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captain-lessship · 11 months

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His “Sidekick In The Chair” No Longer Pt. 1

a/n: No die hard comic fans come for me but I do know that Toxin (A symbiote) has helped spider man in the comics and I wanted to write something that has the potential to get funny but I will warn you, there is a sad bit in this part.

CW: Possible Spoilers (idk i know not everyone has watch the movie or read the comics)

“Every superhero has a sidekick!” He whined.

Your best friend, Pavitr, had offered to walk you home and had talked non-stop about you helping him.

“Pav,” you turned around, fully ready to shut him down but you saw the sheer hope and excitement in his eyes, “I- Fine!” You lamented. “But I am not your sidekick, we are equals.”

He smiled widely at you as he slung his arms around you, “I knew you’d agree! Thank you. And sure! You can be a hero too!”

You rolled your eyes playfully, “Besides how hard could it be?”

“About that… we need suits.”

“What?”

“Oh come on, all superheroes have cool suits and besides you can sew!” He said.

“I really really hope that I get side swiped by a car.” You groaned.

“You’ll never get hurt while I am here.” He said, voice trying to be serious.

You were unimpressed, “Let’s hope you never have to use that line.” You patted him on the back.

When you got home, you immediately got to work doodling up a suit that would be fit for your rather expressive best friend and now partner in crime fighting.

You smiled to yourself as you drew and after what felt like hours, you added color. As you stared at the costume, your mind began to wonder, thinking about all the shenanigans and by relation, danger he’d be getting into and you wouldn’t always be there.

You were set on the sidelines: No powers, only your mind to help him. You knew he was smart and wouldn’t purposefully get himself in deep trouble but yet, you still worried.

And your worrying was for the best.

There was now a-

“Hole in our universe.”

A hole in your universe.

“Pav, sweet sweet, Pav,” you held your phone closer to your ear, “Why is there a god damn hole in our universe?” You yelled into your phone.

“Geez, don’t yell! Calm down, it’s being fixed and… I’m sorry.”

You were shocked. It wasn’t that Pavitr never apologized, it was that he never apologized without adding on why it wasn’t his bad.

“It’s- Pav, it wasn’t your fault. You are not responsible for other people’s actions.”

“I know, I know but I feel partially responsible: it’s my city. And there’s a hole in it.”

“It’s being fixed, it’ll be okay.”

A sudden knock on your window made you jumped and you turned in your chair to see him. You walked to your window and opened it.

He tumbled in and slumped to your bed, still in his Spider-Man suit. You sighed as you walked over and sat beside his face down figure, “So is this a ‘Leave me alone for five minutes and bring me tea’ or a ‘I am just being dramatic’ ?”

“I am not dramatic!” He shouted at you.

You just stared at him as he jerked his mask off, a very angry and hit look painted across his face.

“You know what?” He stood up, “Forget it! You don’t know the half of it!”

“Oh what don’t I know?” You said, feeling yourself become annoyed.

“What it is to be an actual superhero!”

It cut you deeper than it should’ve. There was just something about the way he said it that made you believe that he never thought you were more than his tailor and direction giver.

Anger filled you, “Oh please!” How quickly could he forget that he would not have been able to do it without you.

“You just don’t! And I don’t expect you to!”

“No, I don’t get the easy part. I don’t get the powers and I don’t get the praise but I hope you can do it without me.”

He stared at you, eyes scanning your face, “I don’t have the easy part. I have to except the fact my life is written out for me.”

“Well, should be easy to live then, the reassurance that it will all be okay must be great!” You folded your arms across your chest.

There was silence for a bit.

“What do you mean without you?”

“You said I wasn’t a real superhero,” you felt your anger subside, “And I got mad.”

He looked at you, “I am just… disappointed in what I now know my life will be like, it’s all already drawn out and I didn’t mean to take it out on you.”

“What will it be?”

“My uncle, and every other Spider-Man’s uncle, were already destined to die. So is a police investigator that I am close to.”

You could’ve swore you saw tears form in his eyes, something that never clouded the face for your sunny spirited friend, “Every Spider-Man has a Gwen Stacy. Every Gwen Stacy falls in love with Spider Man.”

You picked up on what he meant, you walked to him and wrapped your arms around him and felt his body give slightly, sniffing and snuffling noises leaving him. “Every Spider-Man and Gwen Stacy can’t be together, can they?”

He nodded yes, acknowledging that his young love was predestined to end. All you could do was hug him.

You thought about that all through the night. Mind drifting to how sad it must be. Suddenly something touched your foot.

It was cold.

Slightly slimy.

And it was moving.

With a shaky hand you pulled back the cover, revealing a crimson colored mass.

Before you could scream, it began to rise slightly off the bed and a pair of pearly white eyes with a light blue sheen came to the thing that was in your bed.

Fear filled you as words came from the creature.

“Hello.”

“Hi.” You all but whispered.

“Are you frightened?”

“Uh, yea, no offense but it’s not everyday a random blood looking creature appears in my room.”

“I am Toxin.”

“Is there something you need or what?”

“I can make you a superhero. You would want to help your friend, right?” Toxin remarked.

“Okay eavesdropper, but how could you do that?”

“I just need your body. Then you will have all my powers.”

“Could I web swing?”

“We could try.”

“What’s the catch?”

Toxin laughed, “Smart, aren’t we? Well there is one. What you eat, I take half the nutrients. I use your body as a sort of home.”

“It won’t kill me, right?”

“No. What parasite intentionally kills their host?”

“You need a marketing class.” You sighed, “But I guess we could take one.”

“We could.” Toxin smiled widely.

You extended your hand and Toxin climbed onto it, you shuddered slightly at the feeling, “How are you gonna get inside me?”

“Take a deep breathe.”

You closed your eyes as you breathed in through your nose, feeling him slip in your nostril. It felt like when a doctor swabbed your nose to see if you had the flu. You choked slightly, feeling it drip down into your chest. Then the voice came.

“It’s nice in here.”

“Thanks?”

“You’re welcome.” Toxin said, “Now, I request a sandwich.”

“PB & J?”

“Grape jelly.”

“Of course.”

Little did you know who was outside your window, having seen the encounter between you and the alien. It was Pavitr. His watch chimed.

“Canon Event Successful. Continue your work.”

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choclodox · 1 year

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Lyle’s IQ score Head Canon

HEAR ME OUT: as much as Lyle def gives me himbo™️ energy, I also feel like he’s supposed to be…PRETTY SMART? he’s just also goofy. Like, I feel like he’s one of those friends that’s the smartest but also the dumbest person you’ve ever had at the same time.

Here is my evidence (dons glasses and grabs a laser pointer)

1. First and foremost, I’m pretty sure Quaritch wouldn’t let a dumbo be able to advance to the rank of Corporal, so Lyle needs to have SOME level of competency (but there’s still some room for his goofball nature lol).

Side note, studies show that people who are comical tend to have higher IQs since it ranks critical thinking to understand humor and make jokes. So Lyle is at least smart in that department.

2. In the first movie, we can see that Trudy trusts him enough to work on her Samson. We all know how much Trudy LOVED her Baby, so she must have had some serious trust in Lyle (someone who wasn’t an RDA mechanic) to let him even TOUCH her Rogue One’s equipment.

3. Also in the first movie, Lyle actually knows his stuff about combat theory and the AMP suits. When Quaritch has Lyle survey the aftermath of the Omatikaya’s retaliation for the destruction of the Tree of Voices, Lyle is able to describe in detail what the damages are. He’s able to tell that the arrows were fired from Ikrans based off the angles of the arrows in the damaged equipment and dead bodies, he can say for a fact that the AMP suits are not just damaged but what exactly is damaged (the Driver in this case).

4. Now in the 2nd movie, we actually get to see more of his smarts come into action. Lyle actually gets promoted from Corporal to Lieutenant and becomes second in command to Quaritch. The RDA wouldn’t let that happen if he was purely a trigger happy soldier; you needs some gray matter for that position.

5. Next, Quaritch looks to LYLE to pull the security feed off of OG Quaritch’s AMP suit. And Quaritch is a smart guy too, but it feels like Big Curly Q knows he’s out of his depth on this one and just hands it off to Lyle because he knows that he actually knows his stuff.

But ya, thanks for coming to my TedTalk :)

Also, a few other hcs I embrace

Lyle is that ONE gringo friend that knows FLUENT Spanish (and possibly knows other languages as well). And when I say Gringo, I don’t mean he’s white but is still Hispanic, no. There is a reason why JamCam named this man after Wainfleet, Ohio (the Ohio of Ohio). But nobody questions his ability to speak Spanish. You leave him alone in any Authentic Hispanic setting and come back in 20 minutes, they’re running to the liquor store because they already ran out of Tequila/pisco/etc. TEAM LATINO LOVES HIM

*side note, Jake probably knows some Spanish too since he did his tours in Venezuela. Who knows, maybe he taught some to Spider because he knows he’s team Latino. A

*and Quaritch probably knows some of Nigeria’s native languages (Hausa, Yoruba, Igbo, etc) since he did 3 whole tours there before coming to Pandora

Lyle likes 90s music (Britney Spears, Mariah Carey) but mainly SHAKIRA. I could see him just dancing alone to Hips Don’t Lie and someone walks in trying to get his attention, but he doesn’t notice and they have to clear their throat and he just screams when he finally notices them

He can dance Samba, Cumbia, Tango, Flamenco. ANYTHING in that family HE CAN DO IT FLAWLESSLY ASU PAPI

Might come from a family of mechanics and worked in a mom and pop mechanic shop (I embrace that one HC where he has a love for cars and just engineering in general). Maybe he wanted to be a more refined engineer but just couldn’t pass the tests since he was more of an intuitive thinker and tests favor more of the technical thinkers.

Likes DragonBall Z but will never admit it

#avatar #avatar the way of water #avatarfanart #avatar2 #miles quaritch #jake sully #trudy chacon #lyle wainfleet #recom lyle wainfleet #lyle wainfleet headcanons

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cerealboxlore · 9 months

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imagine, and i don’t know how or why, cap having to reveal his identity to the league, but he just says his name

whatever members immediately look up billy batson, sees he’s a kid, and assumes that marvel being there is time shenanigans and that he was keeping his identity secret to not mess up the timeline

would be funny if somewhere after this another superhero asks him if he looked up to himself as a kid and he just responds with “nah, i hated captain marvel. i mean, who the hell would willingly be so cringy” or something idk i’m tired

that just seems like it could be a lot of fun to me

THIS TOOK FOREVER FOR ME TO RESPOND TO BECAUSE MY BRAIN WASNT BRAINING AND COULDN'T READ IT RIGHT BUT I GET IT NOW AND I LOVE IT

I think this is an amazing idea!! Using time travel as an excuse to lie to the Justice League and others about his existence is just pure, high-level wizard genius. Of course, some other time traveler, like Booster Gold, might make this a difficult lie to keep up, unless...he was in on the lie from the start 👀 It would make for a cute friendship between the two heroes and make for a good bonding story about the most unexpected people who became heroes.

A scenario where I can imagine your plan happening would most likely be a funny one, and while there can absolutely be a serious event that causes this idea of yours, I am laughing out of control thinking about Captain Marvel accidentally touching the lasso of truth and saying his name when someone asks him on the Watch Tower. And then he goes silent. Cap sees the rope next to him. And then everyone goes silent. They see the rope next to him. And then he leaves without saying anything, and the entire break room bursts into PURE chaos.

I think it's an awesome idea to have people think Billy hated Captain Marvel growing up, because that's just a factor of hilarity right there. In the Captain Marvel Adventures comic run, there was an issue where Billy pretended to have a feud with Captain Marvel (himself) so that people would leave him alone (if I remember right??). It's always funny to me to see someone pretend to hate their alter ego, it brings up so many opportunities for shenanigans!

Bonus:

Superman: Hey, Captain! Sorry to bother you, but I was curious, if it's not too much to ask, may I inquire as to why you're in the past instead of, you know, back in the future?

Captain Marvel: Ah, well, that's a pretty long story there, Supes. I can't go into it too much for privacy reasons, you know how it is.

Superman: Oh, no, I get it, don't worry, I won't press into it.

Captain Marvel: Hm...I can tell you this though, if I ever come into contact with my past self, due to my magic cells and the fabric of the universe, I will self-destruct.

Superman: ....what.

Captain Marvel: Yeahhh, it's a whole thing, it's why I never bother to meet my past self, and if you don't mind, I'd appreciate it if you left my past self alone. Haha, wouldn't want to risk cross contamination accidentally and explode.

He then walks away whistling without a care about what he just said, leaving Superman and the rest in a confused and concerned state.

On the news next week a JL member sees Booster Gold shake hands with Billy on the Fawcett City news (Captain Marvel's city) and holds back the urge to body slam him back to the future.

Gosh, this was wonderful to answer!

