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another-lost-mc · 1 year

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When It's MC's Turn to Cook THE DEMON BROTHERS x gn!MC | 1.1k words | SFW Rating/Warnings: Mostly fluff and silliness. Some jealous/possessive behaviour if you squint. [ Obey Me! Masterlist ]

Belphegor

It’s not surprising that he’s the least interested in helping you in the kitchen since it’s exhausting cooking for so many hungry demons every night

He complains when it’s your turn to cook because it means he has to nap alone

He has trouble napping when you’re not with him, so he’ll wander into the kitchen with a yawn and ask if you need a hand (but you both know it’s a hollow offer - he’s just trying to be polite)

Depending on how sleepy he looks, the most you ask of him is to help you set the table

Instead of returning to the attic for a restless sleep, he’ll simply go to your room instead where he can hear you in the kitchen while he tries to doze off

You let him know that dinner’s ready first by waking him up with a kiss, followed by relentless tickles if he still pretends to be asleep

Beelzebub

Cooking is challenging entertaining when Beel is around, but you need to strategize if you want food to actually make it to the table for everyone else

You have some quick snacks ready by the time he walks into the kitchen to see you - there are some sandwiches, cut up veggies and dip - light fare that won’t ruin his appetite but will keep his hands and mouth occupied

He’s one of the brothers that won’t shy away from making requests for certain meals, especially if there’s something he heard about that he wants to try (only if he thinks you’ll like too - he appreciates its hard work)

He likes going to the shops with you after class to help you pick out ingredients, and he’ll carry all the bags home without breaking a sweat

Asmodeus

Asmo loves spending time with you in the kitchen, but he’s more like your personal cooking cheerleader than a hands-on helper

He sits on a stool nearby and keeps you company while being out of the way - this also prevents him from getting his clothes or hair dirty if something splatters or spills

He talks about new pictures and gossip he sees on Devilgram, and calls you over to look at his DDD when he comes across something really interesting or scandalous

He knows you don’t like having your picture taken so he takes candid shots of your dinner-in-progress with your blurred form somewhere in the background

You can guess when he’s posted something on Devilgram because more of his brothers (particularly Mammon) come and visit you in the kitchen shortly after

Satan

Satan is a fantastic partner in the kitchen when you’re in the mood to try cooking something new or adventurous

He learns about a lot of human world food from the books and TV shows, so sometimes he requests things even you haven’t cooked or eaten before

He likes to help you plan things ahead of time so he gathers a couple different recipe options to see which one you want to use

Once you’ve chosen the recipe, he goes through the ingredients and adjusts the amounts on your shopping list so it'll be enough to feed everyone + Beel + leftovers (if you can hide them from Beel fast enough, anyway)

Satan is skilled with a knife and eager to show off help with the prep work

If you ask him to teach you a particular technique, he stands behind you while he holds your hands in his as he guides you through the motions until he's satisfied you can repeat it safely

He has a short fuse if Mammon his brothers barge into the kitchen and flirt with distract you while you're cooking together

Leviathan

Levi is happy enough to sit in his room and wait until he’s called for dinner, cooking isn’t a task that appeals to him and he’d rather spend his time catching up on new anime releases

Some days if he feels particularly social, he’ll sit on a chair like Asmo does and play his handheld while you cook

If you’re not sure what to make for dinner that night, usually you’ll ask Levi - he never asks for something that’s complicated or takes too long

More often than not, he suggests ordering takeout instead - the sooner you eat, the sooner you can play games with him

He likes to cuddle with you in his tub while you keep an eye on the delivery tracker app

Mammon

Mammon isn’t the most skilled at food prep or cooking, but when his brothers aren’t around he’s with you in the kitchen the entire time you’re preparing dinner

After he’s helped chopped some vegetables for you, he brings them over with a faint blush on his cheeks and mumbles that it’s harder than it looks

He’ll flash you cocky smile when you tell him he’s done a wonderful job, and he says that’s why you should just ask him for help whenever you’re cooking instead of his brothers who obviously aren’t as gifted as he is

Sometimes you have to slap his hand away when he tries to stick his finger into a dish to taste it

When you tell him to use a fork or spoon if he wants to sample something, he surprises you when he holds it to your mouth expectantly so you can have the first taste

It’s hard to resist when he offers you something you know he worked really hard to help you make, after all

You remind him to use a clean utensil for himself, but he pops yours into his mouth as soon as you look away

Later when you ask him how it tastes, he says it’s perfect (but he’s not referring to the food)

Lucifer

RAD business often keeps Lucifer on campus later than everyone else, so some nights you rarely see him before dinner is finished and served at the table

You’ve mentioned in the past how you had special family dinners on Sunday nights growing up, and when your cooking night falls on Sundays in the Devildom, you try to uphold the tradition

Lucifer is usually less busy on Sundays too, so cooking together to create more elaborate meals becomes something of a ritual you both take comfort in

He takes you to the market himself and helps you when you’re unsure of which Devildom ingredients to choose; he’s also more knowledgeable when it comes to choosing and cooking Devildom meats, so that is his responsibility the nights you cook together

It’s not practical to drag the record player into the kitchen, but music streams from your DDD while you both work quietly on prepping and cooking that night’s meal

Lucifer is surprisingly relaxed in the kitchen - the top buttons of his shirt are undone, his sleeves are rolled up, and he has an apron tied around his waist

When he works beside you at the counter or walks past you to retrieve something, you can feel his hand brush against you gently, an affectionate gesture that leaves a pleased smile on both your faces

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wooahaes · 6 months

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where the heart is

pairing: non-idol!mark x gn!reader

genre: fluff. established relationship au.

word count: 0.7k~

warnings: yearning. silly sweet bf mark. reader is written to be a foreigner, but its left vague where they're from.

daisy's notes: maybe one day ill know enough to write abt the other members but he is just so <3 to me ok

The familiarity of your family’s house should have been all you needed to chase away your homesickness. So… Why were you still feeling like this?

A few days ago, your parents had picked you up from the airport, and you’d slept in your room for the first time in almost a year. This time you’d come alone, since Mark had been unable to take off work (you’d fight his boss one day for denying the request he put in months ago—him ‘needing’ Mark to work was bullshit when they had plenty of time to plan around his absence). Hopefully next time, you’d have Mark asleep next to you while you planned for something else to show him about your home. Yet the entire time you’d been home, you couldn’t shake this feeling from your chest. You were home with your family, and yet some part of you felt this awful yearning to go home again. At first, you had chalked it up to you knowing that you’d leave again…

But it clicked after a while. You had yearned to see your family and the house you grew up in, that had been true, but now you were yearning for your home. So you decided to pick up your phone and try to remedy that, even by a little.

Mark had picked up, half-asleep when he answered. You weren’t sure if he was just napping or actually sleeping with his current work schedule, but you’d apologize for that later. All you needed was to see that sleepy face squinting at the phone, his hair messy as hell as he slowly recognized your face.

“Hi, baby,” his sleep-riddled voice had croaked out. “Everything good?”

That feeling dissipated a little. “It’s better now,” you said, sitting down on your bed. “Sorry I woke you up.”

“Nah, nah,” he mumbled, “I’m good. I’m awake. I’m—” He stifled a yawn for a moment. “I’m awake, I swear. Everything good at home?”

“Yeah, yeah… Everything’s fine.”

Mark sat up, suddenly looking a bit more awake than before. “You can tell me,” he said. “I’m awake now, I swear—”

With a sigh, you flopped back onto your bed. “Just… I dunno. I’m here, and I thought that would get rid of the homesickness, and it mostly does, but…”

“But?”

How were you supposed to say it without getting embarrassed…? “I… miss my home still.”

“But you’re—” Mark stopped short, the realization dawned on him. “Aw… Babe…”

“Don’t say it.”

“I’m your home?” He was smiling hard, and you buried your face in your free hand. “No, no, it’s cute! Don’t get embarrassed! It’s cute, I swear!”

“It’s just weird to hear it out loud.”

He chuckled warmly. “Well,” he shifted, running a hand through his hair. “You’re my home, too.”

You whined, “Mark…”

“I mean it! It always feels like home when you’re around.” His eyes were twinkling when he looked at you, and you started to wish he was there with you all over again. “It’s like… I dunno. I go out with my bros and stuff, but it’s not the same, y’know? You’re not here to remind me to stop ordering so much takeout and stuff.”

It earned a snort from you. “Because you’re not the best cook, Mark.”

“Right! But, like, I can manage… probably. I’m gonna get better. Once you get back, you can teach me all those cool recipes again and I’ll keep practicing.”

You let out a blissful sigh at the idea. Sure, not all of your cooking lessons landed well, but you still loved spending the time with Mark. “We can try again, yeah,” you smiled, not quite so focused on him anymore. That hollow feeling in your chest had disappeared. “Mark?”

“Mhm?”

“I miss you.”

He smiled again, eyes twinkling. “Oh, yeah?”

“Don’t be a dork about it,” you giggled. “I just wanted to say it.”

“Well, I miss you, too.” He ran another hand through his hair, only making it messier. “Bring me back something cool, alright? Other than you.”

It earned a snort-y laugh from you. “Mark. Baby. I’m not cool.”

“No, no, you’re like… the coolest person I know, easily.”

You rolled your eyes. “And you’re my favorite dork, you dork.”

“Your dork.”

It made you smile again. “Yeah,” you sighed blissfully. “My dork.”

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senp1i · 10 months

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Hey it’s my birthday tomorrow so I wanted to request a yunjin from le sserafim x male reader smut where it’s readers birthday they wake up and have morning sex then she cooks breakfast for him in his shirt then they have a party and after everyone leaves they have sex

a/n: firstly happy birthday, hope you have a great year ahead secondly sorry man, my keyboard literally dipped while I was writing your req, I’ll try my best to finish the rest and post it within a few days as soon as I get my hands on my new keyboard, it’s a whole thing and the delivery process is crap, sadly I can’t write stories on my phone, the iphone x keyboard will take hours for me to even get 500 words in. Again sorry and happy birthday. Hope you like it, if not then lmk, I’ll try to rewrite it from the get go.

