was like he was hit with a truck as the bond suddenly reopened. “Shit, shit, y/n. God please don’t die. Stay with me.”

You gripped his hand, “Please… help me… off this fucking pipe.”

He scrambled to stand up. Pulling Shigaraki off first who he threw like a limp doll off to the side. He then gently eased you off, wincing at the awful sounds you made while he did. Your eyes continued to glow as he eased you into his lap. He looked at the hole in your stomach and sighed in relief when he saw it was slowly shrinking.

He nudged your forehead with his nose, “Hey don’t you dare fall asleep until I see that fucking hole close up.” He rocked you back and forth just kissing your face and running his hand through your hair.

At some point Dabi came in looking busted after a few rounds with Bakugo. Without saying anything he walked over to his former boss and burnt him to ashes before doing the same thing to the pipe.

He swept up he evidence and dumped it into a trash bag. “Get her cleaned up before the idiots show up. I’ll tell the league Shigaraki never showed. You tell the heroes that you fought him off and he got away with critical injuries.” He threw the bag over his shoulder as if he was Santa Clause and not a homicidal maniac.

“I will never forgive you for this. For kidnapping her. For torturing her. For dragging her into this. And especially not for putting her business out these for everyone to know. For hurting her future.” Bakugo held you tighter as if to confirm you were still there, “I don’t care what side you’re on. The next time I see you… your dead.”

Dabi hovered by the door, “Don’t worry, I’ve already been dead a long time. I won’t bother her anymore. You don’t have to worry about me…” He took a step closer to the door but looked back one more time. “I know you don’t owe me shit… but when she wakes up… can you tell her I’m sorry.”

Before Bakugo could answer the sound of the front door sounded as it slammed open followed by the voices of Todoroki, Deku, Endeavor, and Hawks. When Bakugo looked back Dabi was gone.

Mercy lead the heroes to the garage. There Bakugo told them a modified version of the truth. The entire time Hawks’ sad knowing eyes never left your limp and bloody body.

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Hollywood!AU -(Anne xFem!Reader)

A/N: Warning, this is LONG and ends up abruptly. I hope it was somehow near to what you were imagining! -Danny

Request: 🍇-Ik I'm late but I rly wanted to try this out. So the characters and me and a girl named 'angie' Anne. It's basically set in hollywood and they both are enemies, but they grow fond of each other over time and start dating. Paparazzi interfere and what not (i'm bored). Can you make it really angst and some smuts? (I'm a bi girl, btw) @nandos-hub-for-dumbasses​

Warnings: Mentions of smut and sad cuties

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Okay so, you guys kinda grew up in the industry so you became “enemies” while being really young

And it was probably a silly fight, or maybe your parents put you against each other, or maybe you were always competing for the big parts on tv shows and movies

The point is that by the time you guys were seventeen you hated each other with a burning passion (as any seventeen-year-old does)

Then it happened: You were casted as best friends for an indie teen movie

You really wanted to refuse, but Ruby (your irl best friend) did her best to convince you against it

This could be your big break (and it was)

But only bc the chemistry you and Anne had on screen was ??? so wholesome and great???

You even made a sequel 

And then it became a trilogy, with your characters going to different schools by the time they graduate HS so it’s really cheesy and heartfelt

but Anne and you actually worked out your differences during the process and by the time you finish the third movie you both actually cry bc you won’t work together again??

You keep in touch but both of you have projects and things to do, until three years later when you both are invited to the Oscars and HOLY FUCK ANNE IS HOT NOW???

Like sure she was always beautiful, which was part of the reason why you kinda disliked her but omg right now you wouldn’t mind it if she kicked you in the face

Anne sees you and rushes over to hug you, the paparazzi are going WILD this is the reunion of the bffs from that movie everyone used to love!!

In the middle of the ceremony you even convinced THE Marilla Cuthbert (amazing actress) to switch seats with you so you can spend the rest of the night with Anne

The after party’s wild, everyone’s there. Funnily enough, you can’t recall most of the faces bc all you can remember of that night is 1-you ended up drunk as hell and 2-right before you two started drinking Anne had already made out with you in the bathroom

What came next was pretty much the best time of your life. Dates, nightcalls, instagram stories, suddenly a month turned into six, then nine...

As twenty-something-year-olds, you and Anne have tons of offers falling into your laps, Anne gets a call for a casting call and she gets the main role.

This main role happens to have a romantic interest. Who turns out will be played by none other than Gilbert John Blythe.

He’s been in the industry for like two, maybe three years. But the kid’s a charmer, he’s got brains and he’s beautiful. Everyone loves him. 

And everyone wants Anne to love him as well. 

You get tons of video recs on youtube titled “Anne and Gilbert in love for ten minutes straight” or “everytime Anne undresses Gilbert with her eyes”

It’s alright, you’ve seen this before, and you can’t blame them, they have an amazing chemistry in the show and it’s only natural that people wants that to be real

But god, the toxic fans are the worst, the comments about “imagine having to say goodbye to Gil only to go home and find Y/N there... disgusting”

You should stop reading those comments, really you should. They’re unhealthy, and these people don’t even know you

You manage to ignore most of it until the press releases the pictures: Anne and Gilbert walking out of some random restaurant in the city where they film the show... kissing.

Angry doesn’t even start to describe you rn. You’re seething, you’ve been humiliated, your twitter and your texts are both blowing up with notification. 

Anne calls you at least thirty times before she stops trying.

She finished season one and takes the first flight back to you, and it takes all of her courage, but she goes to your house as soon as she lands safely. 

Then two hours pass before you open the door. 

You were out with Ruby getting wasted, so when you get home you come face-to-face with Anne sitting on your driveway and crying her eyes out thinking you’re just ignoring her.

She sees you and she stands up, you try to escape and ignore her, you tell her you don’t wanna know, that she should move on and forget you bc she’s clearly happy with Gilbert

She says it took her by surprise, that Gilbert kissed her without her consent, but you don’t believe her.

But you’re also very drunk, and shit, you’d missed Anne so badly...

Her perfume somehow smells stronger than usual, and your eyes land on her pouty lips, you’re bitter, but you’re also desperate to feel her mouth on you.

You pull her in roughly for a kiss she was definitely not expecting, but her hands are quick to get all over you. Half an hour later, her fingers are in you.

You hate her, but you’re deeply in love, and you can’t remember where one ends and the other starts. You’re all feelings, and every single thought in your mind belongs to her.

it’s only when you’re completely sober, after the third -or was it the fourth?- round, that you decide to get it over with.

“Do you like him?” 

Anne’s falling asleep with her arm around you, but she tenses. She wants to say no, of course she doesn’t! Gilbert would never compare... Gilbert shouldn’t occupy a single though in her mind

Yet, she keeps thinking about his kiss, even though they ended up in really bad terms afterwards

“I love you. Isn’t that what you should care about?”

That’s not the answer you want, and both of you know she can’t give you a real answer, you know her so well by now, you can practically read her swirling thoughts, all confusing, undecided.

“I can’t be your partner for as long as you continue working with him. I’m sorry. I don’t want you to quit, I’m not asking you to... I’m tired of the hate in social media, of me being the one that somehow doesn’t belong next to you simply bc I’m not the popular heartthrob—” “I want you!”

“But I want to be happy.”

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