#this was such a lovely ask #tysm for the ask!#Billy Batson #dc captain marvel #shazam #justice league #dc comics #Bonus points if Booster Gold and Billy have an epic magical time travel adventure but no one saw it happen #more bonus points if Aqua Man hoses down Booster Gold with a tidal wave of water out of nowhere to not risk cap exploding #cap won't explode he just couldn’t think of a good lie in time #sorry for any spelling errors!

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letstalkaboutshtufff · 10 months

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The Sacrifice Douma x Reader pt 2

Pairing: Douma x reader

Warnings: Mentions of injuries and scary water( I don’t wanna spoil too much lol)

Summary: Reader Meets the mysterious demon.

Enjoy!

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“Welcome little flower, I must say I almost didn’t recognize you”.

Those eyes… full of color and yet it’s like there’s nothing behind them. Like a sunny winters day. Deceptively warm. A chilling bite disguised by outward beauty.

Hanako excused herself and shut the door. Leaving you alone to your impending doom. You shifted on your feet. Feeling like a minuscule worm in front of a hungry hawk.

You fixed your eyes on the floor, not being able to take his piercing gaze for more than a few seconds.

“Hmm?” You heard the demon hum and then some shuffling. Soft footsteps echoed in the dim chamber.

“Are you afraid? Well I suppose you would be , you’ve been through a lot my dear. That nasty old man was so cruel wasn’t he?” the demons tone sounded concerned and pitiful but you knew it had to be an act. Demons didn’t feel emotions like that.

“But don’t worry, I took care of him already..” he hummed happily.

Took care? What did that mean exactly?

You looked up slowly, shaky eyes meeting his eerie smile. But not quite having the courage to make it to his eyes yet.

“W-what do you want from me..?” You couldn’t hold back the burning question any longer.

“Ah so you can speak haha, I was beginning to think my bride was a mute”.

…..

What did-

You must’ve heard wrong..

Surely he didn’t say..

No, there’s no way, he said bribe.. or scribe.. yeah maybe he needs a scribe…

“Well back to your question little flower, how much did that filthy noble tell you?”.

“H-he told me I was being sacrificed..to a demon..”

…

“That’s all?” The demon cocked his head.

“That’s all..” you shuffled your feet.

“Oh, no wonder you’re practically shaking, I’m not going to harm you my dear, why don’t you have a seat and I’ll explain a couple things.” He smiled and motioned to a small table in front of his throne thingy. Slowly you moved and sat with your knees tucked under. The demon sat on the other side.

“Aren’t you tired of staring at the table? Look at me little flower, I’d like to speak while actually looking at you.” You didn’t want to, but you also didn’t want to make the demon mad.

Reluctantly you lifted your head until you met those piercing eyes again. Full of beauty but again something was missing behind those eyes.

“Much better, under all that mud I couldn’t tell, but now I see you have the most captivating eyes. Like the color of my favorite flower. I suppose I couldn’t have picked a better name for you” he smiled like he was enjoying an evening of relaxing tea and cakes. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please stop…”

“Hm? Stop what little flower?” He cocked his head to the side. A habit of his it seemed.

“I… whatever this act is.. if you’re going to eat me then please get it over with… don’t make a fool of me..” ugh you had to go and open your mouth. That’s what always got you into trouble, that big mouth of yours.

The demons eyes widened a bit and a look of obliviousness passed his face.

“What ever are you talking about? Why on earth would I eat you?”

Is he being serious?

“B-because you’re a demon..what else would you want with me?”

“Well yes I am a demon, and I won’t lie and say I don’t enjoy eating humans, but after the trouble I went through for you why do you think I would waste that by eating you?”

“B-but then-then why am I here??” Your voice raised slightly.

“Because you’re my bride of course.” He smiled like it was the most natural and obvious thing to say.

….

“…”

“Little flower?”

“I see” gracefully you stood up.

Douma only looked up curiously.

You smiled and bowed like you’d done a thousand times for nobles.

“Hm?”

It looked like the demon was going to open his mouth but before he could you spun around faster than a viper and in Douma’s opinion quite comically ran out the door leaving him amused and confused all in one.

“What a funny bride I have” he smirked resting his face on his knuckles leisurely.

Meanwhile you were chicken running across the household.

(I imagine something like this lmao, ignore the other guyXD)

Who?! What!? Where!? WHAT WAS HAPPENING!?

Dead, you must have frozen to death that night and this was your weird personalized hell.

No way this could be real. Did that demon really say you were his bride??

You almost let out a laugh. How obsurd. He was just playing with his meal but still, why did everything feel so damn confusing!?

Voices up ahead made you come to a screeching halt.

Quickly you dove into a nearby room, thankful it seemed to be empty and collapsed to the ground.

Your heavy breathes filled the silence of the room.

Just what the heck was happening to you?!

Your arms wrapped around yourself for comfort. Maybe running away from a demon lord wasn’t the best idea but he surely was powerful enough to stop you if he really wanted to.

Still you did what you always did, act first and think later. You’d probably made him mad and he was plotting your horrible end right now.

Chances of escaping a demon were low, you knew that but you at least had to try.

Sighing your eyes roamed around the dim little room you took refuge in. The only door was the one you came in through so that was out.

Tall shelves filled with books and scrolls lined the walls. It seemed like your only option was to nestle yourself behind them until dark, maybe then it would be easier to make your escape. The sun was already low in the sky so you knew you wouldn’t have to wait too much longer.

Whilst sitting in anxiety, curiosity also got the best of you. You reached for a wood bound book on the shelf in front of you.

The cover was etched with dark lines, swirled and straightened to make two figures. One feminine with long flowing hair and one masculine. The pair were embracing one another lovingly. You slowly ran a finger over the title trying to decode its meaning.

You knew how to read, but not better than a child. Unfortunately slaves were not given priority when it came to education.

Un-und

Under

The

Under the m-

Moonl

Under the moonlight

Under the moonlit s-sk sk sky

Aha!

Under the moonlit sky

You poked a finger under the wooden edge and turned it upwards.

You would’ve loved to try to read more but the pages were too dark, which meant your time to escape had come.

Gingerly, as to not aggravate your already aching body, you slowly got up.

You pressed your ear to the door.

Silence.

You let out a shakey breath before slowly sliding the door open.

The halls seemed empty which was a good start.

Tiptoeing quietly sounded like thunder striking on these creaky wooden floorboards.

Be quiet be quiet be quiet be quiet be quiet

Finally after what seemed like a lifetime you got behind the structure and onto open field. It was very hard to see, of course it was a moonless night because you always had shit luck.

The grass was soft under your sandals, damp still from fallen rain earlier that day you guessed.

You could vaguely make out some lantern light away in the distance. Seeing as you didn’t really have many options you started following it.

You tried not to let the darkness panic you. Thankfully your goal of escaping kept the short breathes and chest pain that being in the complete dark usually caused. Along with the horrible memories that paired with them…

Your thoughts must’ve distracted you too much or maybe it was because it was basically pitch black that you didn’t have time to react properly as your right foot descended down onto what was supposed to be soft grass and instead slid down something that gave way with a squish.

Your foot slid so suddenly down the mud that your whole body pitched forward tumbling into what you had first assumed would be a mud patch but to your horror what was supposed to be squishy was icy cold and wet.

It took your body being completely enveloped in the freezing waters to realize you fell into a body of water. A big one apperantly because as you desperately tried to find the ground with your feet you failed.

Flailing your legs and arms you tried to find the edge but it was so damn dark and you were in so much pain.

It didn’t help that you never quite learned to swim.

Your head tried to stay above but it was uselsss and soon you started taking big gulps of liquid.

You couldn’t-didn’t know how to stay afloat so you sank.

Deep

Deeper

And it was dark

So very dark

What a truly pitiful end.

You fought so hard these years and for what?

At least the demon wouldn’t have the satisfaction of tearing you apart.

Your lungs burned and you couldn’t hold your breath any longer.

So you let go.

God it was painful, the water rushing in.

Was it possible to cry underwater?

I wish I could’ve had more time

I wish

I-

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Oooh who could that be 🤭

Please lemme know what you think! Thanks for reading!

Part 3

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shina913 · 1 year

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Nothing | KSJ

Pairing: KSJ x Fem!Reader

Rating: 🔞M; NSFW

Genre: Established relationship; slice of life; fluff; smut

Warnings: dilf!Seokjin; cussing; fingering; quickie unprotected sex in a committed, monogamous relationship; creampie; soft-fluffy aftercare in the end.

Word count: 956 words

Summary: You can’t get laid while on vacation with your kids…or can you?

A/N: Believe it or not, this started off soft LMAO but...Idk what happened 🤡 Anyway, it's a random "missing Jin hours" night for me. And yayy I finally got to use this photo of Jin 😅 This is also unbeta’d so please excuse any typos or grammatical errors 😬

It was a holiday weekend and your kids were finally out of school. You and Seokjin booked a little staycation to kick off your summer.

You can’t get laid while on vacation with your kids. It was a thought you both knew all too well. Still, you had to commend him for making an effort.

He went all out and booked a junior suite with an actual door that separates the bedroom from the sitting room. Your hotel room also came with a large couch that had a queen-sized sofa bed where the kids could sleep. He hoped that with the resort's family-friendly amenities, the kids would be thoroughly entertained and effectively drained of all their energy so they could sleep early, leaving some much-needed alone time for the both of you.

However, just as the kids were exhausted, you and Seokjin were too tired as well.

The following morning, you check your phone and see that it's just after 6 AM—Seokjin is still fast asleep. You slowly make your way to the door, quietly open it, and discover that both children are also sound asleep. Suddenly, you get an idea.

You smile to yourself, gently close the door, and lock it to ensure that you have some uninterrupted time. Then, you crawl back into bed and nudge Seokjin awake.

He opens his sleepy eyes to find you staring at him, your smile with a hint of mischief.

"Good morning," he mumbles mid-yawn and rubs his eyes.

"Hi. Want to have sex before the kids wake up?" you ask without hesitation.

It takes him a few beats to realize what you’re asking him. "Are you serious?" He frowns.

Your face falls; it wasn't the reaction you expected. "Oh--"

"What do you think?" he asks sarcastically. "When have I ever told you, 'No, I have a headache or my back hurts. It's too hot out or too cold. The kids wore me out today; My mom is sick; Diane is going through a divorce; My foot hurts, my hair hurts,'" he grumbles comically.

Sure, some of it is true, but you can't help but laugh at his ability to find humor in it.

"Baby, I don't need to be seduced. You’re my wife! All you've got to say is 'wanna fuck?'" he says at the end of his tirade.

You look at him pointedly and ask, "Okay, so...wanna fuck?"

He stares at you blankly for a second then rolls his eyes. "Yes, of course!" he says enthusiastically.

You suppress a giggle but fail as you watch him frantically push his boxers down and kicks them off. "Oh-oh…right now, huh?" You burst into laughter at his eagerness and take it as a cue to undress.

He begins to slide under the covers, parting your legs slightly so he could eat you out, but grab his shoulder to stop him.

“We don’t have time for that,” you caution him. “Besides, I’m already wet.”

He smirks playfully, sliding his fingers between your folds to double check. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he pumps his fingers in and out of your entrance, taking a few moments to tease your clit.

“Jiiin…come onnn, please. Before Yuna starts banging on the door.” You could feel it in your bones. Every time you started fooling around at home, thinking your kids were sound asleep in their rooms, they would prove you wrong. Suddenly, you'd hear a little voice on the other side of the door, asking why it was locked. You could swear they had spider-senses or something.

“I just wanted a little taste,” he says before withdrawing his fingers to bring it up to his mouth to lick them clean.

Watching him drag his tongue to lap up your arousal turns you on to the point of no return. “Jin!” You whine, reminding him that you had a very small window of opportunity.

“Okay, okay,” he says gently before shifting his body to slot himself between your legs. “Ready for me?”

You nod and he braces himself. He sees you inhale sharply, and slides his length into your slick heat at the same time. As you exhale, the contact brings a different kind of high that electrifies you to the core.

You rock your hips to meet each thrust from him. Looking into your eyes, he tells you how beautiful you look and the way you're coming apart underneath him makes his cock harder. You pull his neck to bring his mouth down to yours, muffling your moans. He's hitting you exactly where you need him to.

Not a minute later, your back arches off the mattress as he swallows your orgasmic groans. He pounds into you, desperate to chase his own high. He buries his face into your shoulder as he empties himself into you.

You take a few seconds to nuzzle into each other, appreciating these rare but quiet moments where you can reconnect. It's a reminder that even though you have two children that take front and center nearly every waking day, your relationship will always take precedence.

"I don't hear them yet. Want to go get cleaned up first? I can go after you," he offers.

"Yeah," you answer, then give him a quick peck on the lips. You wince a little when he pulls out. You swiftly roll out of bed and dash into the bathroom for a shower.

After cleaning up, he pulls his boxers on and quietly unlocks the door, and leaves it ajar as if nothing happened. Just as he turns around to make the bed, your two children come barreling into the bedroom.

You laugh in the midst of rinsing off as you overhear them on the other side of the bathroom door, demanding breakfast.