Yunjin slowly opened her eyes as the morning sunlight filtered through the bedroom window. She turned to look at Y/N still sleeping peacefully beside her. *He looks so handsome even when he's asleep.* She thought to herself as she watched him sleep.

She propped herself up on one elbow and gazed lovingly at his face, reaching out to gently brush aside a lock of hair that had fallen over his eyes. Leaning in, she placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "Happy birthday, my love," she whispered tenderly.

Y/N stirred slightly at her touch but didn't wake. Yunjin smiled to herself. *I have the perfect gift to wake him up* She murmured to herself. Her hand traveled slowly down his bare chest, coming to rest on the waistband of his pajama pants. Sliding her hand beneath the pant, she gently wrapped her fingers around his growing morning wood. Y/N sighed contentedly in his sleep as she began to slowly stroke him.

After a few moments, Y/N's breathing quickened and his eyes fluttered open to meet Yunjin's gaze. "Good morning," she said with a mischievous smile. "Did you sleep well?" Without waiting for an answer, she lowered her head and took him fully into her warm, wet mouth. Y/N groaned at the sudden heat, having yet to fully come out of his sleepy state, yet his hands instinctively came to rest on the back of Yunjin's head. She set a steady rhythm, hollowing her cheeks with each bob of her head.

Y/N's fingers tangled in Yunjin's hair as pleasure coursed through his body. "Jen..." he moaned, his hips starting to jerk in time with her bobbing. The sound of her name on his lips only urged Yunjin on further. She swirled her tongue around his tip before taking him deep into her throat. Y/N cried out, unable to hold back any longer. With a few more hard sucks, he found his release, spilling himself down Yunjin's throat.

She swallowed every last drop, then kissed her way back up his body until her lips met his. Y/N kissed her deeply, tasting himself on her tongue. "That was...- well quite an epic way to wake up," he breathed, caressing her cheek. "But now it's your turn." Yunjin gasped in surprise as Y/N suddenly flipped her onto her back, his hands making quick work of her shorts, the oversized shirt she had on of Y/N rose higher on her torso, showing her midriff. She parted her legs willingly as his mouth lowered to her dripping folds.

Y/N feasted on her like a man starving, his tongue moving in and out, almost in an in-human pace between her slick folds. Yunjin cried out, her hands grasping at the sheets as waves of pleasure washed over her. Two of his fingers joined his tongue, pumping in and out of her tight cave. "Y/N..fuck... don't stop..." she moaned, her hips grinding against his face. The familiar pool of heat was building quickly in her abdomen. When Y/N curled his fingers to hit the sweet spot of her, she fell apart, her walls clenching around him as she peaked harder than ever before. Y/N continued as she came prolonging it, but soon even his fingers couldn't keep up.

Y/N kissed his way back up her heaving torso, kissing the part where the shirt hiked up, then her neck, to finally capturing her lips in a searing kiss. "Happy birthday to me," he said grinning, nuzzling her neck. Yunjin laughed breathlessly, holding him close. "I love you," she whispered, running her fingers through his hair. "I love you too," Y/N replied, his eyes filled with warmth. "Now, how about some breakfast in bed to celebrate?"

Yunjin shaked her head and gazed fondly at Y/N, caressing his cheek. "Let's make this birthday truly memorable first and then breakfast," she said with a playful glint in her eyes.

Sliding her hand down his chiseled upper body, she gripped his growing dick again, firmly. Y/N inhaled sharply at her touch, desire swirling in his eyes.

In a swift motion, Yunjin flipped him onto his back and straddled him, throwing the overasized shirt somewhere in the room, as she began grinding her wet folds against his length. Coating it with her nectar and mixing the previous saliva, Y/N gripped her waist tightly, gazing up at her with complete want.

Leaning down, with her hands on this chest nails slighting digging, Yunjin whispered huskily in his ear - "I'm going to ride you so hard, you'll feel me for weeks." Without waiting for a response, she reached behind and firmly impaled herself on his throbbing cock in one smooth stroke.

Throwing her head back in pleasure, Yunjin began moving her hips in figure eights, riding him relentlessly. Y/N grasped her bouncing breasts, pinching her hard nipples between his fingers. "Fuck Yunjin, slow down" Y/N said in between his sharp breath intakes, still sensitive from the blowjob she gave him.

Yunjin reached down to massage her swollen clit, sending even more pleasure to course through her body. Y/N gripped her hips tightly, meeting her movements with hard, deep strokes of his own.

The bed creaked violently with their movements, sounding as though it'll break any second. Skin slapped against skin, mingling with their constant moans , groans and sighs.

Yunjin felt his cock throbbing and twitching wildly inside her as he got close to cumming. With a few final hard rolls of her hips, her walls clenched tightly around him, milking his orgasm from him.

Y/N released inside her with a raspy groan, his fingers digging almost painfully into her hips, leaving crescents and deep marks of his hands. Spent and tired, Yunjin collapsed onto his heaving chest, kissing him deeply. "Happy birthday, baby."

a/n; would appreciate feedback, I don’t really know Yunjin, or how she talks/behaves all that well so it may not be accurate but also feedback on the writing would be heavily appreciated since this is my second smut lol.

Next part; https://www.tumblr.com/t4ke-1/725622457426460672/birthday-continuation?source=share

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mountttmase · 1 year

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Could you do one where Mason and Y/n are having sex but there son/ daughter walks in on them. They quickly get under the covers and get dressed then tell their kid they were just playing or make up some excuse. Then the next day Mason’s family are over and the child’s blurts everything out which leads to mocking and Mason getting a scolding from his parents “how could you?” 😂

Play The Game

Note - this is short and not my favourite thing I’ve ever written but I hope its okay, I feel like I’ve read a lot of these so I wasn’t sure how to make it much different but yeah feedback is appreciated and I hope you like it 💕

Pairing - Mason Mount x Reader

Word count - 1.8k

Warnings - smut & fluff

Mason walked into your shared bedroom with a yawn, but the sleepy smile on his face made your heart give a squeeze. He was finally back from his away game and you couldn’t wait to be alone with him, having had to share him with your four year old boy Ollie like usual for most of the afternoon.

‘Little man is finally asleep’ he told you as he rubbed his eyes with a smile. ‘Had to read him The Gruffalo nearly three times before he went’ he complained as he sat on the end of the bed. You slowly walked over to him and he pulled you in between his legs whilst resting his hands on your hips.

‘Well you’ve been gone for three days Mase. He’s missed his daddy’

‘Has mummy missed daddy?’ Mason teased and you shuddered at his words.

‘Don’t ever say that again I think I might throw up’ you scolded him but he just laughed while kissing your tummy. ‘But yes I did miss you’

‘I miss you, too’ he whispered as you held his face in between your hands and stroked his cheeks gently. He pouted as if he wanted to kiss you so you bent down slightly to place your lips on his. His hands instantly moved down to the backs of your thighs so he could move your legs and make you straddle him, his hands resting on your bum once you were settled. ‘I’m gonna take a shower, you gonna join? Show me how much?’ He asked and you nodded your head before he stood up with you, carrying you into your en-suite. He dragged you under the water once it was finally heated up and your hands were all over each other as he kissed every part of your body he could reach.

‘Come on, Mase. Lemme wash you’ you murmured as you grabbed the shower gel to rub all over him. You loved the feeling of his muscles under your fingers and you could see him getting hard as you touched him. Once he was rinsed off, you lightly pushed him against the wall of your shower and got down onto your knees.

‘Baby?’ He laughed, grabbing your arms to try and get you up but you shrugged him off.

‘Let me, please’ you pleaded, batting your eyelashes at him as you took his hands and pushed them into your hair. He soon got the hint and gathered your hair up and out of your face as you slowly started to stroke over him before taking his tip in your mouth and sucking on it gently. You heard him let out a breathy moan as you started to work on him, his hands tightening in you hair as he helped you bob up and down on his length. When you hollowed out your cheeks and heard your name fall from his lips it gave you the motivation to speed up until Mason couldn’t take much more, pulling you off him with a pop and bringing you up to stand.

‘Go wait for me in there yeah? I won’t be a minute’ he told you and you nodded before wrapping yourself in a towel and going back out to your bedroom. You sat for a few minutes waiting for him until he emerged from the bathroom completely naked. He nodded over to the bed and you were quick to hop on, not caring that you were a little bit wet still as you just wanted to feel him after your few days apart.

He didn’t waste any time slotting himself in between your legs and lining himself up with you. You pulled him down to kiss him as he thrusted into you slowly, savouring each touch and kiss you were giving each other. You knew you both had to be quiet with your little ones ears not too far away, and you’d pretty much mastered it now however your bed hadn’t seemed to catch on and was squeaking and screeching with every thrust of Masons hips. You’d discussed getting a new bed for a while but what with Masons busy schedule it had fallen off of your list.

Both of your breathing was becoming laboured and you could feel yourself getting closer until you heard a few little knocks on your bedroom door, both freezing just in time before your little boy opened your bedroom door with a confused face. Thankfully you were bath under the covers so he wasn’t met with an unpleasant sight.

‘Mate? What you doing out of bed?’ Mason asked and you tried to slip out from underneath him.

‘A noise from in here woke me up’ he mumbled. ‘What are you and mummy doing?’

You looked at Mason with a desperate face, hoping he would know the right thing to say as you were panicking and starting to feel embarrassed at being caught, even though he had no idea what you were doing. Mason just nodded before looking back at him with a nervous expression.

