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prettybean · 6 months

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KEEGAN (+18)

“We didn't get the dessert”

Car sex, degrading, dirty talk, rough Keegan!

* I had to do it

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

Keegan is the best boyfriend ever: he never lets you miss out on anything and always satisfies you in every possible way. Every Saturday, he takes you to a different restaurant, and by now, you've tried them all. But each time, it's even more amazing than the last. He’s a gentleman.

He arrives to pick you up in his car. You still can't figure out how he managed to get his license, but you don't want to tell him he's a terrible driver. You just hope to make it through the entire trip alive.

He surprises you with a bouquet of fresh roses, opens the car door for you, and insists on paying for dinner. His gallantry makes you fall in love with him all over again. You've tried to at least split the bill a few times, but he's more stubborn than you and won't let you.

"Love, did you enjoy your meal?" he asked as he hopped into the car, exiting the parking lot and heading towards your home. "It was absolutely delicious," you replied, and he grinned at you, placing his hand on your leg and moving it back and forth.

"I'm sorry we didn't get the dessert," he said, suddenly changing course and taking a more secluded route with less lighting. You felt his hand move up your inner thigh, his fingers squeezing the soft skin. "Where are we going?" you asked. "To have my dessert," he replied with a chuckle, his hand making its way towards your panty-covered area, tracing circles on it.

"Fuck, you're so wet," Keegan says chuckling, while you moaned as you wrapped your legs around his hand, holding onto his wrist as you rubbed yourself against it. "If you make a mess, you'll have to clean it up with your tongue, got it?" he growled in a demanding tone.

He always got what he wanted, no matter the cost. When he was turned on, he became a different person. "Good girl, keep making those noises," he whispered as he slipped his fingers into your panties, teasing your dripping entrance. You gasped and covered your mouth to stifle your moans, while he kept his eyes on the road, moving his fingers in and out quickly.

“God, look at you. You're getting touched in the car like a whore. That’s fucking pathetic."

His words made your pussy clench on his fingers, noticing how the bulge in his pants is becoming more and more noticeable. “Keegan, stop here please.” “No bitch, I decide when we stop. You can stay still and quiet like the good pet you are."

You whimpered, grinding your pussy on his hand, getting the whole seat wet.

He switched off the car, readjusting the seat and lowering it. "Come over here," he commanded, gesturing towards his lap, lifting your trembling legs for you to sit on him. Your body pressed against his bulge, and you couldn't resist moving against it, letting out soft moans against his lips. Keegan gently kissed you, sensing your desperation for him and hearing every moan that escaped your lips.

"Do you want my cock?" he asked, pulling your lower lip between his teeth, and you nodded eagerly.

“Mine or someone else's?" Keegan asked, pulling down his pants slightly, stroking his cock with his hand, and resting it against your entrance. "Yours," you replied, settling on top of him, sliding his length between your folds.

“Can't you resist anymore? You're literally pushing your pussy against my cock, you're a greedy whore. Say it." He looks into your eyes, squeezing your hips, making you ride his dick. "I said, say it".

Moans leave your lips, feeling how his length fills you up nicely, pushing against your sweet spot.

“I-I'm.. your whore.” You tried to repeat his words, holding onto his shoulders.

Keegan thrust into you with force, making you moan loudly. "You were craving this, weren't you? You wanted me to fuck you from the moment you walked in the door." You nodded, tears of pleasure streaming down your face as he whispered in your ear. "You're such a good little slut, waiting for your reward. Do you want me to cum inside you? Do you want me to fill your pussy?" You screamed in ecstasy, your body trembling with pleasure, riding him hard and moaning his name over and over again.

"Yes, just like that," he said, teasing you with his hand on your folds, enjoying the mess you’ve made, coming all over him.

You attempted to shift, but your body was overly sensitive, causing discomfort in your intimate area, too much overstimulated. Your legs trembled, and you struggled to catch your breath. Keegan took the lead, pressing himself against you, intensifying the sensation within you.

He smiled evilly at you, smacking your ass hard;

"Where do you think you're going? You will get fucked until I say so, got it? Now, take my cock and let me use you."

#keegan x you #keegan russ x reader #keegan x reader #cod keegan #keegan smut #keegan p russ #cod smut #cod x reader #cod

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femmefatalevibe · 1 year

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Femme Fatale Guide: How To Learn To Love Yourself & Heal From Toxic People

Allow yourself to feel all your emotions and thoughts, authentically and without self-criticism or judgment: Acknowledge that you're grieving. Accept that you need to mourn your loss. Even if it is better to move on in life without these people, it is healthy and completely valid to grieve the relationships you had with these people – regardless of whether they were one-sided, deluded, or otherwise toxic. Allow yourself to cry, be angry, lie in bed, etc. Hit a pillow, sleep in all day on a weekend, or wear a set of pajamas for a WFH day. Give yourself permission to engage in self-soothing behaviors without any type of self-harm or self-sabotage.