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blondeboyfriend · 1 year

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𝐖𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 (𝟏𝟖+)

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[ PAIRING ] Yoshikage Kira x f!reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] I'd be lying if I said American Psycho didn't inspire bits of this fic. [ SYNOPSIS ] Against his better judgment Kira takes you up on your offer to grab some dinner after work. [ WORD COUNT ] 3k [ CONTENT ] Canon AU, POV switching (though most of it is written from Kira's POV), he is so goddamn mentally ill, y/n is crushing hard, masturbation, oral sex (f receiving), penetrative sex, handjob, murder, angst without a happy ending.

Yoshikage Kira never intended to go out to dinner with you. He was already fantasizing about a quiet evening at home as he finished up his work. He could picture it so clearly: sitting at his dinner table eating leftovers from the night before, eventually making his way to the couch to watch mindless television until the early stages of slumber enveloped him, then he would drink a warm glass of milk and do some light stretches before snuggling up under his freshly washed linen sheets, sleeping soundly until morning came.

But for reasons unknown to him, he felt compelled to take you up on your offer. Maybe it was how you walked by his desk six times before getting the courage to actually speak to him. Or maybe it was your feeble attempt at acting nonchalant about it and how cute it was when your desperation trickled through.

“I haven’t had the chance to try shabu-shabu since I moved here and I cannot be seen doing it alone. Think of what that’ll do to my ego.”

He chuckled even though he didn’t find your comment particularly funny. “Find a time when no one is around and go. Then no one will see you.”

“But I’ll know I’m alone. Like, I’ll have to live with that memory for the rest of my life.”

“What if the food is so good you forget about that part?”

“Kira,” you whined. “Come on. It’ll be fun.”

“I can’t; I have to return some library books. Why not ask someone else?” He leaned back in his chair, trying to see who was still toiling away in the office. “Ah, Natsumi would be a good choice. I bet she eats food.”

You attempted to quiet your laughter with your hands which annoyed him to no end. Who were you to put yourself on display in such a manner?

“I barely talk to her,” you finally said after reeling in your laughter.

“I don’t know what to tell you then. Maybe another night,” he suggested though he hoped you’d never follow up.

“I’ll pay! Please?”

He sighed, denying a cute thing like you was too cruel. “Will you have me home before 8?”

You reached out and put your hand on his shoulder. “Of course I will,” you replied, your tone comically serious. “You can count on me.”

He brushed your hand off of him while making note of how gentle your touch had been. Your hands were a sight to behold, just looking at them made all his blood flow straight to his cock. He crossed his legs and smiled sweetly, trying to maintain a veil of normalcy.

Kira knew he would be testing himself by going on a social outing with you. But it wasn’t as if he was an amateur. There had been plenty of times he didn’t let his urges get the better of him, even when presented with the perfect opportunity to indulge. He was more than capable of exercising self restraint. Besides you were his coworker. Killing you was far too risky. That in itself was enough of a deterrent.

“Do you have somewhere in mind?” He asked.

You nodded. “There’s a place not too far from here. It’s a few blocks down.”

“Have you heard good things about it?”

“No, terrible things. A guy got food poisoning and died in the bathroom with his pants around his ankles. They say his ghost haunts the restaurant to this very day with his dick hanging out.”

“Oh I love that,” Kira said quietly as he shut down his computer.

“Thought you would.”

He cleared his throat and looked up from his monitor. “I’ll meet you out front. I need to take care of a few things before we leave.”

You nodded and strolled off, unaware of the mental anguish that plagued him. Kira glanced down at his lap, watching as his cock fought against the fabric of his pants. He slowly got up, careful to obscure his erection with his quivering hands. Dizzy and humiliated, he skulked into the bathroom and quickly relieved himself. As he squeezed the shaft of his cock he fantasized about how your disembodied hand would feel stroking his tender flesh.

“Stop it,” he mumbled, hoping verbalizing his morality would make it appear.

Misery enveloped Kira as he washed his hands. He was careful to not look in the mirror, unable to bear the sight of himself. He breathed deeply as he unlocked the bathroom door, pulling it open only to be greeted by your expectant presence.

“I felt weird standing around in the lobby.”

He couldn’t follow your logic, but your earnest demeanor was precious so he didn’t think too hard about it.

“Great,” he choked out.

There was a sense of relief once the two of you were out in the world, away from the office. The air seemed lighter, the lights not so blinding and unforgiving. He was at ease as he walked beside you, your hands brushing up against his on occasion. Your disruption was more harmonious than he previously surmised. It was wrong to assume you were a woman of strife and discord. You were more benign than that. You were like petting a kitten that had been napping in a puddle of sunlight. Your presence carried the weight of a reassuring hug. He wanted to melt in your arms and drown in your sweetness.

Everything was painted in a blushy-orange hue as the sun slowly set. It gave your face an angelic quality as it danced across your face. To say you looked picturesque was an understatement. Nothing could shit on this moment; nothing could annihilate his peace. He was sure of it.

“This is… it,” you said sadly, noticing that the restaurant was in fact closed.

Suddenly everything came crashing down. Kira felt like he was going to vomit into his shoes.

“What a shame,” he said, voice straining. He was convinced he could cry at any moment.

Your eyes darted around. “We could get udon,” you said, pointing at a restaurant across the street.

Kira spun around and nearly moaned as relief filled his chest. It was directly across the street, its existence a good omen. He could have kissed you for pointing it out.

“Yes,” he said, wiping his eyes. “We can get udon.”

You gave him a confused look. Damn, he must really love udon.

Dinner went well. You both ordered the same thing, but that was only because Kira wanted to mirror you and what he perceived as your moral superiority. You talked about work, expressing similar grievances. He rarely voiced his discontent to anyone, let alone his coworkers, but you disarmed him. Everything he knew and held dear was now flexible; he didn’t mind bending a little for you.

You upheld your part of the bargain and covered the bill without a second thought. He contemplated paying for everything while you weren’t paying attention, but you were too quick.

“You could have at least let me pay for half,” he said as you signed the receipt.

You smiled. “Nah.”

The sun had set and the streets were not bustling with as much life. The sidewalks were practically empty. Eight o’clock was growing near, putting Kira on edge. His confidence in his self control was waning. It was time to go home.

“Well I’ll see you on Monday. Thank you for dinner. It was nice.”

“You don’t wanna hang out for a little longer? Maybe grab some tea? Pudding? Anything?”

He clenched his fists, nails piercing his palms. Your company was now a burden to bear. He knew you wouldn’t make it out alive if you stuck around.

“You know you wanna have tea with me,” you purred.

A playful grin adorned your face. It was true. Kira did want to have tea with you, but not like this. He wanted to be with you under the warm gaze of a perpetual sunset. He wanted perfection, but the circumstances made it impossible, sullying it all. The longer he was around you like this, the more he wanted to hurt you.

“I doubt anywhere decent is open,” he said firmly.

“We can go back to my place! I actually have this really good genmaicha if you’re into that sort of thing.”

Fuck, he thought to himself. I am into that sort of thing!

“Alright, a cup or two won’t kill me.”

“Me neither. Let’s gooooo.”

He could control himself; he could show a semblance of restraint. Maybe spending more time around you would let him realize your true value. If he liked you enough, surely he’d want to keep more than just your hand around. And it would be nice to have a friend at work, someone to make him seem like a typical guy.

He sighed and convinced himself everything would be fine.

And it was. When the two of you arrived at your home, Kira was pleasantly surprised by its comforting warmth. It was no sunset. But it was close enough, disarming him all the same. He made himself comfortable on your couch. You prepared the tea, blethering about your interests. He watched you intently, taking in every little movement you made.

“Don’t take this the wrong way,” you said, placing a cup of tea in front of him. “But you have the eyes of a hunter.”

“What?!”

Suddenly he was trying to look as doe-eyed as possible. He couldn’t believe his mask was already slipping.

“It’s not a bad thing,” you laughed, nervously scratching the base of your skull.

“I’m sorry.”

“Oh my god, don’t be,” you cooed as you took a seat beside him. “It’s not a bad thing. I—I, uh…”

You cut yourself off by taking a big sip of tea.

“What was that last part?” He asked, taking off his Valentino jacket.

He carefully folded it and hoped the wrinkling would be minimal. He then rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to feel less constricted, a little freer.

“Uh,” you mumbled, staring at his toned forearms. “It’s, like, attractive. I’m saying that objectively.”

You were courting him in the shadows. He wanted to shake you and beg you to stop, to end this nonsense, to kick him out of your home for his predator eyes. All the time Kira spent trying to shield you from it didn’t mean a thing. It made him ill. And it wasn’t as if he could tell you to stop being flirtatious because it made him want to kill you. If you knew that he was a demon with a thin veneer of sanity, he’d lose you forever.

“Thank you,” he said, sipping his tea.

“I’m surprised someone hasn’t scooped you up already.”

“I don’t really like to make myself… scoopable.”

“Fair enough,” you said, scooching closer to him. “So, you’re not seeing anyone then?”

He paused. “I am not.”

You placed your hand on his thigh, fingers grazing the inside of it. He stared down at your hand like it was a grenade.

“I’m not seeing anyone either,” you said bashfully.

Kira felt like he was going to implode.

“You know… I’ve always had a bit of a,” you coughed nervously, “crush on you. I don’t know why. I just feel drawn to you.”

His cock throbbed under his pants, begging to be freed. His carnal needs were taking over. He couldn’t remember the last time he actually fucked someone, and seeking solace in your cunt sounded endlessly appealing.

“Is that so?”

You nodded and squeezed his thigh. His body ached for you, all of you. He wanted to have every bit of it in his mouth and cover your skin with his cum.

“I need you, Yoshikage,” you said, pulling yourself into his lap. Your hands gripped his shirt.

He didn’t know what to say. You were seeing him too clearly. Hearing you say his name made it all too real. But still there was some allure to it. Rarely did Kira ever feel desired and it was clear as day that you wanted him. It stroked his ego in ways he never thought possible.

“Tell me how much.”

Your hands were now unfastening the buttons of his shirt.

“I’d rather die than be without your touch,” you mewled, rolling your hips against him.

Kira felt like his heart was caught in his throat.

You kissed his cheekbone. “Let’s go to my room.”

He followed you to your room and watched as you removed your work clothes. Your body was incredible, delectable, and he wanted to consume it. It was like a sun ripened peach, dewy and glistening under a full moon. He wondered how it would feel to sink his teeth into your flesh, how sweet your arousal must taste.

Kira did the same, carefully undressing and making sure his clothes wouldn’t look like crumpled paper once he put them back on. His ego sang as you took in his naked form. He knew he was physical perfection, a body in the image of a Bernini sculpture. Your eyes were wide, eager, and starving.

You crawled onto the bed, resting on your back with your legs spread wide. He had a perfect view of your slick cunt, one that nearly made him drool. Unable to contain himself, he got onto the bed and buried his head between your thighs. He lapped at your folds, the tip of his nose brushing up against your swollen clit.

He looked up at you and watched as you grabbed your breasts, pinching your nipples between your fingers.

“Feels s’good,” you mumbled in a blissed out daze.

Kira gave your clit slow, languorous licks, savoring the sweet taste of your arousal. He found himself rutting against the mattress, desperate to feel some form of friction. The sounds of your breathy moans sent him spiraling into a pit of pleasure and despair. His urges were creeping around him, whispering in his ears.

I wonder if she’d make the same noises if you sliced her up a bit.

He closed his eyes and focused on kissing the inside of your thighs while he slipped his fingers inside you. Your moans grew louder, more comely, as he curled them.

“More,” you moaned as you laced your fingers in his wavy, flaxen hair.

Show her the real Yoshikage Kira.

“I want your cock,” you whimpered.

He got on top of you, his blue eyes lost in your haze of ecstasy. Lust radiated off of you, drawing him in. There was no way he could deny you.

He guided his cock inside you, tossing his head back as it was surrounded by the plush heat of your cunt. You locked your legs around him, clinging to his body like your life depended on it. He loved every minute of it; feeling wanted and needed was the best sensation in the world. He was sure of it.

His thrusts were languid and sensuous. Kira liked to take his time while fucking. He was never plagued by the overwhelming reflex to come as fast and hard as possible. He preferred to focus on the needs of his partner, slowly drawing out their transcendent moans. He was hypervigilant in his awareness. You couldn’t hide a thing from Kira. He noticed every muscle twitch, every gasp and groan, every gloriously enraptured expression.

“How does it f—feel?” You asked.

He didn’t want to speak. He felt safer with his mouth shut.

You tightened your cunt around his cock.

“Shit,” he choked out as he bottomed out.

You let out a deep moan and dug your fingernails into his shoulders. Your orgasm flowed through your body, replacing your blood with unadulterated ardor. Your sweet sounds filled the room, overwhelming him.

“I can’t,” he spat out abruptly.

He pulled his cock out of you and rolled gracelessly off the bed.

“Huh?” You were in a fucked out daze.

“I have to go.”

“Is this about the library books?”