‘Well, one of the springs is broken in the mattress, I was just helping mummy find the right one so we can have it taken out and replaced’ he told him and you collapsed back into the bed with your hands covering your face so he couldn’t see you laughing. ‘Why don’t you get back in bed, I’ll come tuck in you okay?’ Mason told him gently and he nodded before turning back around and back down the hall. ‘Yeah go on, laugh. Like you could of come up with anything better’ he teased whilst getting up and looking for his boxers and some clothes to put on. ‘Stay right where you are, I’ll be back in a minute yeah?’ He winked before following your little boy back to his room.

Less than five minutes later, Mason was waking back into your room and began to strip immediately. He grabbed his pillow from the bed and chucked it in the floor before holding his hand out to you.

‘I hope you’re not suggesting what I think you are’ you told him and he laughed before grabbing you.

‘Floor doesn’t squeak and I’m desperate so just play the game’ he mumbled and helped you to the floor.

‘This is absolutely ridiculous Mason, I’m buying a new bed tomorrow’ you scolded as he got you comfortable, grabbing another pillow to place under your hips as your laid your head on the other one. He just smiled at you, pushing himself into you again and it wasn’t long before you both reached your highs as you were most of the way there before you were interrupted.

‘Not so bad, was it?’ He panted as he rolled to lay next to you and you both erupted into giggles. ‘But I like the sound of a new bed’ he told you as he helped you up and you both settled under the covers again. With a quick kiss, you both relaxed. Speaking softly to each other as you caught up over the last few days but you knew Mason was struggling to keep his eyes open so you quietly told him to go to sleep.

The next evening, Masons parents and Lewis were at your house as you were planning on getting dinner together. Mason hadn’t been home long but he flopped down on the sofa next to you with a kiss on your forehead. You were quick to show him your phone, pulling up the page of the new bed you wanted to order, hoping to get his opinion first.

‘What do you think of this one?’ You asked, watching his face as he nodded approvingly.

‘Yeah I like it. You picked a new mattress out?’

‘Yeah, thought I’d got for a memory foam one’ you winked and he chuckled under his breath. You had everything filled out already so you quickly hit buy, relived you’d be betting some better sleep soon.

‘You two getting a new bed?’ Debbie asked and Mason nodded but before he had chance to say anything else, Ollie took it upon himself to explain the situation.

‘It’s broken nanny, I saw them trying to fix it last night’

‘Oh yeah? What bits broken?’

‘The spring. Daddy was helping mummy test them all to find the broken one it was really loud’ he told her and you hid your face in your hands as you felt yourself blush. Mason was just laughing besides you and when Debbie caught sight of the pair of you, she put two and two together and started laughing herself.

‘Ollie, can you go grab nanny a bottle of water please?’ She asked him, placing him down on the floor and he ran off to the kitchen. ‘Really Mason? A broken spring? How could you?’ She laughed but Mason tried to curl into you more as he was now feeling the same level of embarrassment you were.

‘That poor boy’ Lewis laughed

‘Look it’s fine, he doesn’t know what happened. Let’s just forget about it’

‘Oh trust me, we’re trying’ Masons dad laughed but you all had to quieten down again as Ollie was running back in with Debbie’s water.

‘Daddy, can we test by my bed too?’ Ollie asked and all five of you erupted into giggles

‘Come here, baby’ you told Ollie, and he rushed over to you so you could pick him up and set him on your lap. ‘We don’t need to test yours, it’s new so we have to wait a while’ you explained and he nodded at you, although you could tell he was still a bit confused by everyone laughing at him. ‘Let’s go get your coat and we’ll head off’ you told him. Setting him on the floor and following him out the room. Mason followed soon after, wrapping his arms around you from behind you and kissing your cheek gently.

‘Don’t worry baby, they’ll of forgotten about it soon enough’ he reassured you and you nodded in agreement but you knew your cheeks were still red but you couldn’t help but find the whole situation funny. ‘I hope you got next day delivery on that bed cause I’m not fucking you on the floor again’

‘They’re coming in the morning to deliver it. I’ve paid for them to build it too so it’s our last night on mr squeaky’

‘How about I get mum to look after Ollie tonight and we give it a proper send off?’ He laughed and you buried your face in his arm, thankful you could put this all behind you soon.

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teecupangel · 1 month

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@0ryza13 left this reblog in this idea

God I go feral over the concept of Sleepy Hollow x AC, purely because theres the possibility of Desmond wandering into town and seeing Ichabod and going "hey Shaun, Rebecca, am I hallucinating or is that the guy Connor knew during the revolution"

(I’m making this a Sleepy Hollow the TV show crossover because I’m hoping that what’s you mean XD)

Desmond is permitted to go rest for a ‘bit’ after saving the world with Shaun and Rebecca while Bill tries to get info about how the entire world is holding up. They were on their way to a safe location where Altaïr II is waiting for them so Desmond could have his ‘vacation in the Caribbean Sea’ (I don’t know why, Becs, but I kinda wanna go sailing there for some reasons) and they just happen to pass by Sleepy Hollow when Desmond sees Ichabod Crane.

He’s hit with Ratonhnhaké:ton’s Bleed because he looks exactly like the Ichabod Crane who worked for George Washington.

And he confronts him.

Ichabod didn’t recognize Desmond at all but he recognized the tone and the posture. He remembered Ratonhnhaké:ton. The way Washington’s relationship with the native man ended had always haunted Washington and Ichabod saw the aftermath.

Washington’s focus on the supernatural had been due to his final meeting with Ratonhnhaké:ton.

And Ichabod now believes that Desmond is possessed by Ratonhnhaké:ton’s ghost.

“You’re the one who wanted to go on vacation.”

“I know.”

“Yet here we are, stuck here in this god forsaken town-”

“Don’t be rude.”

“- investigating… what? An immortal who thinks you’re Connor?”

“… Sorta? There’s something in this town… it just… calls to me.”

“… you think it’s a POE?”

“Or something related to Minerva and her people.”

“…”

“… you’re not getting another vacation after this.”

“(sigh)”

#assassin's creed #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #fic idea: sleepy hollow #fic idea: crossover #desmond miles #ask and answer #sleepy hollow #ichabod crane

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writters-clock · 7 months

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Can we get some Hollow Knight x reader headcannons? 👉👈

Preferably with a they/them AFAB reader, maybe about them re-uniting with hollow after they've managed to outlive the infection?

Thank u!

-🧡🪲

HK x Reader headcanons!!

Warnings : none?? I think?? Do spoilers for hollow knight still exsist??

Request : "Can we get some Hollow Knight x reader headcanons? Preferably with a they/them AFAB reader, maybe about them re-uniting with hollow after they've managed to outlive the infection?"

Notes : mmm bugs, the bane of my exsistance.

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✰> That poor thing. Probably tired as hell.

✰> Bud reunited with you and seems so sleepy (I mean they had a whole god throwing a tantrum in their body for fuck knows how long.)

✰> They, nontheless are surprised your still alive!

✰> they gonna give you a big ol' hug and not let go for like five minutes.

✰> and then immediatly after affectionately headbutt you like a cat.

✰> Let them take a nap with you, cuddle up with them while they hold you.

✰> What do you do with this info? Make them good soup. Preferably not orange soup.

✰> Also their posture is ABSOLUTELY FUCKED after being hung up like a christmas light for so long everytime the move its just creaky cracky noises.

✰> They lay around a lot more. Sometimes even forget what they were doing a lot easier.

✰> They will need time to heal, Hollow can't help it.

✰> The more and more you are willing to help them with, the more and more they appreciate you.

✰> You have to help bandage them up depending on how long it's been since the whole 'Mmm Little Ghost gonna fight god' thing happened.

✰> They are very patient with you still, just like before, very calm too.

✰> If you need something, they still try their best to get it.

✰> They care so much for you and wish to be able to show you that through gifts.

✰> However what they cannot gain, they give through nightly cuddles.

✰> Turns out, they feel colder than before. Like warm food slowly cooling off.

✰> Maybe thats a good thing? Or maybe they just need a blanket.

✰> However with the process of their healing, time is the best thing you two have got.

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suyaaachin · 7 months

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ALMOST

if you will ask me what is the most tragic word, I would say almost, why? because...

nanami x reader

warnings: angst, blood, death, m*hito

blood.

screaming.

people.

curses.

y/n!

Nanami can be seen panting and frantically looking everywhere, looking for the h/c headed female.

he's worried sick, it's been a few hours since they last saw each other in this war and he's worried for the state of the woman right now.

"darling, please be safe and don't die on me." he thought.

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grunt.

panting.

blood.

Nanami..

Mahito.

"bitch." you thought as you grip your sword tightly in your right hand, your left hand can be seen few meters from you as you cutted it before mahito's curse spreads in your whole body.

your bloodied body, limp legs and arm continued to fight the blue haired curse.

"if I'm gonna die right now, I'll be sure to drag your corpse with me in hell." you laugh maniacally, eventually coughing blood.

"for someone who's about to die you sure are full of energy huh, got someone who keeps you going?" the curse taunts you as you recall the faces of your loved ones, Nanami's face shows in your mind lastly.

"yeah, and I'm willing to protect them no matter what!" you screams, "I don't wanna do this, I know I'm gonna die but not that painful, geez."

you form a summoning stunt, your blue curse energy turning red, then black.

"I told you, didn't I? If I'm gonna die,"

you smirks.

"you're coming with me."

a burst of energy surrounds you as you chant,

"hollow death."

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everyone felt that, even Gojo who's still in the shadow realm.

"she actually used it, huh. I guess it's a see you later, y/n, though you could've waited for your favorite senpai to be unsealed before going." Gojo let out a pained laugh as he closed his eyes, ignoring the pain in his chest, "greet the others for me."

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"y/n! where are you!?" Nanami screamed, looking for any signs of the female.

"no, no, no, that's not her, please Kamisama not her, please." Nanami prayed, hoping any God would listen to his pleas.

finally spotting a familiar h/c woman, Nanami rushes to where you are, "y/n! no, no, no! why did you use it!"

Nanami asks, tears forming in his water line knowing that he was too late, "no, darling, my love, please don't leave me.." he pleaded.

with every remaining strength you have, you open your eyes, wanting the image of your beloved be the last view you'll have before you take your last breath.

"Kento… forgive me," you started, tears already falling from your bloodied face, "we almost got married, we almost had a happy life, I almost became a Mrs. Nanami," at this point you're both a sobbing mess, you continues, "we almost…we almost become a parents, you almost become a father, I almost become a mother,"

"no, no, no, please no more, the others are on their way, they will heal you,"

Instead of stopping you continued,

"we almost had a child. I'm so sorry, Kento, it's my responsibility to protect life but I failed to protect the one we created." you cry.

"y/n, love, please hang on."

"I'm tired, Kento. will you let me go?" you ask calmly, starting to feel numb and sleepy.

"I love you, y/n. wait for me okay, maybe in that life all of our almost will finally come true."

"I'll be waiting then, I love you, so much. don't come here too soon okay?" you laugh and kiss him one last time before succumbing into the darkness.

"see you later, my love."

#jujutsu sorcerer #jujustsu kaisen x reader #nanami x reader #jjk nanami #jjk #nanami kento #angst with a happy ending #gojo satoru #ryomen sukuna #yuji itadori #jjk kento #kento x reader #jujutsu nanami #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen #x reader #anime x reader #anime

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legilimens-library · 1 year

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In Morning Greetings

severus snape x fem!reader drabble

400+ words

Warnings/Tags: pure fluff, hinted NSFW, implied smut, early mornings, cuddling, pillow talk, fem!reader

In the distance, you can hear the morning greetings of the birds from outside, realizing that you forgot to close the window last night before going to sleep. As you blink away the sleepiness, you open your eyes and see the first rays of sunlight creeping into your room through the sheer black curtains.

You smile softly when you can make out the gentle snoring coming from behind you while you lay beside your husband in the delicate sheets of your bed. Letting a hushed yawn escape from your lips, you stretch out your sore muscles, a nostalgic reminder from the previous night’s activities.

Trying to be as quiet as possible, you lift the duvet from your bare figure and slowly sit up as to not wake Severus from his much deserved rest. The poor man hasn’t had a break for a while now, knowing he’s been stressed with his students and their constant foolishness. You finally put your foot down after seeing him passed out at his desk the other day, insisting that he take this weekend off from his duties and spend some time to relax and unwind. At first he was reluctant to even accept the possibility of putting his never ending schedule to a halt, but you knew him too well.

Just when you were about to flip your legs over to go out to the kitchen and start making Severus breakfast in bed, a pair of arms enclosed around your waist and pulled you back towards the front of your beloved, making you yelp in surprise by the action. A fan of warm breath enveloped your face as you felt a familiar pair of lips press into the hollow of your neck. The tender kiss sending a slight shiver down your spine along with the sensation of the stubble on Severus’s jawline gingerly scratching your skin.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” The grogginess that was present in his deep, alluring voice was melting you from the inside as you loosened within his grasp.

“I was going to go make you breakfast,” you giggled at the sight of him when he crawled to be on top of you, his raven colored locks tangled from his slumber and a soft smile spread across his lips as he locked his gaze with yours, showing nothing but all of his love and adoration for you in his obsidian eyes.

“Not yet,” Severus whispered, cupping your face with his hand and kissing you benevolently.

“I still have to repay you, my love. Your suggestion to help me unwind was most appreciated last night.”

#severus snape #severus snape x reader #severus x y/n #alan rickman #harry potter #pro snape #fluff #legilimens library

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suengmi · 1 year

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✧ all is lost ✧ 3k, r

hollowed eyes with dark circles splattered underneath. like clouds on a dark day, thunder waiting to boom. the man standing before you; looking like he's going to break, but he doesn't. he never does. what were you doing wrong?

pairing: lee know x afab!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

genre: angst, romance, smut [[[[emotional]]]] lmao

warnings/other: cussing, slight!arguing, crying, unprotected sex, shower sex, kinda? proofread soz, prompt

♡ masterlist ♡ please reblog if you liked! it rly helps and i love to hear your feedback ♡

a/n: HERE WE GO BEBEHHHH ANGSTY MINHO LOVE MAKING BEBEHHH thank you anon for being patient! i hope you enjoy eee but fr as always upset myself bc ITS FINGER GRIPPIN EMOTIONAL SEX YUCKDKD go away I need to rest rip

the first time you met lee know, you were in your black silk pyjamas. not really the best for the occasion you had thought, hair slicked back with a cat headband and eyebrows not filled in. lee know had come to your house to watch movies with jisung, your housemate. it wasn't often jisung brought people over, but you remember jisung mentioning that his friend was a movie buff like both of you were.

"this is lee know, minho sometimes if you're close." jisung had said, gesturing between you and his friend.

your lips formed into a straight line, nodding awkwardly. you just came out to grab a snack and drink. but here he was, being friendly and nice to you, openly making conversation. he had asked about you, what you liked and what you did for a job. how could you refuse? you weren't one to be rude. plus, he was really cute. that part didn't bother you as much. after a short conversation you had said goodbye, shuffling back to your room, a warm cup of green tea in your hand.

it wasn't until the third time he had come over to watch movies that you decided to join. you had carefully sat on the edge of the couch, trying not to get close.

to your surprise, lee know had slapped the cushion next to him, eyes still on the tv. you slinked down slowly, letting your silk pyjamas do the job for you. it wasn't long before he looked at you, offering you a handful of spicy cheetos. mouth full as he spoke, "want thum?"

when you had observed jisung and lee knows behaviour, lee know was very touchy. he was always hugging and laying on jisung, linking arms with him when they walked.

in saying that, the closer that you and lee know got the more he would touch you. always hugging you when he came and left, always asking if you were okay when you were sleepy on the couch, hand rubbing on your arm gently.

a few times he had dragged you from the couch, pulling you by your arm to end up steering you by your hips, making car sounds as he pushed you towards your room. sometimes, he'd even use your cat headband to hold his hair back when he washed his face. you didn't mind though. after he was done he would always put it back on your head, slapping your cheeks gently saying you looked cute. always with those damn touches.

this is what began it all, the way he touched you. he wasn't afraid of it and you loved it, loved how comfortable he was. every time he touched you, you'd reciprocate, seemingly just as comfortable as him.

one movie night down the track, jisung was asleep on the couch, your favourite ghibli movie playing.

"from yesterday!" you grinned, freshly brushed teeth showing. "it's my favourite."

lee know had laughed at your silly grin and said he hadn't seen it.

as the movie began you felt his hand lay on your thigh, gently opening his fingers. he didn't look at you, just continued watching the tv.

a few minutes or so into the movie, you peered down to his hand. obviously open for you to grab it. the urge over took you, just to feel his hands against your own.

fuck it. you had thought, placing your palm on his. he didn't make a face or jolt, but accepted the touch, fingers lacing with your own. it was like it was natural, like it was meant to be. this was the beginning of something simple, something new, fresh and exciting.

he smiled at you, his eyes lighting up like a boy who had his first crush. you returned the smile, head leaning down to his shoulder.

as the days went on you found yourself falling helplessly in love with him. the time went too quickly, never seemingly able to spend enough time with together. he'd always laugh, resting his forehead on yours telling you that you were too greedy. it was his favourite thing about you, how needy you were for him and wanted to keep him all to yourself.

lee know was your biggest supporter, always being there for you in your bad times. telling you he loved all parts of you, the ones you called ugly or bad, and the ones you hated. nothing was off limits to him, showing your whole self as is, not hiding any of your darkness like you did to all the others you loved.

he was strong, a statue in his nature never faulting. never was there a complaint, a rude tone or even an argument. he always listened, caring about how you felt and what you had to say.

not once had you been so in love with someone before, your heart swelling more and more as the months went on.

something was bothering you, you weren't sure what. maybe it was the fact that lee know hadn't been himself lately. there were occasions where you could sense he was upset, but he would comfort your worries with a kiss, pulling you into a hug letting you know he was fine.

he drew a line, it was one you weren't allowed to cross. you wanted so desperately to see what was behind the line, to get into a part of him that no one else had. the more you pondered on it the more you had realised you had never seen him cry, never had he ever come to you for comfort. so that's what it was, he didn't seek shelter in you. it made you feel useless, like you weren't doing what you were supposed to.

the last few weeks you had seen him more quiet, seen him more distant. anxiety jumped in your throat whenever you thought about it. his kisses lessened, the sex lessened and his usual smile wasn't as full as it commonly was.

it's about one in the morning, lee knows arrival wakes you from your sleep on the couch. he had given you a key to the house and you were able to use it freely, not ever needing to tell him if you were at his or not. he always welcomed you, never questioning it.

when you come to the door, your met with your boyfriend. you take in his appearance.

"babe?" you say quietly, hand grabbing his empty one.

"hey." he says to you blankly, pressing a swift kiss on your forehead. he lets go of your hand, throwing his bags on the ground and plops himself on the couch. he sighs as he takes out his phone to scroll.

"is it okay that i'm here?" you ask meekly, standing in front of him. he nods without looking up at you.

"are you okay?"

he looks up to you for a second, nodding again without effort.

expressionless and bored is how you'd explain him. you're frozen for a moment, not knowing how you should approach this.

you've got to say something, anything.

"talk to me." you say bending down, placing a hand onto his leg.