He shook his head. “No. I j—I have to leave.”

“Can you at least tell me why?”

“I’m afraid if I stay I’ll do something to you.”

You gave him a confused glare. “What are you talking about?”

KIra stared down at his hands, hoping they would have an answer.

“There is something terrible happening inside me and I don’t want it to interfere with my work life.”

You sat up, your annoyance was tangible and took up space in the room. Your eyes were fixed on his erect cock.

“No one has to know.”

“But—”

“Come on. Let me make you happy before you leave, hm?”

His eyes darkened. “You want to make me happy?”

“Yes. I wanna be filled with your cum,” you begged.

He walked over to the bed and grabbed your right wrist.

“Jerk me off.”

“Uh. Okay,” you said, squeezing his swollen shaft.

Precum dribbled out from the tip, coating your hand and you serviced him. You didn’t look enthused, but you gave it your all.

“Good girl,” he choked out as his cock spurted cum over your chest.

Kira looked down at you, trying to memorize your face since this was the last time he’d see it. He would miss your goofiness and your sweetness, but living without it wasn’t impossible. Life would just go back to the way it was before, the way it should be. Home by 8:00 PM. A glass of warm milk. Stretching.

Surely you would understand why he had to do it.

“Whoa,” you said suddenly. “Wha—what’s that fucking pink thing behind you?”

He panicked and Killer Queen vaporized your body, leaving nothing behind. Kira fell to the ground and buried his face into the side of the mattress. The pain in his chest was sharp and raging. He wished he could go back in time and never agree to dinner. He would have forced Natsumi to go with you. He would have insulted you to your face. Anything to keep you away from him.

Kira was at a loss, alone in your home. He had no idea if anyone saw him come in or if anyone at the office knew you two had gone out. He cursed himself for being so reckless and began to sob. His hubris has gotten the better of him.

What a waste. But don’t worry. There will be another one.

Before you ask: yes, y/n was a stand user. Her stand was Baby One More Time and she could bring plants back from the dead.

#yoshikage kira x reader #kira yoshikage x reader #kira x reader #jjba x reader #jjba smut #jojo's bizarre adventure smut #.fics #.jjba #.kira #reader insert #x reader

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cheesecakeluvrs · 30 days

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Rogue and Gambit in X-men 97’

This is neither One Piece nor Sanami but I’m obsessed with X-men 97’ currently and I need to talk about this somewhere

I keep seeing people say that Rogue is cheating on Gambit in X-men 97’ but that is absolutely not the truth. This is understandable because the general knowledge is that Rogue and Gambit are together because they are in the comics and I’m sure some people who watched the original X-men animated series as a child look back and remember them being together. While they were awfully flirting with one another they never got together officially

This is also probably because Rogue and Gambit were a pretty fresh couple in the early nineties so I’m sure the writers just went with the same flirty approach that they had before they got together in the comics

While it’s clear they have feelings for each other as they kiss 2 times and almost another (although one of those kisses was not consensual) and Rogue also calls herself “Mrs. Lebeau” when she needed a name (which I’m sure there was also confusion on Rogues name due to it also being fresh) they are definitely NOT together

Gambit is literally my favorite character so it’s hard bashing him so much like this but he has no right to get jealous of Rogue. Everyone on the internet keeps saying “poor Gambit” and such and I just wish they would watch the original

Gambit in the original is just not a great guy a lot of the time to Rogue. First, one time Morph flirted with Gambit as Rogue and told him that she had been lying about not being able to touch people (LIKE HOW DO YOU FALL FOR THAT HOW DOWN BAD ARE YOU) so his reaction to that is to go up to her while she’s sleeping and kissing her resulting in his passing out. Like I get you want this woman but leave her to her sleep

Second, he makes kinda creepy comments too. Like one time he tells her “you need to lay off the fried chicken” and one time she was just out of her usual fighting clothes and he said “you should dress up for me sometime” (but she did flirt back in that situation so I’ll give him that one)

Lastly, saying Rogue cheated on him is crazy because Gambit flirts and hits on so many people (even though they’re not serious he still can’t get jealous of someone else’s relationship if he’s doing that) then has the audacity to get all angsty when Rogue and Cody go on a date or when Rogue and Archangel touch and share a sentimental moment due to Rogue absorbing some of his memories one time

Okay okay and DESPITE all this I am still Rogue and Gambits biggest shipper and cheering for them in 97’ so what is going on with Magneto. People who did a single google search keep coming up with the “well Rogue and Magneto were canon in the comics”, yeah they got married in “Age of Apocalypse” but referencing couples outside of 616 is crazy. You know who else has been together when we are counting EVERY timeline? LITERALLY EVERYONE. This is Marvel comics, this is not new, everyone has hooked up and everyone will continue to hook up. Just look up a list of all the people Wolverine alone has been with

Sure they COULD go with Rogue and Magneto for X-men 97’ and I’m just a stupid dum dum for believing otherwise but I see no reason to with all the buildup of the original and that sad face Rogue made in episode 4 was a little hm….

I think this is all for a little drama, a little development, a little spice because if Marvel hates anything it’s happy couples with no problems. I am praying that this is just to improve their relationship and at the end of this stupid love triangle they will finally be together but who knows

There is also a little theory that Magneto and Rogue actually aren’t doing something too crazy. I just find it weird that they haven’t actually shown us anything (I know they can’t show us them doing something devious but maybe at least kissing) only heavily suggesting it with the training room and Gambits nightmare thing. It’s just because a lot of times shows and movies will heavily force something like someone cheating then they later find out that they were actually just spending so much time together because they were planning their birthday party or something

I sound as desperate and delusional as Gambit but I’m doing all I can. I probably should’ve just waited for tomorrow then posted this after watching the new episode but I couldn’t wait so maybe all of my thoughts and opinions will change in a few hours

#x men 97 #xmen #x men #gambit #gambit x rogue #rogue x gambit #rogue #x men the animated series #genuinely tweaking

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sparrowofthedawnsworld · 2 years

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Fifth Floor Shenanigans- Josh Kiszka

A/N: You guessed it, another idea that was so graciously given to me by the angel: @theweightofjake . I’m still working on the Danny smut, it’s taking more work than any fic i’ve done so far. I promise it’s coming soon, though!

WARNINGS: Exhibitionism, sex in front of an open window, Josh deserves his own warning in this cause whew, oral (both receiving), spanking, hair pulling, praise, unprotected sex.

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Thrilled was an understatement for you, if you were being completely honest.

Josh had asked you to join him and the rest of the boys, on their weekend in Las Vegas, where they were set to open for Metallica.

This whole trip had you absolutely beaming from ear to ear. Not only was it absolutely incredible that they were opening for Metallica, but it was also your very first time in Vegas.

“Holy. Shit.” You whispered in awe, peering out of the tour bus window. Even though it was already dark, that just made it even more beautiful to you. All the cool lights and signs scattered about all over the city.

“Never seen Vegas before, Y/N?” Jake chuckled, peaking out the window himself from behind you.

“Nope, never.” You answered simply, glancing back at him with an excited smile.

Jake shook his head, looking over his shoulder at his twin in exaggerated disappointment. “Josh, come on now. You’ve never taken your woman to Vegas?”

“I would have eventually!” Josh defended, throwing his hands up. “Mama, did I not say if we didn’t go to Vegas again soon, I’d just take you myself?”

“He did say that.” you played along, defending your boyfriend’s side.

“We’re almost to the hotel!” Danny hollered out from the front of the bus, earning moans of approval from nearly all of you.

While the tour bus was lovely and cozy, it definitely wasn’t something you in particular were used to at all. And for the boys, they were quite the opposite - Being all too familiar with the comfy, but slightly snug bus. It definitely got a little much after too long.

“I think I’m just gonna stay in and fucking sleep tonight.” Sam mumbled, resting his head in his hand that was propped up on the small dining table. “I feel like I’ve been run over seventeen times.”

“Told you not to mix different alcohol.” Jake poked, in an ‘I told you so’ tone.

“Beer before liquor, never been sicker-“ Josh started, snorting a laugh when Sam cut him off.

“-Yeah, yeah. Liquor before beer, you’re in the clear.” Sam waved his hand towards Josh dismissively.

“A hard head makes for a soft ass, Sammy boy.” Jake teased, enjoying agitating his younger sibling a little too much.

“Or in this case, a madly hungover one.”

“Hey, Jake?” Sam said, as if really about to ask him something.

“Huh?” Jake glanced up at him, immediately taking note of his annoyed, unamused expression.

“Shut the hell up, will you?” Sam glared, rubbing at his temple.

Jake and Josh both laughed at Sam’s expense and you just shook your head, but only feeling partially sorry for him.

All of you had separately warned Sam about mixing beer and various types of liquor.

Danny came strolling to the back of the bus, having heard just enough to join in on the teasing.

“Leave the poor, hungover, baby alone.” Danny tried to sound serious and sympathetic, but everyone could see him stifling laughter.

“Fuck off…” Sam whined, but still ended up breaking into a small smile.

Not even five minutes went by, before the bus was coming to a stop outside the hotel. All four boys scrambled up from their spots and snatched up all their belongings so fast it was comical. Practically falling over one another to get out.

“Come on, mama!” Josh called for you impatiently, already at the front of the bus.

You got up, scanning around for some of your things, but It didn’t take long for you to realize Josh had already grabbed your suitcase, too.

“I can carry my bag, baby.” You said as you reached the front of the bus, reaching out to take it from his full hands.

“Absolutely not.” Josh shook his head, nodding for you to go ahead of him out of the bus door. “Go on ahead, babe.”

You placed a careful kiss to his cheek, thanking him softly, before you stepped out of the bus.

Even just the outside of the hotel, was absolutely stunning. It didn’t seem to be incredibly new, but not exactly what one might consider “old” either.

“Gosh, this is gorgeous..” you took in everything -completely awestruck- as you followed Danny and Jake inside the huge, glass doors.

The inside was even more beautiful than the outside, perfectly decorated with lots of warm colors everywhere. It felt so welcoming and home-like. You looked around in silence for a moment, before Sam came slinking in beside you.

“Fuck, get me to this room already..” Sam grumbled, rubbing his eyes.

“Relax, you big baby. Five minutes tops and we’ll have our keys.” Jake waved him off, walking up to the older, but very nice looking lady behind the front desk.

“Shit-“ Josh heaved, stumbling in and dropping both yours and his bags at his feet. “We need to start packing lighter.”

“I hope by “we” you mean you, Josh. I didn’t even pack as much as I normally do!” You snipped playfully and he scoffed.

“Babe, you have seven different outfits for the three days we’re gonna be here.” Josh pointed, with a dubious look.

“Argue in your room, love birds.” Jake joked, walking up to all of you with room keys in his hand. “Here’s your key. We’re all on the 5th floor.”

You took it, giving Jake a warm smile. “Thank you, bud.”

You turned to address Josh, but he had already hauled your bags to the elevator and was standing inside holding it open for you.

You rushed over with a shake of your head, practically running to get inside.

“In a hurry much?” You jested, pressing the button for the floor fifth floor like Jake had told you.

“I just can’t wait to see this room,” he smiled excitedly. “It’s such a beautiful hotel, just imagine how those rooms look!”

Had you not already been basically over the moon with excitement yourself to match Josh, he certainly would have brought you to his level. His excited energy was insanely contagious.

“I can’t wait to see it, either. I know it’s gonna be gorgeous!” You agreed, matching his enthusiasm.

The elevator stopped and a few seconds passed, before the doors finally parted to let you two out.

Glancing over, Josh was busy situating his own bag in his arms, so you took the opportunity while you could.

You snatched up your bag and took to quick strides down the hallway, leaving Josh little time to protest against you carrying your bag.

“Y/N, I suggest you put that bag down!” Josh yelled from behind you, stepping out of the elevator just moments after you, but your quick walk put you a good bit ahead of him.

“Nope!” You shot him a toothy smile over your shoulder, to which he raised his eyebrows at in playful surprise.

You finally reached the door, with Josh hot on your heels and you scrambled to get the door unlocked. You hurried in, giggling and dropping your bag down, quickly making it out as if you were going to lock him out.

“Gotcha.” Josh stopped the door, pushing it open with his one arm that wasn’t occupied by a suitcase. He dropped his own bag to the floor next to yours, giving you no time to run from him.

Josh wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his body as you continued to giggle breathlessly.

“What have I told you about carrying your suitcase, huh?” Josh questioned poking at your side, earning even more bubbly giggles from you. “You. Don’t. Touch it.”

He emphasized each word with more pokes to your side, making you squirm in his strong arms.

“Okay, okay!” You caved, breathing heavily from laughter.

Josh released you, placing a soft kiss to your cheek. “Let’s look around!”

The two of you walked deeper into the giant hotel room, mouths gaping ever so slightly at how stunning it really was.

Just like the lobby, it was decorated in warm toned, cozy colors. A beautiful, cream colored love seat just off to the side of the king sized bed. The bed was stacked with pillows, a fluffy, inviting comforter perfectly laid across the top.