"baby, i'm fine." he says, tone slightly agitated.

he's never spoken to you like that. a dull pain aches in your heart. for the first time ever, you didn't feel welcome.

you bend to your knees, hands placing themselves on his thighs. "if i did something wrong, please tell-"

"it's not always about you." he grunts, pushing your arm gently to make his way to his room.

you didn't follow him. you thought about it, wanting to grab onto him and hold him. instead, you opt for laying on the couch. feeling like if you go into his room, you'll get the lee know that you didn't know, the lee know that you wanted to. you wanted to see all of him, just like he saw all of you. but maybe he wasn't ready. you had to respect that.

a small sound enters your ears. you're not asleep but you're not awake, somewhere in between. is the shower on? you're not even sure what time it is, but it's still dark. in your sleepy daze, you throw your blanket to the side and walk to the bathroom door, eyes still fuzzy in the dark.

the door is slightly ajar, rarely was it ever shut when you were in his apartment. you can hear the shower running, fast and hot, the steam slightly escaping through the crack.

"babe?" you ask curiously. it doesn't seem like he can hear you.

you push the door forwards a bit, barely a centimetre or two. "babe?"

still nothing.

this was new territory, you'd never experienced your boyfriend like this. although you didn't want to push his boundaries, it was hurting your heart to see him so upset. you wanted to help.

"honey?" you call one last time, slowly manoeuvring yourself through the doors crack.

still nothing.

just barely, you can see him through the glass door, his figure seemingly sitting on the ground. you approach the shower, sliding the door open gingerly, only to be met with your boyfriend in a state. his head is in his hands, hot water relentless and boiling as it trickles down his back. he doesn't look up at you, but he knows you're there.

in a small haste, you slip off your shirt with ease, now naked aside from your undies.

you don't speak, bending down to be at his level. your hands grip gently onto his, prying them away from his face with care.

the expression he gives you sends a sudden tinge of sorrow to your stomach. he's broken, an absolute mess. the rings around his eyes are red, dark circles even worse than before. red blotches stain across his cheeks, clearly from crying and steam from the shower. he seems hesitant to let you see, head dipping from your view.

still weary, you slowly manouver to slot yourself behind him, wrapping your legs close to his hips and hands resting under his arms, locking in front of his waist.

this cracks him. the tears falling from him worsen, as if triggered by your touch. you let him cry, your head resting in the crook of his neck. you sway gently, as if rocking him like baby.

both of you stay like this for a while, letting him get whatever it was off of his chest. you're a bit confused and anxious, still unsure of how to approach this, but you just want him to feel okay. you'll do anything at this point.

eventually he speaks, breaking the silence. voice cracking with every syllable. "i'm so- sor- sorry."

as if a confirmation and hush to his words, you kiss his neck softly. one of your hands raises to rest on his head, massaging his scalp gently. he leans into your hand, body slipping a bit against your own.

"breathe. whatever you need, i got you." you whisper, still rocking with him gently. "anything."

the breath he lets out is shaky, but he's stopped his sobbing now. you help him with his breaths, matching your own with his. this seems to calm him down, his breathing more even now.

"c'mon." you say, letting him go as lightly as you can to stand up. he quietly whimpers from the loss of your touch, staring up at you.

you hold your hand down to him, trying to get him to stand. "let's wash you."

you didn't question why he was crying, or why he didn't open up to you. maybe he just needed to come to it on his own terms, and you were okay with that, thinking about it now.

he hums lowly, eyes still red. he's enjoying your touches as you wash his hair, his hands resting on your hips.

"this okay?" you say, fingers softly rubbing through the hair on his scalp.

"yeah." he breathes out, seemingly falling asleep. he must be exhausted, all of that pent-up emotion he had been carrying for weeks.

tenderly, he grabs your wrists, stopping you from continuing.

"hm?" you ask, "you want me to stop?"

with no words, he wraps your hands around his neck, bringing his body closer to yours.

the kiss he presses on you is like a feather, the nerves in your lips tickling with every movement he makes with his own. your hands are still covered in lathered shampoo, slipping on his back when you try to deepen the kiss and find something to latch yourself onto. he senses your desperation to hold him, pushing his body closer to yours as your lips meld with his.

one of his hands finds it's way down your back, running down the slope of your hips to settle at the base of your ass, fingers digging into the flesh. you moan into the kiss opening your mouth a bit more.

to your surprise, he stops, looking down for a moment. he mumbles something, you can't make it out.

"huh?" you say, eyes on him.

"i said i love you."

the thump in your chest nearly makes you choke. this is the first time he's said this to you. tears form in your eyes, completely over whelmed by his confession.

"i love you." he breathes out again.

his following kisses are now more needy but still soft. the confession has you almost drunk, your mind lightheaded from the feeling.

nothing about this is fast, not with the way his hand lifts your leg to rest on his hip, kissing every part of your neck and shoulders. this intimacy has you feeling vulnerable. everything from your past tells you to run, but you don't want to. not this time.

he let's out a grunt, bumping you upwards to wrap your legs around his waist, gently settling you on the shower ledge. he doesn't even break the kiss, not even for a second. not wanting to ruin this.

you can feel him against you. he grows harder with every kiss and the motions of your bodies sliding together under the water.

when he pulls back, he doesn't ask for permission for what's about to happen. he knows you want this as much as he does. your arms sit loosely on his shoulders as he breaks contact, only parting to bend and slide your soaked underwear to the ground.

kisses are all over your legs, slow and lazy in their wake. eventually, he makes his way to your jaw, his hands pulling you flush against him, allowing your legs to wrap around his waist once again. you pull him closer, hands securing themselves around his shoulders as you press your face into his neck. you feel him nudging at your folds. his cock pushes its way past with no hand needed guidance.

you have to say it back, let him know this is his home, that you're safe before it's too late.

"i love you too."

the fullness surprises you. your strangled moans echoes off the shower walls, and he's deeper than usual. so much slower, like he's taking his time wanting to feel all of you. tingles of pleasure vibrate in your cunt with every time he slowly pulls out and fucks back into you at the same pace.

"really?" he questions after minute, almost stuttering, his hips lazily moving against you.

this isn't just sex. this was a full mind and body experience. you'd never reached this type of height before, completely engulfed with what's happening. it's like you're completely separated from yourself, your mind not comprehending things how it usually would. almost like hot flashes of bliss, you can almost visualise it.

"really."

the more he thrusts the more his breathes become laboured, yours along with his. his palms find their way to your cheeks to plant open mouthed kisses, hands gripping into you as if you're going to disappear.

"don't leave me." he mumbles, mouth open against yours.

you shake your head, your fingers now gripping into the base of his hair.

a frown paints across his face, his eyes staring into your own. they're still red, but they're filled with so much emotion. his previous sorrow ridden eyes are now beaming at you, enjoying seeing you come apart as his thrusts become faster.

"it's okay." you coo between groans, bringing his lips to hover at yours. "it's okay, stay with me, i'm here."

the grip he has on you gets harder. it's like you're giving him permission, permission to use every part of you for his own will. you can tell he's about to cum, hips stuttering and lips sitting just on the edge of your cheek.

the thrusts begin to lack rhythm; his grunts and moans are low, sounds of the running water still bouncing off the stall. so you let him fill you, his white painting your walls as he reaches his peak.

nothing in him wants to let you go, his grip on you doesn't relent. you let him do whatever he needs, even if you stay like this forever, you wouldn't have minded.

his head eventually buries itself into your neck, breath heavy and warm on you. you hear a small whimper, he's trying to hide it into your neck.

"c'mon, lets go to bed."

it's okay that lee know didn't tell you what was wrong, he'd tell you eventually and when he was ready. all he needed to know that you were there for him and that it was okay to be vulnerable with you. not all was lost, he was your maze, your beautiful confused labyrinth. you didn't need a map, knowing he would guide you eventually.

but until that time comes, you're happy being just what he needs.

#lee know x reader #minho x reader #minho x f reader #lee know #minho #stray kids x reader #stray kids fic #stray kids #skz fic #myfic #WAH EMOTIONAL SEX HNGGGG #angst hours be like #i feel like i rushed the last bit but ): ok #skz smut #skz #prompt

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hrodvitnon · 2 months

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Oh ok you’ve seen it cool.

We need to talk about this then. Obligatory spoiler warning.

(Ignore the dubious quality I took this on a phone )

Ok- like- what do you even do in this situation if you’re Kong? That thing needs four Titan-sized chain leashes to keep it down, charges up like Godzilla, and is half its size by virtue of being on four legs. It’s already double his size if proportions are accurate.

Insane. Titan among titans. Can’t wait to see her try to murder him ❤️

SCYLLA. SPIDER.

In Rome clearly, you can see statues. Wonder why they’re fighting? Scylla must’ve gotten peeved at something and Goji’s stopping her from stomping on his favorite sleepy place (the literal colosseum).

SHIMO FUCKEN BIIIIIIIG!

Regarding Scylla, there's actually a prequel comic – Godzilla X Kong: The Hunted – setting up the Goji-Scylla brawl, and I'll put details (or as many details I can recall) under the cut in case you want to track it down. If not, read away!

So the antagonist of The Hunted is this billionaire tech bro with a cybernetic arm who kidnaps superfauna from the Hollow Earth and uses them to test his Mecha up on the Topside. As for how he gets away with this with a Monarch outpost set up in the Hollow Earth, maybe he's got signal blocker tech, or his cyber arm can cause SIGNALIS-style feedback loops or something, who knows. What a cartoon character this guy is, dude decorates his island mansion with Titan statues, or stuffed displays or something. This dude's building himself up to bigger and stronger fights so he can one day fight Godzilla, because it turns out that oh no! He lost his family and also his arm in the events of 2014! I think his family was in Las Vegas at the time, which makes it darkly funny, because Tech Bro is on a revenge kick and Femuto was literally just going for an after lunch walk.

Godzilla knows some shit is happening, so Tech Bro throws the Big G off his trail by futzing with some signals which, if I recall correctly, ends up causing Scylla to go on a Nuclear Power Plant Feeding Frenzy. Bernie's keeping tabs on the situation and provides commentary/narration. One power plant goes full Elephant's Foot by the time she's done. Goji's chasing after her but can't catch up to make her cut the shit out... until Rome, which is where we get Godzilla vs Scylla. Also, JAYSUS WEPT, but did they amp up the spidery aesthetic for Scylla?! She's activating my arachnophobia, damn!

But what happens to Tech Bro? Lemme tell ya: Tech Bro suits up in his We Have Pacific Rim At Home-ass Mecha and goes fucking around in the Hollow Earth. One of the new critters introduced is this thorny tailed puma cat thing, and Tech Bro spots two cubs playing. Like a scumbag, he goes to kill them. Mama Thorn Cat intervenes to protect her babies but is killed, and Tech Bro (having gleefully become the same sadistic family-destroying monster he views the Titans as) chases down the cubs to brutally kill them...

But Kong shows up to save the day! Tech Bro puts up a fight and he's yammering all about how Kong's just a big dumb monkey and has nothing to him but his size (dude must have slept on the Hong Kong Fight, because only a Hubristic Dumbass would underestimate Kong), and that "I, as a cool big dick human man with money and a TRAGIC BACKSTORY am the REAL HUNTER AND NOT YOU" and long story short Kong drops his Mecha down a cliff and bricks it. Tech Bro escapes his busted ass mecha whining about the cost of his Mecha, and ends up killed by the same cubs he tried to kill. Circle of Life, you love to see it.

#tosho89 #frostbite814 #godzilla x kong: the new empire

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navybrat817 · 1 year

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January Reading List

Hey, lovelies! Here are the fics I had the pleasure of reading and reblogging throughout the month of January. Please show these writers some love and heed the warnings for each fic. Remember, you are responsible for your own media consumption. Banner by yours truly and divider by the talented @saradika.

If any writer does not wish to be included in this list, please let me know.

Love, thanks, and happy reading!

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Just One Night by @jobean12-blog

New Year's Day by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Last First Kiss by @jadedvibes

Dark Side of the Moon by @sgt-seabass

Not a Fan by @buckyalpine

When Your Kisses Climb by @slyyywriting

Though I Have Never Read It by @tuiccim

Jewel Encrusted by @nocturne-pisces

Everyone's Watching Him (But He's Looking at Her) by @writing-for-marvel

Just One More Night - Part 1 by @tumblin-theworldaway

Fun Turns to Fear by @cherryredmurdock

There's Really a Wolf by @flordeamatista

Delicate by @bucksangel

Forever by @callingsergeantbarnes

Positive Vicissitude by @targaryenvampireslayer

That Walk by @bucky-barnes-diaries

Blackheart by @onceuponastory

Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers

Haze by @sweeterthanthis

Saved by @doasyoudesireandlive

Bucky Barnes x Reader x Sam Wilson

A Smile and a Smirk by @late-to-the-party-81

The Chase by @targaryenvampireslayer

Hal Carter x Reader

Black Crown by @sgt-seabass

Lee Bodecker x Reader

No One Special by @springdandelixn

Out of Line by @dreamlessinparis

Steve Rogers x Reader

Chef's Kiss by @cockslutpadalecki

Surprise, Surprise by @late-to-the-party-81

On the Hunt: One Step Ahead by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Alpha Steve Headcanon by @foxgloveprincess

Recognition by @labella420

Safe and Sound by @qu1etwolf

Witch View by @buckets-and-trees

Pretty Flowers for a Pretty Girl by @witchywithwhiskey

Andy Barber x Reader

Sweet Treats by @sunshinebuckybarnes

Unbind Me by @ghotifishreads

Kill Bill by @geniedetails

Wherever You Will Go by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

Ari Levinson x Reader

Don't Tempt Him by @luxeavenger

Sleepy Hollow by @onsunnyside

The Chores by @theycallmebecca

Jake Jensen x Reader

Happy Father's Day - Jake Jensen by @justalonelyslytherin

Lloyd Hansen x Reader x Ransom Drysdale

How I Disappeared... Part 2 by @jtargaryen18

Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Formation by @ronearoundblindly

You Don't Wanna See Me Bratty by @honeystevie

Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Attention by @agentofkrypton

Discretion by @inklore

You'll Never Go Down to the Gods Again by @the-iceni-bitch

Miscellaneous Characters x Reader

Mourning (Wanda Maximoff) by @late-to-the-party-81

Silver (Laurie Laurence) by @darksideofthecocoamoon

I Want Out (Max Sharper) by @mickeyhenrys

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starryficsfinishwen · 10 months

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✧。◟[NSFW] ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ — wanshi x reader [PGR]

all we do is think about the feelings that we hide

a.n. - halsey thanks for this beautiful song (titled "drive" too), you gave me too much inspo and I love it. also I ended up listening to the whole Badlands album as I write this down lmao also here's to hoping we get an s wanshi soon!

pairing - wanshi x f!doctor

words - 3,476

warnings - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. MAJOR SMUT AHEAD: thigh riding, penetration, degradation (mentions of whore, slut), orgasm denial, creampie??. mean!dom!wanshi x sub!bratty reader. bratty reader because hehe. also a little exhibitionism down there. STRONG USE OF MATURE LANGUAGE. friends with benefits au! doesn't seem like this thing has plot kek just purely smut, I swear.

Anger has a vice grip on your throat.

Clawing and clamoring at the apex of your tongue, teeth gritting hard to prevent the profanity from spewing on your lips. Your shoulders shake as the events of earlier replay in your mind, fingers curled into fists that you feel your nails digging into the palm of your hand — it's raw; how anger bubbles like a pan full of boiling water, and you want to throw it away viciously into the source of your miseries.

Fuck the autonomy. Fuck the anarchy of your workplace. Fuck the Star of Life.

You wanted nothing more than to let the anger run wild and hope it won't make a home out of your hollowed out chest.

Fortunately for you, the ride you've been waiting for has finally arrived.

The clanking of your heels reverberates throughout the hall as you walk to your transport, but you no longer care if someone watches. Flinging the car door open, you throw yourself onto the chair, slamming the door shut. Your anger doesn't sizzle out, instead, it flares up the moment you catch a glimpse of silver hair in your peripheral vision.

“So angry today,” he chuckles, with a deep voice laced with grogginess, “where to, Princess?”

“Anywhere.” You flat out spoke, not bothering to hide the annoyance in the way you speak, “Just drive.”

He doesn't say a word; instead, he fiddles with the keys, the engine revving back to life. Staring outside the moving car, you find yourself swimming, bathing in the city lights of Babylonia's nightlife.

It stays that way: the occasional sound of the wheels passing through asphalt and concrete, his stepping on the accelerator, and the music of the Golden Age on his dashboard. You've long put on your seatbelt but twiddle the strap absentmindedly. You look away from the front, his gaze is on you. Your hands hold themselves into fists, his left on the steering wheel and the other on the stick shift. It doesn't quell the anger in your bones, it only feels too familiar. A routine, if you must.

“You must have done something.” His usual sleepy voice is unlike when he's serious and focused. It's a voice that brings a shiver to your spine.

“I haven't.” You huffed, “This is none of your business.”

“Said the girl who called for me to pick her up.” You don't miss the taunting smile tugging his lips, “You're a walking contradiction.”

“Wanshi.” The name goes as an echo in your head, as a shiver down there, “Did I not tell you to shut up?”

“Then, you shouldn't have called for me.” His voice is sharp enough to cut through silence.

It agitates you. The feelings resurface — anger, frustration, indignation — all crashing into something horribly beautiful, something that claws from the back of your throat to the inside of your thighs (you cross them together now, Wanshi doesn't turn a blind eye to it). Your anger resigns for a short while; your hand reaches and wraps itself on the hand on the stick shift, grasping and desperate to show who's boss.

“Drive,” you muttered, “Keep driving until I say so.”

Sooner or later, the scenery turns into something you're familiar with. It doesn't take long; the humming of the engine, the tale-tell sign of the starry night lulling into midnight, the ocean waves crashing onto the shore, the throbbing of your core aching and aching.

You hear the chair creak. You look away from the ocean. You look at the man instead.

Silver hair, refined jaw, pale face. He reclines himself on the back of the car door, legs spread out up to your thighs. He stares back at you, amber eyes illuminated with an emotion you've long recognized since you both established this contract.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” He whispered, “Use me as you like.”

It makes you rethink the contract.

But you're here anyways: straddling his thighs, your legs clenching on it as if your dear life depends on it, hands clawing on his hips. The medical gown you wore is now slung lazily on your chair, the first two buttons on your uniform already open as your cleavage is shown in all its glory, your teeth biting down on the hem of your skirt. You've long discarded your underwear (it's in his pockets, you're somehow aware), and you're desperately humping on Wanshi's thighs.

Whines of frustration escape your quivering lips, the anger in your bones twisting and turning, wanting to be transformed into pure pleasure. But such pleas fall deaf on Wanshi's ears, as his attention is elsewhere but you.

“Wanshi,” your call becomes a whimper, much to your chagrin, “Pay attention to me.”

“You think you deserve it?” He chuckles, amber eyes focused on the book he held, “After being such a brat? Is that how I should be treated?”

“You- ngh,” your pussy flinches, as it catches a part of his pants that deliciously rubbed your neglected clit, “I-I wasn't...”

“Work hard for it, doctor.” His teasing makes your hole quiver once more, the title somehow causing you to be more embarrassed with what you're doing with a man like him.

You've long noticed the tent in his pants, twitching whenever you cried out. Trying to relieve from its restraints, you slowly rubbed it, the outline surpassing the length of your fingers, leather wet from the constraints held somewhere inside-

Wanshi flicks away your hand. Amber eyes stare at you, to which you glare back.