But what really had you two stunned into silence for a few good moments, was the huge, floor to ceiling window that nearly took up the entire wall.

“You’re kidding…” Josh spoke up first, barely above a whisper.

The window had a beautiful view of the city, lights of all colors shining in and glistening through the window.

“This is the best fucking hotel room I think i’ll ever see…” you stated, eyes taking in the size and overall beauty of it.

You walked closer, reaching out to place your hand on the arm of the loveseat, while you gazed out the window. Josh trailed along closely, wrapping an arm around your front.

“A beautiful view, for a beautiful girl.” Josh said softly, earning a halfhearted eye roll from you, but his words still didn’t fail to make your cheeks tint pink.

“You’re so cheesy, you know that?” You shook your head, turning slightly to face him and his goofy smile.

Josh’s smile turned smug in a blink and he tugged his bottom lip between his teeth for a split second. “Would you rather me be cheesy, or fuck you senseless in front of this window?”

Your face twisted in shock at Josh’s sudden shift, but you recovered rather quickly, thinking he was just joking around. There was no way he would really do that.

“Are you saying that to be funny, or are you saying that because you actually want to do it?” You shot back cooly, but it was an honest question.

“If I say it’s the latter… How would you feel about that?” Josh’s voice lowered, tugging you closer to his body. His eyes filled with lust, silently telling you he was definitely being serious.

“Josh… I haven’t even showered or-“

“Y/N, we just showered in the bus a little bit ago. We can take another one after.” Josh’s hands were already roaming around your body, to which your body was already reacting to.

You glanced out of the window, taking heavy note of the fact that it was nearly dark already. People could easily look up and see the two of you.

“You wouldn’t really fuck me right here…” You laughed lightly. It sounded more like a challenge to Josh’s ears than just a genuine thought.

“Really? I think it would be great…” Josh smirked against the skin of your neck, where he hadn’t stopped placing gentle kisses.

His hands traveled to your hips, gripping them tightly, causing your breath to hitch. He turned you around abruptly, pulling your back against him.

“Don’t you think so?” Josh asked into your ear. His hand reached out and brushed the arm of the loveseat, “I’ll take you right here. Bend you over the arm of this chair and fuck you… right where everyone can see.”

A breathy whimper slipped from you, revealing to Josh just how much you were enjoying this. The whole idea of being seen, sent your adrenaline skyrocketing. The mental pictures of Josh taking you where people could so easily see, was so beyond hot and thrilling.

“I’m starting to think my naughty girl likes this idea.” Josh chuckled darkly. “That’s incredibly dirty of you, mama.”

“Josh.” you huffed, aching for him to do something.

“What? Is my baby getting needy now?” Josh fingers ghosted over your temple, trailing down and brushing away some hair that had fallen in his way. “Did I paint a dirty picture, in that pretty mind?”

“Yeah, you did… And I’m gonna need you to do something about it.” You demanded, turning around in Josh’s arms to connect your lips with his.

Josh kissed you back hungrily, groaning into your mouth. His hands moved up to cup both sides of you face. Your hands searched for the hem of his white shirt and once you had it fisted in your hands, you broke away from the kiss to tug it off him.

You pulled him back in, but his eyes had fixed on the loveseat beside you. His eyes darkened, as if he was playing out a filthy scene in his mind.

“Wait right there.” Josh ordered gently, pointing to a spot out of the way of whatever he was about to do.

You watched Josh make his way to the opposite side of the loveseat, grabbing it and pushing it around to a new angle - facing the window now, instead of towards the inside of the room.

Josh met your wide eyes, a devilish grin on his lips. “Come here, mama.”

You made your way around to him without even having to tell your body to move it felt like.

“Whoever bothers to look up here, is gonna get a real show.” Josh smirked, grabbing you by the waist and facing you towards the window.

“But I bet You want them to see though, don’t you?”

All you could give was a barely noticeable nod, finding yourself unable to form a coherent thought as you looked down at all the people walking the city streets.

“Ah ah, Speak up. Tell me, pretty baby.” Josh pried, gathering your soft dress in his hands.

“Yes-“ you squeaked. “Yes, I want them to watch.. Want them to watch you fuck me.”

That was all the conformation Josh needed, before he was practically ripping your dress off your body.

He placed a few lingering kisses along your shoulders, one of his hands coming up to your jaw as he trailed kisses up your neck. Using the firm grip, he turned your face to the side and met your lips in another heated kiss.

Just when you were about to turn and deepen the kiss, Josh broke away and guided you backwards towards the loveseat. You followed the silent instructions of his hands, sitting down and looking up at him much too innocently for what was about to be asked for you.

Josh looked down at you for a moment, admiring your mostly naked body before he knelt down in front of you and finally spoke up.

“Let’s get these off.” Josh whispered more to himself, hands reach around for the clasp of your bra. He’d just barely torn it away and tossed it somewhere in the room, before he was playing with and sucking at your nipples.

“Josh, baby..” you sighed, pushing your chest further into his face. “More, please-“

“More?” Josh leaned his weight back on his heels, drinking in every inch of you.

“Yes… please, Josh. Need your mouth on me.” You rushed out, reaching for him in attempts to pull him back in closer.

“You’ll get my mouth, princess, don’t worry.” Josh soothed, leaning forward again to trail open mouthed kisses up your thighs.

You lifted your hips up when you felt Josh’s thumbs hook into your panties, swiftly sliding them down and off your legs.

“Want you to do something for me, mama…” Josh grinned up at you, mischief clear as day in his expression.

You swallowed thickly, nodding for him to continue.

“Show me how you play with yourself.”

“Fuck, Josh.” Your eyes flashed up to the window, nerves beginning to bubble up.

“Don’t worry about them, it’s just for me.” Josh ran his hands up your thighs slowly. “Even if they do watch, this is all mine. All for me.”

“You’re not helping.” you shot, allowing Josh to spread your legs a little at a time, despite the sudden nervousness.

“Do it, baby.” He commanded lightly. “I promise I’ll make you cum myself, just show me how pretty you play with it for a minute, yeah?”

Josh rested back on his heels again, watching you shyly slip your hand down to your dripping heat. But, all the shyness fluttered out of your body as soon as your middle finger slipped through your folds, collecting some of your wetness and going straight to your clit.

“God…” you whined, thankful for the relief but wishing it was Josh’s fingers working you over.

“That’s it… Show me.” Josh crooned, eyes locked in on your hand that was tending to your bundle of nerves.

A louder moan bubbled out of you, moving your hand down to slip a finger inside yourself. Trying you hardest to focus on Josh, even though part of you was definitely getting off on how exposed the two of you were to a city of people.

“Atta girl, mama.” Josh praised, hands going back to tracing random patterns over your thighs. “Atta fucking girl.”

“Please Josh, I want- I want your hands- or your mouth.” You begged, eyes fluttering closed in pleasure, but yet not nearly as much pleasure as Josh could give you.

“You will get them, I promise.” He assured you, one hand abandoning your thigh to readjust himself in his pants, growing harder and harder with each second that passed, as he watched you please yourself. “God, you’re so pretty like this. My beautiful girl. My good girl. You’re doing so good for me.”

“Oh, fuck- please,” you moaned, rocking your hips into your own hand at Josh’s constant praises.

“You wanna cum, mama?” Josh cooed, arms wrapping around your legs to pull you closer to him.

“Yes, baby, please!” You answered him, bucking your hips up in search of his mouth.

Josh laid a soft kiss just above your clit, licking through your slick folds right after at a frustratingly slow pace. He watched you through his lashes, tightening his hold on your thighs to stop your writhing.

His tongue finally settled over your swollen bud, drawing tight circles around it with his tongue skillfully.

“Oh, shit-“ you whined, one of your hands finding home in his curly hair, the other fisting the edge of the chair’s cushion.

Josh hummed into your cunt, bringing one of his hands down to tease two of his fingers at your entrance. Pushing them in with one smooth motion, he went straight for that spot inside of you, that only he could reach.

A cry of bliss ripped it’s way out of you, echoing off the walls of the hotel room. You’d eventually remember it and be embarrassed of who might have heard later, but your mind was too focused on Josh.

“That feel good, pretty mama? You gonna cum for me?” Josh purred, keeping his fingers curling at a steady pace, with his thumb swirling over your clit.

“Yes! Fuck, i.. I’m gonna-“

A choked moan bubbling up from your lungs cut you off, the knot in the pit of your stomach tightened until it finally exploded. You fluttered rapidly around Josh’s fingers, back arching off the small couch and toes curling as you came all over his hand.

“Fuck, you are a piece of art, baby.” Josh murmured, placing kisses along the inner parts of your thighs.

“Absolutely beautiful when you cum for me.”

You settled down from your high, head tipped back as you tried to steady your breathing. Josh let go of you, getting up on his feet slowly.

You watched him attentively. Taking in the way his chin was glistening with your cum, how dark his eyes were with lust, the veins in his forearms popping in different places while he undid the button and zipper of his pants. He was absolutely mouth watering.

Regaining some strength and composure, you pushed yourself up and carefully slid down to the floor in front of him.

“Y/N, you don’t have t-“

“Shhh,” You hushed him, reaching up to help bring his jeans down his legs. He stepped out of them, and you slid them off to the side somewhere.

You took him in your hand, teasing his tip with your tongue and gathering up the pre-cum that had been leaking out.

“God, you’re- you really are my dirty girl. Sucking my cock in front of the window like this.” Josh groaned, head lulling back as you took him into your mouth all the way.

“I fucking lo- love you..”

Listening to Josh moan while you sucked him off, was one of your top favorite things ever. Getting on your knees for him, was something he would never have to ask for. You always wanted to do it - You loved to make him fall apart at the mercy of your mouth.

Sinking your mouth down around him even deeper, your eyes began to water as he pressed against the back of your throat.

“Fucking hell-“ Josh moaned loudly, hands shooting to the sides of your face to quickly guide your mouth off of him. “Gonna cum if you do that again… I wanna cum inside you.”

You gave Josh your hands and he helped you up from the floor, pulling you over to the arm of the loveseat.

“Bend over for me, right here, baby.” Josh directed and you did as he told you, lowering your body down against the loveseat.

You turned your head, looking out of the window once again - another rush of adrenaline surging through your body that Josh took notice of.

“You fucking love this, don’t you?” He asked with an amused chuckle. “What if my fans see us from down there?”

“So? They’ll fucking love it. You already know that.” You bit, becoming a bit impatient and needy.

“Watch it, mama. That would be a real show, if they got to watch me spank this pretty ass because you wanted to get mouthy.” Josh snapped back, landing a harsh slap onto the swell of your ass, that sent you lurching forward.

“Fuck!” you hissed, while Josh soothed over the stinging skin.

“M’sorry. I’m sorry.” You choked out, clenching around nothing at his sudden aggression.

“Mhm, I bet you are.”

Josh teased along your folds, coating himself in your slick and thrusting into you, filling you up in one swift motion.

“Fuck you take me so well, princess.” Josh rasped, pulling out completely and pushing back in with a sharp thrust. He repeated that action a few times, drawing a stream of whimpers out of you, before he settled into quicker, harder, thrusts of his hips.

“Deeper, Josh. Please, harder!” you gripped at the decorative pillow beneath you, jolts of pleasure shooting through your body, that felt like little bursts of electricity.

One of Josh’s hands traveled up your spine, gripping your shoulder roughly and shoving your upper body further into the loveseat, allowing him to hit even deeper inside you.

“Ohmygod. Please, oh god-“ you cried out, gasping whines flowing in an almost constant stream out of your mouth.

“There you go, mama. Let me hit that spot.” Josh growled, fingers tangling into your hair.

With his right grip on your hair, Josh hauled you up and you quickly grabbed the arm of the loveseat to hold yourself up.

“Fuuuck me!” You nearly screamed, head dropping down as you panted and struggled to hold yourself up from all the pleasure.

“Take it, baby. Be my good girl and take it.” Josh managed out through gritted teeth.

You could feel Josh pulsing every so often against your walls, letting you know he was nearing his orgasm.

And you weren’t far behind him, but Josh, knowing your body, already knew that. Which you were so thankful for, because there was absolutely no more getting words out past your moans.

Josh’s hand wrapped around you, middle and pointer fingers finding your throbbing clit, rubbing fast, but light circles into it.

Another echoing cry of ecstasy erupted from you, mixing with Josh’s growls and moans, sounding absolutely obscene as they bounced off the walls.

“Louder. I want everyone on this goddamn floor to hear your pretty noises.” Josh grunted, quickening his thrusts with a harsh tug of your hair.

A pornographic noise tore it’s way from your lungs, completely out of your control. As if Josh really had the power to make your body do whatever he says.

You tightened around him, causing his thrusts to become sloppier as he was slammed into his high.

“Give it up, princess. Cum for me.” He commanded breathlessly, letting out a lengthy groan, his grip on your hair tightening again as he released inside of you. Sputtering out more praises that were completely lost on you.

Your second orgasm washed over you, stealing all the breath you had left in your lungs and blurring out your vision. You started to become unsteady, fighting to stay upright as your high tore apart in the most beautiful way you from the inside, out. Thankfully, Josh had just enough strength left to hold you up, otherwise you would have surely crumbled to the floor.

“Damn it…” Josh uttered, breathing heavily against your back. He carefully pulled out of you, then scooped up your shaking body in his arms once he had calmed down.

You were like putty in his arms, completely spent from the two earth shattering orgasms Josh had given you.

“You alright?” Josh chuckled, smiling down at you languidly.

“Mhmm..” You hummed, leaning your head against his sweat-glistened chest.

“Do you think anyone saw?” Josh’s smile widened, flashing the slightest bit of his teeth.

“I highly doubt it, Josh.” You giggled, peaking up at him, watching his lips contort into a devilish grin.

“Well, I’ll guess we’ll just have to keep fucking in front of that window, until we know someone did.”

“No way, Mr. Exhibition kink.”

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autisticlancemcclain · 10 months

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fic rec friday 33

welcome to the thirty-third fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

1. Rose-Colored Boy by melancholymango

“I missed you, you know.”

“Yeah?” Lance sighed, warm and giddy, clearly not absorbing how serious the words truly were. Keith nodded his head for a few seconds, not trusting himself to speak around the size of his emotions. He was suddenly brought back to the years alone on the whale, when all he’d had to keep him going was memories of his friends, of Lance.

“Yeah.” Keith said, more certainty in his voice now. He reached down, hesitantly threading his fingers through Lance’s and giving his hand a squeeze. Lance tensed next to him. “I still do.”

“I mean, I’m right here.”

“Are you? You still seem pretty far away.”

again i know im not really big on those fics that make the team out to be deliberately cruel, but sometimes its cathartic tbh. sometimes you remember canon and ur just like yeah what if he got angry. what if someone got angry for him. what then. and mango gives us that

2. Swamp of Sorrows by SwissArmyKnife

Pike gets exposed to acidic ooze, which leads Block (& Keith) to make a few discoveries about their party’s rogue.

“We can't leave them like this,” Meklavar said of Valayun and Pike, who’d been laid beside the fire. "Look at how bad those welts are." She came up with a bottle of oil and a cake of soap. "I can smell water nearby. We can get them washed and roll them in a blanket to sleep off the spore. What do you think?"

"I think it's our only choice," Takashi said.

monsters and mana fic!!!!! everybody say YES to righteous anger on pike’s behalf. and also say yes to pike bc i love him. this fic is interesting bc its a little tense and awkward bc this ragtag team of misfits doesnt quite trust each other yet but they also cant quite stop themselves from caring about each other. so even though they dont all agree on eveyrthing and dont agree about all, they do agree that pike needs more care than he got. also unrelated but the fact that shiro’s m&m name is fucking takashi kills me every time like man just wants to be himself 💀

3. Beneath the Champagne Sea by SwissArmyKnife

The paladins make a diplomatic visit to a planet with sexual dimorphism roughly opposite that of Earth. Women are larger and more powerful, while men are leaner and smaller. Cue their horror at gaunt, sickly Pidge and mild disgust with the ’womanly’ Shiro. Lance hits the sweet spot. He's got the build and features to draw the eyes and the charm to keep them. Their hosts are quite taken with him, in particular the daughter of the queen, whose forwardness is a comic reversal of Lance’s usual dynamic with women. Lance likes the attention and finds her intriguing, but eventually things take a discomforting turn.

Lance tried to step around her, wanting to walk away from a conversation that seemed less and less likely to end well, but Leh’n seized his wrist before he could. Her grip was tight, and freeing himself would require an act of aggression, which he still wanted to avoid. ‘Think of the mission, of how important it is to get the castle up and running again,’ he coached himself.

Still, that did nothing to stop his blood pressure from skyrocketing as Leh’n leaned closer and said. “I am not accustomed to reluctance.”

i swear to god that ive recced this before, but i couldnt find it in my records so here it is!! this fic is endlessly fascinating. the exploration of gender roles is super interesting, considering who is impacted in this fic and how. the discussion about beauty standards, power imbalances, the alien wrench in things was so cool! and i think lance, who is very much someone who rides that gender lines in terms of presentation of hobbies and even chracter traits, makes sense as the main character here. interesting think piece.

4. you had me at merlot by @ryomakun

“Oh my God,” Lance says as he covers his face. Keith’s tinny voice blares from his laptop speakers: “What do you call a fake noodle? An impasta.” See, this joke might have been funny if someone charismatic and charming had said it, but Keith’s flat voice and even flatter expression effectively kidnaps, tortures, and then decapitates any chance of it being remotely humorous.

Keith accidentally starts a YouTube channel. Lance, of course, refuses to be left out. It goes about as well as you'd expect. (Ft. copious amounts of wine and a truly shameless number of references to MyDrunkKitchen, DailyGrace, and general pop culture)

this fic is HILARIOUS. its one of the firsts i ever screenshotted for the scrapbook i have of fics that made me laugh out loud. i offer you this one part that really made me giggle:

““It tastes good,” Keith says petulantly as he glares at the accusing finger Hunk has pointed at him. “No offense Hunk but that stuff you gave me for my twenty-first tasted like feet and antiseptic.”

“That was a merlot,” Hunk wails. “The good kind, too!”

Ignoring them, Lance stands in front of the rum selection. This is why he didn’t want to bring anyone. They might call him loud and embarrassing, but at least he doesn’t yell inside WalMart about the virtues of a “real red wine.” An elderly couple passes through, eying the bickering three. Lance resolutely pretends he is here shopping by himself.“

the way they are so ridiculous that LANCE of all people is embarrassed of them...cinema. also this fic is peak bc it has klance as enemies to lovers and childhood friends to lovers at the same time. iconique

5. Flayed by @admiralcanthackett

Lance gets hit with a face full of spores and it leaves him wracked with pain. Touch is the only relief he can find.

yes i know i tag this author all the time but in my defense there was a point in my life where i was OBSESSED with faer fics. truly. anyways this one has unexpectedly protective keith, like to a very high degree, and im loving the heavy themes of trust and emotional as well as physical vulnerability

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

#pretty varied this week tbh!!#anyways #vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #keith #keith kogane #team as family #lance & hunk #established klance #enemies to lovers #fic rec #fic rec friday #langts #monsters & mana

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i hope yk you’re literally one of my favorite writers on here<3 i hope you don’t mind im requesting again😭✋

i was thinking kf miguel’s past, especially in the comic runs and i feel like many people sort of skirt past the fact that he literally has ex girlfriends and i feel like that could be grounds for some jealous!reader👀

i don’t know how to articulate my thoughts on this but i was wondering what your hcs would be in such a situation where the reader is jealous asf 😃😃

BFJDJD TBANK YOU AO MUCH YOURE LITERALLY THE BEST

jealous! reader IS SOOOO ME LMFAO

miguel o’hara x jealous! s/o reader hcs

you feel the need to be very assertive if someone is crossing miguel’s boundaries or trying to hit on him, YOU LITERALLY PUT THEM IN THEIR PLACE IN FRONT OF EVERYONE YOU DO NOT CARE IF IT CAUSES A SCENE OR NOT. so miguel has to stop you and carry you away (literally) poor miguel he’s kinda embarrassing but still puts up with you 😭

you protective nature can come off as possessive sometimes so miguel tells you to take it down a notch and you do, you apologize to him and he accepts your apology always…definitely reassures you that you have nothing to worry about <3

he says he has eyes for you and only you but you usually be like “do you really? like actually?” and he’ll be “yes i’m serious,” and if you still don’t “believe” him…he’ll spoil you and show you in different love languages that he does love you and only you

you may give sharp glares, cross your arms, or create physical distance between miguel and whoever has caught your attention 💀

you express your jealousy verbally!! you aren't afraid to speak up and let miguel know when you're feeling insecure or uneasy.

you regularly remind miguel how much he means to you and how lucky he is to have you. you express your love and affection in heartfelt words, reaffirming the strength of your bond. your jealousy doesn't stem from insecurity but rather from your deep investment in the relationship.

spending quality time with miguel is extremely important to you so every time he’s done playing spider-man, he’ll come by and swoop you up for a date or just to be with you :3

suggestive you may leave love bites or hickies as a subtle way of marking him as your own. it’s your way of stating to the world that he belongs to you and you alone.

he’ll pepper your face with tender kisses, whispering sweet words to assure you that he only has eyes for you.

jealousy can stem from little things, like someone looking at him for too long or a seemingly innocent conversation with another person. you may not always show it openly, but your eyes darken with a touch of jealousy that can be both intriguing and intimidating.

tags 🏷️!! @kairiscorner @meeom @astro1bloom @obi-mom-kenobi @emiemiemiii @sabcandoit

#spiderman atsv #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o'hara #atsv x reader #🌱 lin writes #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel o’hara x y/n #lin’s asks #♡´･ᴗ･`♡ lin answers #miguel o’hara x gn reader #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o’hara drabble #miguel o’hara x yn #miguel o’hara x you #miguel x you #miguel imagine #atsv miguel

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chrisevansonly · 1 year

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Betrayal

Chris Evans x Female Reader

Summary: It must have all been too good to be true, it must have been a joke to him, because you don’t hurt someone the way he did. You don’t betray the woman you love this way, and yet in some sick and twisted way, he did, and that was the end of your happily ever after

Warnings: Angst, Infidelity, Swearing, No happy ending

A/N: I love angst but hate no happy endings, which is funny cause here’s a fic with no happy ending LMFAO I hope you guys enjoy this and the next few fics I get out tonight, so here we go, a lil short but I tend not to write long fics…yet….

Word Count: 775

It was quite comical in this moment, the thought that giving your all in a relationship for 4 years would be enough, that putting all your love into this one person would keep infidelity and lies away. You shared a home, laughter, memories that all of a sudden crumbled into pieces like the lamp you’d thrown across the room moments ago, as nothing but rage blinded you. You stared at Chris as he looked back at you, his eyes red and tired, and in other circumstances you would have probably given a shit, but right now, you hated his guts

“I don’t know why you’ve taken me to be a fucking idiot, but to say I’m surprised right now, is the understatement of the century.”

He nodded taking one step closer

“You’re not an idiot ba-“

“Do not fucking call me that, you lost that right when you slept with another woman.”

You scoffed shaking your head incredulously at the seemingly pure disregard to the severity of the situation on Chris’s part. The man you’d moved across the country for not the man you thought he was at all

“Did you even stop and think of me at all? Of the girlfriend you had a home? The woman who moved across the god damn fucking country for you Christopher?!”

Your voice resonated off the living room walls, blood boiling, eyes seeing red, you were fed up with him and this bullshit of a relationship you had formed and when he didn’t answer you, the anger seemed to die down just enough for you to feel the hurt and sadness climbing up your throat

“I left my family, my job, my friends, I left everything behind because I loved you and wanted to be with you and you can’t even look me in the eyes and tell me if you even thought about me before fucking her.”

He looked down, running his hands along his face while letting out a sigh

“I don’t know what I was thinking okay. I fucked up, I messed up and I know I can’t take it back, but I cannot lose you, I can fix this, I can work on things, I can do whatever you want.”

You laughed tears lining your eyes

“I want you to go to hell, and never contact me again. I’m leaving now, and lucky for you, I’m already packed. So, I hope she was worth it to you, I don’t have time to be with a man who’s still in his frat boy days and can’t settle down. You can have a midlife crisis alone, you can say you want something serious with someone else because we both know you don’t, instead of being a man and letting me know, you decided to destroy me to have what you really want in life Chris, and that’s a simple no strings attached hook up.”

You turned grabbing your purse and keys, taking off his house key and the extra key to Lisa’s, placing them down on the table in the hallway, sniffling quietly as you attempted to hold the waterworks back

“Don’t contact me, don’t follow me, we are done, I will never give you another chance, I hate you with everything in me Chris, I can’t believe I wasted 4 years of my life for this bullshit. I hope you’re happy.”

Without letting him say another word you opened the front door and walked out, slamming it behind you and making a beeline to your car. Throwing everything in the passenger seat when you got in, you didn’t allow yourself to cry until you pulled out of the driveway. The house you used to love, the house you dreamed of having little kids running around fading into the distance as you hightailed it to the freeway. Four years of nothing but love and support only to end in a pain you couldn’t even describe, the pain of friends being right in saying he’d break your heart. What celebrity would ever stay with you long term, especially one with a track record of sleezy hookups despite wanting something ‘real’ and ‘meaningful’ what a fucking joke. Unfortunately for him, you’d never let him walk all over you, you’d never forgive him, he was dead to you, all you needed to do now was get the hell out of Boston and start over. You knew it would hurt for a while, and even through the tears spilling down your face, you knew brighter days would come for you, even if it did rain for a little while, you would get through this, one step at a time.