“Fuck you.”

“I will, when you stop being a brat.”

Your ego, unfortunately, doesn't bow down to such a request. You want it raw - the thrill of sex sending your mind into overdrive, the grasps of hands you'd lose sensation from holding on too much. And so, you continue to grind on his thighs, wherever the mere journey of your escapade ends.

You look at him once more — Wanshi. BPE-47. Support-type construct. You've always known him as a reliable healer, for both humans and constructs. After all, he's been a revered war hero and nurse, someone who could keep everyone around him alive. But why is it now, he who made this contract with you, making you choke in the loss of pleasure? You don't even remember the details as to when you've both made this arrangement. All you want right now is just to be fucked full by him and him alone.

“Mm?” Wanshi's eyes flickered at you, and it made your heart skip a beat, “That's new. Did you only call me just so you can do this?”

“No.” You hurriedly said, the pleasure starting to seep into you, wetness coating a patch in his pants, “I...I was just thinking.”

“Say it, then.” He lowers the book in his hand, eyes now attentively looking at your every move, “I don't have all night.”

“I-I had to do 4 operations in two straight days.” You began, gritting your teeth, the reminiscent anger poking you incessantly, “The nurses were bitches throughout the operation.”

A hand crawls ever so slowly to your thighs. He rubs slow and languid circles, tracing up to the outline of your skirt. “Mm, then?”

“I told...I told them to be more attentive or the patient would deviate,” you see his hand caressing outside your uniform, twiddling the bottom buttons, and you swallowed, “but, ah- they didn't listen...”

He's opening the first button. With his amber eyes, he threatens to stop if you stopped talking. And so, you continue, “The-The doctors were assholes as well.”

You want more, the anger subsiding into something you've craved for: pleasure. He's being attentive, finally. The book was already discarded to the dashboard of the car, two of his hands unbuttoning your uniform agonizingly slow (his fingers would slip through, your torso shivering at his every touch). Although you've been talking about your shitty experiences at the Star of Life, they've become a mindless babble to you, mind occupied with the way his hands were exploring the expanse of your exposed skin as the last button is finally opened. Wanshi drags his fingers over your stomach, your sides, your hips- his fingers trail to your back, unhooks your bra fast, like how he has been doing for a long, long while now, hands now cupping your breasts, touching everywhere else there but the two neglected nubs.

“That's it?” His movements halt, causing you to whine, but his hands are still holding your chest, “Over trivial matters?”

You don't remember it being trivial. Ah, maybe it is, now that he's touching you, now that you're too hell-bent on wanting his touch for you. Wanshi looks at you, a free hand reaching out to your chin. His thumb rubs the outline of your lips, carefully staring at your contorting expression. He's always done this before- watching you as if memorizing your every move. Without a warning, he slips his thumb past your lips, toying with your tongue. Your hips stutter at the intrusion, as he squeezes your chest.

“You know, I never got to tell you this, you may look pretty when you're talking about your problems at work.” He glances at your lips taking in his thumb, before looking up at your irises, voice dropping an octave lower. “But you always look prettier when you're silent and sucking on something else.”

He matches the thrust of his fingers in your mouth to your hips. Pleasure rebuilds itself as knots in your stomach, his hands and mouth aiding as he latches on one mound, his other free hand fondling your other breast. It drives you wild and wilder, waiting for the right time to come, with or without his permission.

Yet, before you could, the sound of an engine draws closer, closer to where Wanshi had parked the car. Fear intertwines your sense of pleasure, pussy violently clenching around nothing, as your hips falter with irregular movements. Wanshi noticed it long before you, so before you could surrender yourself to the pleasure, he pulls himself away.

A regretful moan escapes your mouth, the telltale sign of the ruined orgasm causing the anger in your muscles to reignite. “What the hell-”

“I didn't tell you to cum yet.” He looks behind to see another car parked beside him. “Tsk, a shame.”

He says so, but he pulls you closer. It catches you off-guard, moaning out his name as you feel the friction of his bulge under your soaking pussy. “Do you want to be caught like this, doctor? Would you like to be known that an esteemed doctor of the Star of Life is moaning like a cheap whore inside this car?”

Your cunt throbs at his words. Tears threaten to spill out of your eyes, as you cover your mouth. Your face rests on his shoulder, eyes trailing as you recognize the car next to you. Two people step out, wearing the same lab gown you have, but you couldn't recognize the faces. Effortlessly lifting you up, he starts to unzip his pants. While he's at it, you can feel the outline of his hand under you, and you're sure he's purposely teasing you more. You grunt out in annoyance, to which he only laughs.

“So naughty,” he drags the zipper down awfully slow, “I should have known when you've already wet yourself in my pants. I wonder how my captain would react.”

He leans upward, teeth grazing your ear, “That a little whore has been playing with her toy.”

“Wanshi,” your mouth betrays you, a breathy moan calling out his name. You feel his thumb rubbing your overstimulated clit now, ruthlessly shoving a finger into your quivering hole.

“I'm not fucking you like this,” He whispers, continuing his ministrations as he nibbles your earlobe, “You've been so bratty lately, you're ruining the mood.”

Your ego is your Achilles' heel. You want it to crumble, you want it down, just to let him in. But instead, it makes you bite your lips to prevent moans from coming out, it makes you shake. Your strength has long disappeared already though, making you unable to shake away the hand that is abusing your trembling pussy.

“Fuck you.”

“Am I not doing that right now, darling?” Chuckling, he fiddles with your ruined hair, “We've long established that, haven't we?”

The two people outside of the car are laughing now. You're suddenly aware: the car windows aren't that tinted, and you know that they will notice the shake of the car. Wanshi starts to groan.

“Fuck- ah, you're squeezing my hand now. Did you think you'll cum that easily?”

“N-no, I-”

“-oh, or did the newcomers notice?” He starts to laugh, mischievously pulling his hands away, “I think you know these people, yes? They seem nice. Should we give them a show?”

“Wanshi don't be stu- ah,”

Without a warning, Wanshi sinks his cock into you in one fluid thrust. A loud moan of his name tumbles out of your lips, and he has to shove his fingers in your mouth.

You feel so full, so fucking full. You imagine it now, his cockhead teasing your cervix, girth pulsating deeply in your walls.

“You actually want to put on a show, huh?” You taste yourself in the fingers inside your mouth, albeit bitter, but you're too focused on his length that seemed to already reach the deepest part down there.

“[Y/N]- nngh, you're so tight.” He pulls you by the shoulder, smiling when he sees the look on your face, “...already fucked out?”

As if in a daze, you shake your head, “N-No...I-” Your whines grew into something pitiful, as you mindlessly ground your hips, desperate to make him move already, “Wanshi, Wanshi,”

He pulls his fingers away to grasp your chin, angling to kiss you. It's rough, it's soft, it's everything - the first proper kiss of tonight, you should've memorized it: his tongue, his lips, the outline.

“How pretty,” his chuckles passed through your ear and exited to the other, his eyes taking sight of you unraveling like this in his lap, “My pretty little slut.”

The slapping of skin. The sound of lips crashing onto each other. There are no lovers in this story. Only two individuals in one car, chasing the heights and highs of infatuation, drilled in the expanse of lust. One chases the thrill of sex, the other- no one knows. Wanshi could only behold this sight that only he can see alone, ingrained in his M.I.N.D.

His hand grips your hips, nails digging in so that he'll leave bruises in the morning. Latching on one mound, he sucks on it as if his life depended on it. Upon hearing your moan, Wanshi begins to thrust upwards.

“You like that, don't you, doctor?” A title that he's long forgotten in the past, now used for someone he adores, “I think you've done enough. Let me return your favor.”

He feels your pussy clench as he jerked to meet your movement. Low, breathy groans intertwined with whiny moans. You've probably forgotten your name now, as your mouth only calls out to the man fucking you full. Although he fucks you ruthlessly, his gaze seems gentle. Forget the world outside, or the people close — you endlessly chase this heavenly high.

“You're close.”

“Mmph, mmhm-” Your fingers find themselves tangled in his hair, your other hand holding onto his shirt. “I...I have o-one- ah, more request.”

“Say it.”

You looked up, exposing your neck. You've always fooled around with Wanshi, yet nothing but bruises hidden under uniforms and shirts. And right now...you're asking for something that seems different than the usual arrangement.

“Mark me,” you whispered, “please.”

It's a plead, not a request. But who was Wanshi to deny you, when you've asked so sweetly? Pulling you closer, one hand propped under your pussy and twiddling with your clit, Wanshi bares his teeth near your neck, breath fogging even your common sense.

“You will cum when I say so, [Y/N].” He hears you whine, “You better listen.”

You're listening all right. Not when the overstimulation clouds your judgment, not when you hear the suspicion on the outsider's faces, not when Wanshi starts to nip that specific side of your neck- you try not to cum. No, you were far better than that. You forgot that this was just an arrangement, a contract.

The first bite in your neck is painful, but it sends you to paradise. Your body shakes, an impending orgasm rushing to meet you. Wanshi wishes to extend his fun, but he knows you've done enough, too fucked out to make thorough judgments. And he hears the outsiders talk closer now.

“[Y/N],” it's warm, it's hot — your cunt, molded now into the shape of his cock, after being fucked by him multiple times now — he wishes he could stay that way, entrapped in your warmth, but he feels his own self-control wither, “I'm close.”

Your pussy trembles in response. With one last thought, he whispers in your ear, “Who's making you like this, hm?”

“W-Wanshi,”

Your last thought is white noise. His thumb rubs your clit messily, before the magic word arrives, “Cum.”

You do. Oblivious to the world, you come undone, come unraveled in Wanshi's lap, mouth babbling words that you would never say when you're sober. You forget you're a doctor, you forget he's a construct. You forget everything but Wanshi and his name.