#chrisevans #chrisevansxreader #chris evans x reader #chris x reader #rueswrites #chris evans imagine #chris evans fic #chris evans x you #chris evans x girlfriend!reader #chris evans x female reader #chris evans fanfiction

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dyns33 · 1 year

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The Ending

Last Morpheus x Hob!Reader. A bit hard to read, and with spoilers from the comics, careful.

Y/N Y/L/N couldn't die.

Not if she didn't want to.

Lord Morpheus repeated this to himself over and over as he continued to search for her everywhere. He refused to think that his sister might have changed her mind or that his immortal lover might have decided to leave without telling him.

Something else must have happened, and though it might be horrible, Dream told himself that he would find her, that she would be alive, and that he would help her get better, for as long as necessary.

She had told him about her long life, he had seen some of her nightmares. Y/N had experienced a lot of things, she was strong, smart. Everything would end well.

Her disappearance dated back to a few days now. If he hadn't learned to control his rage, Lord Morpheus would have punished Johanna Constantine for causing all this trouble. She had come to seek the help of Y/N and Hob for a dangerous mission, thinking that it would be better to be accompanied by people who could not die.

There are fates worse than death, Dream had once told Robert. You can be injured or captured.

It had happened to him soon after, like a premonition, and now Y/N might be stuck somewhere. Maybe she was being tortured, and if he didn't move fast enough, if she lost hope, then she might call his sister to end her suffering.

But no, she couldn't die, he refused that.

Despite his best efforts, traveling the waking world and dreams, dispatching Matthew and his most loyal subjects, he was unable to find her.

The Hecate didn't give him any help, answering with riddles and mocking him. Lost, he did something he hadn't even thought of doing when he was captured : he called his family. It wasn't as helpful as he would have hoped.

As always, Destiny couldn't do anything, saying whatever was supposed to happen would happen.

Death only reassured him, promising him that Y/N had not contacted her, and that if she did, she would take him with her to save his beloved. She looked strange, but said nothing.

Destruction didn't answer.

The twins were a little surprised by his request, savoring this moment, happy to see him so weak in their domains, desperate and in love.

"We'd be willing to help you just because we pity you and you finally seem to realize you're no better than us..." Desire began.

"... But we can't do anything for you. An ancient magic seems to have taken your lover." continued Despair. "She's too far from us. Sorry."

It was out of sheer politeness, knowing how susceptible she could be, that Dream went to Delirium. Poor Delirium, his youngest sister would probably not achieve more than the others had already done.

She jumped up when she saw him, saying that she had missed him, before saying a lot of nonsense, but listening all the same to the reason for his coming. Delirium looked serious for a moment, thinking hard, before jumping up again.

"I dON't KnOw wheRe Y/N Is. BUt I knOw whO I CAn Ask !"

"Come find me if your friend brings news." sighed Morpheus who wasn't really listening.

"He'S nOt MY fRIenD, BUt OkAY !"

A few hours later, someone showed up at the gate of the realm, and Matthew flew as quickly as possible to his master to tell him that Y/N had returned.

In an instant, Dream appeared beside her, hugging her, asking her if she was hurt, wiping the tears from her cheeks, touching her bloody hands.

"... I'm fine." she whispered without looking at him.

"Obviously not. If those who hurt you are not dead yet, I will find them and lock them in an eternal nightmare."

"Forget it, Morpheus. I don't want to talk about it."

"I cannot leave unpunished those who have dared..."

"Nobody hurt me." Y/N said more firmly, but still avoiding his gaze. "It's not my blood. I lost myself, in limbos. It was impossible to find my way, I was alone, and I was afraid of arriving in hell, or of dying without doing it on purpose. Then he... I do not want to talk about it."

"He ? Who is he ?"

Y/N initially refused to answer, continuing to cry, before falling to her knees and beginning to ask his forgiveness, as if she had committed a crime. The pleas came next, her love saying that she would understand that he hated her, that he never wanted to see her again, but that she had no choice. She was shaking, as if she was afraid of him.

"He asked me... He was so tired, so kind. His voice... His voice..." she sobbed, taking Morpheus's hands. "He had such a beautiful voice."

Then Dream understood. And after having focused his attention only on Y/N, he contemplated the universe and whispered the name of his son who was no longer there. That was what his sister had hidden from him. What his brother had meant.

Y/N was alive, and Orpheus was dead.

Delirium had had the idea of going to ask her nephew for help. She had never thought of it before, but he was a oracle, so he knew everything, and he didn't have to keep quiet like their big brother. She wanted to ask him where her dear other brother Destruction was, but Orpheus had smiled, saying that his uncle didn't want to be found, that there was more important matters to deal with at the moment, and that he wouldn't be here afterwards.

Using his link with the Limbos where he had lost Eurycype, he had found Y/N and he had guided her to the exit. He had, however, asked her for a favor.

"He said he wanted to join his wife. He couldn't stay like that anymore. He was already dead, or almost. He was staying for his mother, and you, even if he was convinced that you didn't love him anymore and that you would never come back to see him. He would have wanted to see you, and at the same time, he was afraid. Afraid that you would reject him, or that you would accept his request. He knew the rules, he knew what he would happen to you if you released him, so... He asked me. I didn't want to do it. I said there had to be a solution. I didn't want you to hate me."

"My love..."

"He said it would be fine. That you would understand. He sang to calm me down. A lullaby you made for him. It was beautiful. Oh, Morpheus, it was beautiful. Forgive me."

Unable to speak, he took her in his arms. His son was right, he didn't hate Y/N. He would never hate her, he was glad she was back, that she wasn't hurt. Yes, Orpheus was long dead, though none of them wanted to accept it.

"My love..." he whispered again, continuing to rock her, trying to calm her crying, as he had done with this little baby that Calliope had given him. "There is nothing to forgive. You granted his wish, you did nothing wrong. You gave my child peace, something I could never have done. I wanted him to live, I was not here for him. At least he's with his wife now. He's happy."

Y/N continued to cry and apologize for several hours, hugging him and letting him kiss her until she was too exhausted to move.

It was not necessary to warn anyone. Once his partner was calmer, although still feeling guilty despite all his reassuring words, the family came.

Morpheus was afraid that they would be violent towards Y/N, that they would insult her, curse her, try to kill her.

The meeting was very strange.

Destiny didn't speak much, only repeating that what had to happen had happened. He quickly added that the other option would have been difficult, for everyone. Death hugged his brother, then Y/N, without saying anything, because it was not necessary. Destruction did not come.

The three youngest were the most surprising. Very serious, very solemn. Despair offered her condolences. Delirium apologized if she had made a mistake. Desire remained in a corner. It wasn't time for teasing, but none of them were mad at Y/N. Their nephew had been on the borders of their domains for too long, it was good that he was free.

Calliope arrived last, calm and serene, but with tears streaming down her cheeks. By stupid reflex, Morpheus stood in front of Y/N, but the muse smiled sadly at him, before passing and taking his companion's hand.

"Thank you." she said. "Thank you for helping my son."

Not considering that she had helped him, Y/N just nodded trying not to cry again. She couldn't, and Morpheus took her back to their room as soon as everyone had left.

Of course, there remained the dreams and nightmares, curious and worried, who wanted to check that everything was alright for their creator, but also for his lover. They all adored Y/N, they didn't like to see her so sad, but above all, they wondered if their master might not blame her for what had happened.

"I do not understand what you mean."

"Well... She... She killed your son, boss." muttered the raven as if he had just said an insult. "Yeah, he asked her, and she's sorry, and I understand, but… You might be upset, and angry."

"I am not."

"Not even a little ?"

"I'm not saying that the loss of my son doesn't cause me any pain. But Y/N is safe and sound thanks to him, and I've only felt joy since her return." he said, stroking the hair of the immortal, who was starting to wake up. "Excuse me, Matthew, but I don't want to leave her alone during this moment. I'll join her in the Waking World, tell Lucienne to watch over the realm while I'm gone."

"Yes, boss. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. If anyone is responsible, it's me. I had minimized my son's suffering. If Y/N had died today... Maybe I would have gone to hell for her. My sister would have laughed at me, saying that I was selfish. I could have helped him, I didn't. My brother is right, things happened as they were supposed to , and now I have to follow my own advice. Accept that he's gone, and savor every moment with Y/N, my Y/N, that he brought back to me."

The raven refrained from answering. He wasn't really satisfied, but he couldn't do anything. It wasn't a nice ending, like in the fairy tales, but it wasn't a bad ending either. Life like stories, their master well knew, did not always have happy endings. They had endings. And if in his Y/N was at his side, that was enough.

#Sandman #dream of the endless #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless imagine #dream of the endless fanfiction #morpheus #morpheus x reader #morpheus fanfiction #morpheus imagine

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shiny-miltank · 25 days

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why hello old friends, you’ve found me once again (it wasn’t a secret really lol). to start off myello. sorry for disappearing off the Mewcrew blog. It gets all kinda wordy so it’s under a readmore.

Long story short I suffered from a mental Illinois(tm) spiral of depression, work exhaustion, undiagnosed/untreated adhd and big time imposter syndrome + burnout. Zoom into today I’ve been in therapy for my big time sads with some new perspectives and management, got some adhd meds, my job quit on me (long story) so now I’m slinging it freelance artist style and seeing how it goes, and back with family cause living alone was expensive and very Not Good for my brain it turned out. Still working on new changes and learning about the anxious smorgasbord up in the head.

Now there’s still no guarantee? That Mewcrew stuff is going to come back in full force like it did. Im still trying to like it again cause I do miss them. It took a long time and effort just to draw them for the wips I got going in the bg after like the three years leaving. Tbh the blog became something I didn’t want and instead of casual, low effort, funny not serious Just Roomates on misadventures in a pink void comic it became long hours of planning and plotting and rendering and feeling it wasn’t enough with my nasty soup of brain ick continuing to make me feel bad for not keeping up with a constant pace and comparing my work to the artists around me (again it was my brain funguses making reality hard-no one else. The artists around me back then were legit the nicest peeps around-still are). I’m also still really nervous and anxious around big communities that seemed to have sprung up HELLO ALL OF YOU LOL. I remember when it was just three of us xD And I still have to sit with my imposter syndrome and understanding I have things to offer that people do want to see and to stop anxieties from comparing my work to others.

So for now if I am posting Mewcrew stuff it’s mostly going to be here on my main from now on and not an individual blog (me figuring it’s just a lot of effort to keep up with so many blogs and logins, I think any new project or direction I go is just gonna be slapped on my main from now on. The less effort the better for my energy.). It’ll be sporadic and in a much different direction that was more akin to what I wanted it to be and much more casual comedy (or my flat sense of humor-I’ll laugh at knock knock jokes fr) slice of life with very little, even parody “plot”. And most of it until im comfortable with releasing complete mewcrew/mewtwo content will be on my patreon with again spurts of it here on tumblr and on my other socials. And if any of you come into my inbox saying I’m paywalling my own content AGAIN I will come for your kneecaps no joke you are NOT entitled to my work ESPECIALLY when this is now my main form of income. Anything on my patreon is /extra/ and early works and for peeps who choose to/want to and or capable of supporting me. That was literally the final straw that made me take a step out way back then: there’s still somebody behind the screen please remember that. This is just for my anxieties and getting comfortable with my characters again at a slow pace👍 I do miss everyone I use to interact with and want to be part of the bigger community here that’s sprouted up. Just gotta walk slowly with my social anxiety and other things first.

Thanks for reading and choosing to stick around if you do!

#lechetxt #lots of brain soup problems here #but hello again pals 👋 it’s been awhile!#and hello to new folks 👍

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thefourthwifeoftengenuzui · 1 day

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I saw that your requests were open so I was wondering if you could do Asahi x reader? Maybe relationship headcannons? You can have creative liberty with everything else though.

Thank you ^^

ofc Anon, happy to help ya out! This is my first time writing for Asahi, but honestly it should be pretty easy, because I’m an asahi Kinnie. Love y’all sm, if you liked this, make sure to like, follow, and if you curios, just ask

warnings: Swearing, crack, fluff? Mentions of vagina? Has one section implying a AFAB reader, but is only one paragraph. If you aren’t a pussy owner, pretend it’s a papercut it literally the same results. I tried to make it as gender neutral as possible.

status: edited, but at like 3am so read at your own risk

💜Asahi Azumane💜

💜Boyfriend Headcannons💜

First things first, Man is so freaking shy. Like goodness, he wouldn’t be able to talk to you when he has a crush on you. So, if you want results, you have to A) Be confident, and B) be in a place he’s comfortable interacting in. Like at volleyball practice (Gia- Joden shut your ass up, your AsaNoya is showing.) So, for this let’s just imagine you’re a second year, helping Kiyoko manage the team. Yeah that sounds a lil familiar but shhhhhhhhh, let me have this.

Once we get over the hurdle of him actually asking you out (AKA Tanaka bullying him into doing with some, if you don’t do it, I will,) Be gotta be the biggest sweetie ever. Like I’m used to writing for assholes, but I physically cannot with this man, this pure sweet chipotle bowl of a man. The most shit I can say is that he’s a pussy.

Please. For the love of God (Gia- You called?) Play with his hair. He will literally melt like butter into a blushy slushy mess it’s so freaking adorable.

The literal epitome of pit bull energy. Like so freaking terrifying on the outside but inside? Literally the softest thing since Japanese pancakes. And because of this, mfs be terrified to talk to you. Like even if he’s so polite, things don’t change. What he says- “Hi, I’m sure you didn’t know, but that’s my partner , and it looks like you’re making them very uncomfortable, could you please leave them alone.? Thank you! 🌸☺️🌸” What people hear- “Aye yo, what ya doing with my girl buddy? You tryna start something, I’ll fucking kick your ass *insert Tanaka face*”. Yeah, it’s a common occurrence for people to tell you to blink twice if you need help.

Even though he’s canonically not planning on going to college, he’s still above average in school work. Not really in terms of analysis and problem solving, so his best subjects are stuff he can just memorize like science or History. If you happen to be weak in either of those, he would be more than happy to help after practice or during weekends. He’s super patient with you and often suggests snack breaks and other things whenever it gets to much. (Because of that he’s also really good at helping you through panic attacks, more on that if I do a part 2.)

In terms of cringe, the cringiest thing y’all do would be like seriously basic couples costumes. And I ain’t talking joker and Harley Quinn type bs (that fr can be cute sometimes,) I’m talking moth and lamp type shit. I know it’s probably adorable to some of yall but it gives me the serious ick.

Speaking of the Ick, man uses the most horrendous nicknames unironocally. He doesn’t do it all the time (especially after Tanaka nearly pissed himself after hearing him trying to be tender.) like I can just hear him saying, “Hey muffin, can you grab my bag from the club room? I have to help clean up.” (Gia- joden ewwwwww stop it that’s literally so gross.)

reads you the Bible

Yall know that one comic where it’s like killer croc and his girlfriend walking around and she tells him how much she loves him and how safe he makes her feel? Yeah that’s literally yall and it’s so precious. Like just imagine walking anywhere and everywhere holding pinkies (my gay lol heart is melting) while he’s just being a blushy mess.

Noya is the main wingman, but still doesn’t know on how how you got together. His idea of friendly advice is, “QUICK BEING W PUSS AND ASK THEM OUT LIKE A MAN ASAHI😤.”

Regardless of if you are a titty owner or not, please don’t take your shirt off around him, he will literally malfunction.He will literally have an aneurysm. Like mans nosebleeds will rock him like a rocket. Like man will be in the morgue from blood loss. And we still need this man for cuddles, so no. Kill the spike not your boyfriend, can i get an amen 🙏?

He is the most precious fluffy boyfriend possible. Like he’s the sweetest of all beans. Like you could ask him to murder someone and he’lll just be like, “Yes Sweetie anything you say dear 🌸🥰🌸.” Kinda like Gojo in that one jjk scene (the I’ll murder you one)

he loves restaurant dates, but like don’t take him anywhere who only has spicy food. I love this man with all my might, but he is a serious pussy. Like my goodness has the gracious. And he won’t even say anything about it. My poor baby will just suffer in silence. So please don’t, he’s a poor baby.

This one’s for all my long hair honeys. One word. Hairties. Hairties Galore. He never has enough. And he always has them at the ready. But on the unlikely chance he doesn’t, he has no problem using your scrunchies during a game, and it’s seriously the softest marshmallow man move ever. I can not emphasize it enough.

ok this man if the favorite of all of his younger cousins. Like the little dudes love just climbing on them. He physically cannot say no to them. So, what’s something they force him to do? Watch Disney princess movies with them. He knows all their names trust. His top three definitely Jasmine, Belle and Cinderella, trust me on this.(Gia- fuck sukuna, Asahi x Cinderella for life lol) He gives the most insane Disney adult energy it’s insane. (Gia- joden, chill with the slander mate).

He is a living random fact generator. No I will not elaborate. He watches that kind of YouTube shorts. He’s so boring I swear to fuck.

(I had to Make Gia write this lol) This one is for all my pussy people. He gotta be the most worried individual on this side of the nuthouse whenever you’re bleeding. Like the second he hears your on the cycle it’s, “OMG ARE YOU OK, ARE YOU DYING? OMG MY GIRLFRIENDS DYING, HELP WE NEED TO GET YOU TO THE DOCTORS! PLEASE DONT DIE ON ME BABY! DO YOU NEED PADS, HEATING PADS, IBUPROFEN, CHOCOLATE!?ILL GET YOU THAT, THE VERY BEST BEST QUALITY-” please shut him tf up. He’s gonna have a panic attack, please calm him down,

for us non pussy personas, just imagine you got a paper-cut. He literally acts the same way.

For my final big thing, ima just give ya’ll little addicts exactly what yall came here for: Crack. (Also yes a changed some lyrics, I ain’t about to whitewash no characters)

Tanaka- EVERYBODY SAY SAUSAGE KEEP IT GOING, EGGS BACON GRITS

all- Sausage!

Noya- IMA SKINNY BITCH BUT I STILL TAKE

all- Sausage!

Bokuto- GOT A FAT ASS BUT I STILL TAKE

all- Sausage!

Oikawa- GOT A FLAT ASS BUT I STILL TAKE

all- Sausage!

Y/N- WAKE UP IN THE MORNING GOTTA EAT THAT-

all- Sausage!

Hinata- IMA RED HEAD BUT I STILL TAKE

all- Sausage!

*Literally everyone is gay in this show so I’m not including this verse*

Yachi- CUTE GIRL SWAG BUT ILL TAKE YOUR MANS

all- Sausage!

Asahi- hagsaggecgedhurdgiitg

all- Sausage!

Saiko- Big tits, and I’m thick so you know I take

all- Sausage!

Kuroo- Yeah I read but but they’re all about

All- Sausage! Sa-Sa-Sa-Sausage, Sausage

kiyoko- I like girls, can I still take sausage?

All- AYEEEEEEE

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bro I ain’t gon lie, I had so much fun writing this, but I’m sorry I took so long Anon, I love all of yall so much, but I also am smack in the middle of exam season, and you’re boy needs his degree. If y’all love this, then feel free to ask for more, it’s free, and like and follow me. Love y’all lil freaks,

Joden (edited by Gia)

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu headcanons #Asahi #asahi azumane #Asahi fluff #asahi x reader #jesus #kurasuno #Kurasuno x reader #Kurasuno fluff #asahi azumane x reader #Ask me anything #trending #reqs open

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lostywrites · 8 months

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“He’s been refusing to talk to me. I was hoping he’d open up to you,” Max’s muffled words floated through the closed door, reaching the speedster’s ears. Sulking in his room for hours after arriving home, Bart had ignored Max’s attempts at conversation. He vaguely detected Superboy’s voice, but his frustration with Robin had eclipsed any remnants of desire for social interaction.

The door opened, Superboy's concerned voice now seeping into his private space. His bedroom resembled a chaotic collage, with clothes, underwear, and comic books strewn haphazardly across the floor.

“Hey, Imp,” Superboy greeted while effortlessly defying gravity to reach Bart perched atop his bunk.

Shoulders hunched and gaze affixed to the floor, Bart sat on the edge of the bed, his legs dangling. “Just leave me alone.” The words were heavy with a mix of despondency and a stubborn determination to wallow in self-pity.

Superboy sat alongside the brooding speedster, his voice quiet. “You know, Robin was angry because he cares about you. Gotham’s a dangerous place, and he’s lost people he cared about. The Joker triggered some dark memories.”

Impulse’s voice was bitter. “So now I’m a burden he has to protect? I’m not some helpless kid. I can take care of myself.”

“I know you can, Bart. But sometimes, it’s okay to listen to those who have more experience in dealing with certain criminals. Robin didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“He didn't have to throw it in my face like that. And I’ve had my share of battles, too, y’know. He’s not even super-powered like us. Strip away the gadgets, weapons and martial arts, and Rob wouldn’t last a minute against the kind of criminals I’ve confronted solo.”

“Robin may not have super powers, but that doesn’t make him any less of a fighter.”

Impulse’s shoulders slumped, his anger deflating. “I know that. I just don’t want him to be mad at me. I didn’t come to Gotham to fight crime with Batman. I was there to see him...to, you know, pull a prank or two and get a few laughs...”

“Okay I really gotta ask. What’s with the pranks?” Superboy's tone held a touch of amusement. “Why do you always mess with Robin?”

Bart’s lips curled into a mischievous grin. “Well, he’s always so serious and intense. It’s fun to see if I can crack that tough exterior...”

Superboy raised an eyebrow, his gaze lingering on Bart. “Is that the only reason?” he asked, playfully nudging the speedster.

“Yeah, pretty much. It’s just my way of having fun.”

“Really, Bart?” Superboy's voice held a note of scepticism. “It seems like you target him more than anyone else. Why haven’t I ever been on the receiving end of one of your pranks?”

Bart slumped his shoulders and sighed. “Alright, fine. Maybe there’s another reason...”

“Spill it.” Superboy prodded.

Bart hesitated before admitting, “I like getting his attention, okay? When I pull a prank or mess with Robin, he pays attention to me, even if it’s to scold me.”

“You know, sometimes when we’re drawn to someone’s attention like that, it might mean something more.”

Bart’s eyes widened, and he looked at Superboy with a mix of surprise and anxiety. “Whaddaya mean?”

“Do you think you might have a crush on Robin?”

“What?” Bart’s expression shifted from surprise to denial. “No way! It’s not like that.”

Superboy sprang off the bunk bed and levitated in front of Bart. “Feelings happen. It’s normal to feel some sort of attraction to someone. If you do like Robin, there’s no shame in admitting it.”

Bart’s gaze flickered, his feelings were obvious despite his attempts to hide them. “Alright, fine. I do have a crush on Robin. Happy now?” He then shoved Superboy away. “Get out!”

Superboy grinned, refusing to budge. “Hey I’m just glad you’re being honest with yourself. And if you ever wanna talk about it, I’m here. I’m serious. I’m not here to make fun of you, I promise. I just wanna make sure you’re okay.”

As Bart looked at Superboy, he felt a mixture of vulnerability and relief. Confronting his emotions was both daunting and liberating, and with Superboy being aware of his true feelings for Robin, he knew he wouldn't have to navigate his emotions alone.

“Promise me you won’t say anything to anyone...especially Rob.”

“Your feelings are yours to share when you’re ready. I won’t say anything unless you want me to.”

After hours of hanging out and playing video games, Superboy had gone home for the night and Bart found himself restless. His thoughts were consumed by a myriad of emotions he had been grappling with—his frustration and crush on Robin.

Unable to silence the clamour within his mind, Bart finally emerged from his bedroom, his destination set as the kitchen. His quest? To find solace in a late-night snack, perhaps a towering sandwich layered with succulent cured hams and melted cheese...

“What are you doing up this late? It’s a school night.” Max’s voice caught him off guard. The old man had been waiting in the dark in the living room.

The floor lamp then flickered to life, revealing Max, donned in his cosy old man jammies, sitting comfortably in his favourite armchair.

Bart took a deep breath before delving into what had been preoccupying his thoughts. “Max, what does it feel like to fall for someone and they don’t even notice?”

“Oh boy, I had a feeling we’d be having this conversation sooner or later,” Max muttered. His expression softened as he understood the nature of Bart’s inquiry. “Well, it’s not an uncommon feeling. Falling for someone and not having them notice can be tough. It can make you feel both excited and frustrated at the same time.”

Bart’s brows furrowed, his gaze searching. “But what if you want them to notice, but you’re scared they won’t feel the same way?”

Max’s smile was kind, his words carrying a hint of wisdom. “That’s a common fear, Bart. It’s natural to be afraid of rejection. You can’t control someone else’s feelings. All you can do is be yourself and be honest about your own emotions.”

Bart’s shoulders relaxed, a sense of relief washing over him. “But what if being honest feels too risky?”

He followed Max into the kitchen. The consistent rumbling in his stomach reminded him that he hadn’t eaten since he phased through the front door and into his bedroom that afternoon.

Yet, it appeared that Max had already tended to dinner. While seated at the dining table, Bart’s attention was drawn to Max setting down a plateful of fried chicken steak, complemented by a serving of crunchy green beans and a tempting slice of cornbread, all wholesomely prepared and set aside for him.

“Sometimes, taking that risk is what opens the door to something beautiful,” Max continued. “And even if the feelings aren’t reciprocated, it’s better to know where you stand.”

Comfortable with expressing himself through actions rather than words, Bart wrapped Max in a tight hug, conveying his appreciation to the veteran speedster.

“You always know what to say and do the right things to make me feel better,” Bart admitted sincerely.

Max’s smile was warm. “You’re still young, and you have plenty of time to navigate life’s challenges. Just be patient with yourself,” he advised, affectionately ruffling Bart’s hair before leaving the kitchen. “Now, cheer up and finish your supper. Everything’s going to be fine.”