Wanshi fucks you through your orgasms, the grip of your hand in his hair grounding him as thick cum fills your overstimulated cunt. He calls out your name, a low moan that echoes in your ear. One rational sense hears the outsiders going back into the car, seemingly driving away. The other is busy holding your slacked body against him, breathing into the afterglow.

You think it's ethereal: his messy hair, the golden glow of the streetlight haloing behind him by the car window, your bodies molding into one another, each catching your breaths. Your eyes grow heavy. You think you should wash away the cum that's stuffed full of his now-softening dick inside you, but weariness slowly consumes you.

When the dark consumes you, you feel a gentle caress on your cheek, paired something warm covering your naked body.

“Sleep well, Princess.”

Solemnity flutters in your chest.

The next moment you wake, your body is heavy. But your head is on something soft, a pillow propped under it. You try to sit up, but you realize a new set of clothes is on you.

“I cleaned you up, Princess.” Wanshi's voice answers the questions running through your head, “You were snoozing too peacefully even when I was dressing you up.”

He's now sitting properly in the driver's seat as if nothing hot happened to the both of you earlier. Amber eyes are trailed to the sea, the glow of the streetlight showing the contours of his face.

A faint blush dusts your cheeks, “Thank you...”

“Don't mention it. I think it's time for you to go back to work anyways, wouldn't want your patients to be left alone.”

As he starts the engine, you start to think. Did you want to go back to the Star of Life now? The night seemed so early, and you wanted to spend more time with him. It wasn't part of the contract, right? A tug in your chest begs to be noticed, wanting him to notice it for himself.

His hand is on the stick shift. You reached out and held it. He looks at you, and you stare at his amber irises.

“Wanshi,” you breathed, “kiss me.”

“...did I not fuck the brattiness out of you earlier?”

The blush on your cheek deepened. “W-Wanshi...!”

He laughs genuinely now. You tug on his hand once more. Looking at you, he silently licks his lips. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” You spoke, “Kiss me, Wanshi.”

He's the first to reach out and cup your cheeks. Doing the favor to lean closer, foreheads touching, you closed your eyes. You feel his lips - cold, soft, wanting to be warm - before he closed the gap.

This kiss is softer, sweeter now. You wondered once if this contract would morph into something better, something warmer. But his kiss is now something you could equally call desperation, a want distinct to lust. You've both waited for this. He tilts your face, only to deepen the kiss.

Hesitantly, you pull away when you part for air. You opened your eyes to find Wanshi's lips swollen, a blush mirroring your own. Your hand is still with his. He doesn't move away.

“I'll...take you back to the hospital now.”

“I want to stay with you.” You squeezed his hand, “let's drive for now.”

And maybe you would talk a bit more than just drive.

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My beautiful, my wonderful, my amazing Jul🥰

I’m so happy you’re getting back to writing again! 🥰

Please may I request:

75: standing on your tippy toes, frustrated you can't reach your lover's lips

With Andrew’s Spidey please ☺️🕷️ tall boyfriend & short girlfriend cliche coming in hot 🥺🥺

Friendly

A/N: Li!!! Surprise, I'm your secret santa! MERRY BELATED CHRISTMAS!!! (and sorry I was so late!) This was a whole journey since I really wanted to gift you some enemies to lovers and I've actually never done that before lol if you only knew how many plots and characters went through, and then you requested this and I was finally illuminated my the gods (aka Andrew Garfield mostly). I really really hope you like it! Also, thanks to my lovely wife @nadja-antipaxos for being an amazing beta!!

Pairing: tasm!Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 1.4 k

Could you call Peter Parker your enemy, when all he does is make your heart feel like it was going to come out of your chest with pure rage? Yes, yes you can. Peter Parker is your sworn enemy ever since he stepped into your class all those semesters ago and decided to take your spot as the top student.

He outsmarts you, every single time, in every class, and every chance he gets; you even have come to the conclusion that he’s only waiting for you to let him show how much better than you he is, the tiniest opportunity to hold on to make it about himself. Everything is a competition when it comes to your rivalry with Peter. You are sure your whole class hates you both by now since you both end up in debates in every class trying to beat the other one round after round of fact-dropping.

And yet he’s so nice, so flawlessly and naturally nice. Always sending you a smile and a wave when you cross each other in the halls, with his perfectly messed-up hair, his soft shirts, and his always sleepy brown eyes. You loathe him.

It's only natural that you would end up being stuck on a project together, working on it forcing you to spend a whole afternoon together as you try and decide whose idea to use; which book to use, what font color, which argument was better, anything and everything ending in at least 10 minutes of going back and forth.

It is when you are on minute 12 deciding whether to use the book you want or the website he found for your research, going back and forth when you get tired of it. You can’t stand it anymore. “Choose whatever you want then, I’m done.” You stand up from the table, grab your bag, and walking away.

“Oh, come on! Where are you going?”

“To the roof.” You admit with your back already to him, as if going to the roof was nothing, just as it was for him.

Peter sees you go with just a chuckle. “Have fun!” He says when your back is all he sees on the distant horizon. Because you won't take long, right? You only needed some fresh air, he guesses.

But minutes go by and you don’t come down, minutes that turn into almost an hour, and with that, the cold winter evening starts to roll around all while your jacket is hanging on the back of your chair. Peter hates to admit it, but his leg keeps bouncing faster with every minute that goes by and you don’t come back. Could you still be up there on the roof? Were you really five floors high sitting there all by yourself?

You were ridiculous, storming out like that. Yes, ridiculous, and Peter has to remind himself that, because suddenly the idea of you out there, up there, completely alone on a New York City rooftop fills his body with a hollow feeling.

He mumbles a curse after a couple more minutes when his hands were already tugging at his hair. Damn you, spidey sense. He storms off, jacket in hand and feet almost sprinting through every floor he goes up.

Quiet meets him when he reaches the roof, and indeed, there you are leaning against the bricks of the roof wall that overlook the city. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” You mumble curling further into yourself when you see him, rolling your eyes when you meet his. “Go away, Peter.”

“See, the thing is I can’t.” With long steps he joins you, standing next to you with his gaze looking straight forward, stretching his hand to give you your jacket. “I can’t let you be by yourself on a roof, there are crazy people here.”

“You don’t have to do it.” You accept the jacket, though, crossing your arms across your chest once you have it on and leaning against the fence again.

“I kind of do, it’s my job as your friendly neighbor.” You try to guess what he means by that just by looking at him. Peter only shrugs, a guilty smile on his face. “It’s my fault you are here. I may be trying to beat you in class but I’m not gonna let someone push you from up here, doesn’t seem like a fair win.”

His sarcasm is loud and clear, and it makes you both chuckle. “Ah, so you didn’t come to do that yourself?”

“Okay, why is it always like this?” The change of mood in his voice startles you, his usual calm demeanor nowhere to be seen. “What did I do to make you hate me so much?”

“Because you get on my nerves, Peter! You always have to be the smarter one, and the one with the final word. Every time I say something it’s like I don’t even matter as soon as you open your mouth!”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t-”

“I’m not done.” You swallow. “I’ve been trying so hard to keep myself casual about it, because there have been so many times where I know I’m right, and that you have to know it too, yet you keep going on and on and I get mad and it really, really makes me hate you so much.”

You breathe once you are done, your eyes almost shining with tears with all the frustration finally out of your system. But when you look him in the eyes, soft and brown and without an ounce of threat in them again, genuinely listening to you with the slightest hint of an amused smile in them. Then, you are reminded of the latest truth: ”but you keep making it really hard to hate you.”

Facing each other now, you have to take a deep breath to regain your composure. Peter stays quiet, his face unmoving with the same smile showing through his eyes. “What?” You find yourself asking, trying to read him, but he only smiles. Right, that’s why you hated him.

“Nothing, it’s nothing, I just-” His head does a little wobble and his eyes finally move away from yours, a small laugh escaping through his lips when words fail him. “It’s ridiculous.”

“I’m ridiculous?” Your eyebrows shot up your forehead, waiting for him to explain.

“No! I am, this is! I never- ughh!” He grabs your shoulders, maybe to ground himself after his nonsense ramble, maybe to feel you. You try not to give it too much thought, since his touch alone is sending electricity through your veins, you don’t need to add an explanation on top of that. “I never planned on you to hate me, that was not what that was for. I was doing all that because you… you are so smart and so clever and witty and… and I thought maybe if I answer to what you say then maybe you would think I was smart too.”

“Oh,” there’s a bit of doubt in your voice, a strain that tells him that his plan was not precisely working.

“I’m sorry I was such an asshole.”

“You are forgiven.” You smirk, and with that, you both relax. “When did it turn into a competition then? Because it certainly did.”

“When I saw you smile every time you won.” Peter huffs a laugh and shrugs as if confessing that to you was an obvious statement, not something that would turn your stomach upside down with butterflies fluttering all over your chest. “You have a very nice smile.”

You take a step towards him, standing almost chest to chest, so close that you can see his throat bobbing as he licks his lips. Your body seems to move without you commanding it to do so, lifting your heels from the ground to try and reach him, any part of him. He sees that, and all he does about it is smile.

“Damn you, Parker,” is all you are able to say before you are standing on your tiptoes and being pulled towards him, with his hands holding your back to help you keep your balance as he kisses you, dipping down to find your lips in the middle. Your hands grab onto his neck, for support and to feel him closer, to be able to hold onto something while your lips move so in sync with each other.

Whatever competition you had with each other is forgotten, and it’s like all that fighting made him know you better since he knows exactly where to move his hands, when to deepen the kiss, when to squeeze you closer to him, keeping you wanting more of him even after only minutes of knowing what kissing him was like.

So, could you call Peter Parker your enemy, when all he does is make your heart beat so fast? No, maybe you could not, as it turns out it was not rage, you were just in love.

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