Rest, relax, and pamper yourself in your leisure time: Spend time taking it easy – reading, watching TV, doing a face mask or another indulgent skin treatment, using a body massager, cooking dinner in a silk robe and slippers, lighting a candle, cozying up in a blanket, etc. Allow yourself to feel at peace. Create a sanctuary in your space.

Take time for introspection and self-discovery: Being in any type of relationship with toxic people is draining and can cause you to feel as though you've lost a part of yourself by trying to make the relationship succeed. Now, it's time to reclaim yourself after you've courageously cut out these toxic people from your life. Consider and honor your deepest desires, values, interests, hobbies, lifestyle, goals, aesthetic, food, sexual, entertainment preferences, etc. Go on a self-discovery journey to figure out who you really are, what you believe, and who you will work to become as you enter this new, exciting chapter of your life.

Journal, read, eat healthily, work out, drink plenty of water, and sleep: Go back to the basic healthy habits. Try to journal for at least 5-10 minutes a day (using a 5-minute journal, morning pages [writing 3 pages of stream-of-conscious thoughts first thing in the morning], journal or shadow work prompts), make 2-3 whole food, plant-based meals with carbs, veggies, fruits, proteins, and healthy fats, find some ways to incorporate movement into your day – 30-minute walk or yoga session is enough if that's all you can manage consistently, have your body weight in ounces of water daily, and sleep for around 7-8 hours a night. Do some inner child healing by taking care of your core needs.

Indulge in all of your favorites: There's a lot of fun you can have when you have total freedom regarding your daily activities and choices. Give yourself permission to enjoy this solitude. Wear your favorite outfits every day (occasion-appropriate options, of course), including pajamas, loungewear, lingerie, and accessories. Make your favorite meals and snacks throughout the week (incorporating some healthy options in there to feel your best – I love a good oatmeal bowl, frozen grapes, baked Japanese sweet potato, or a hummus and vegetable plate). Watch your favorite TV shows or movies. Indulge in a glass of wine you love or reread a favorite book. Create a masterful playlist. Plan a day of your favorite activities (a long walk, getting a coffee, indulging in a spa day, going to a farmer's market, going to a yoga class, etc.) Treat yourself like your own best friend.

Get comfortable doing things alone: Honestly, no one cares or is paying attention to if you're doing activities alone or with someone else. If someone shows too much interest in your solitude, they're probably projecting their own insecurities regarding their perceived social ridicule. Take yourself shopping, to the nail salon, out for a meal, to the movies, etc. alone. Personally, I love doing most of these things alone anyways. Running errands alone gives you some space to clear your mind and think freely.

Define what an ideal social life and/or relationship looks like for you: Once you've become comfortable with yourself and living life on your own terms, it's time to embrace your desire for human connection and socialization. Consider the types of people you want in your life – their values, personalities, interests, goals, favorite activities, relational boundaries, etc., and where/when/how often you want to interact with them.

Create an action plan: Reconnect with the people in your life who continue to show up for you and have been a light through these toxic relationships and their lasting effects over the months or years. Decide on the places, groups, and ways you'll reach out/try to meet these people. Figure out how to expand your network, and make new connections. Don't be afraid to put yourself out there. You won't vibe with everyone you meet, but it is worthwhile to engage in small talk with several strangers if even one of these new faces, later on, becomes a good friend or acquaintance. A varied social circle is a great way to enrich your life.

Take small steps, then strides: Be gentle on yourself throughout this entire process. It is perfectly okay to take one day at a time during the grieving process. Everyone's healing journey will look different and evolve at a different pace. Don't let these toxic people remain in your heart, mind, and spirit. Remember that you deserve love, kindness, happiness, success, peace, and patience.

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bethsvrse · 6 months

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Hey 😎

Can you write like Charlie smut and fluff hcs? Or like a little drabble or something? Anything works! There’s nothing abt him on here and it makes me sad because he deserves so much more appreciation 🥹

Thank you!

PAIRING charlie slimecicle x streamer!reader

A/N I literally love Charlie so much and he 100% deserves more love! so here is a sfw & nsfw hcs about Charlie <3

heads up, I’ve only written smut twice in my life so it may not be good…

SFW

You guys stream together sm

before you guys went public, literally everyone shipped you, like all the time

When Charlie is in Tommy’s vlogs, you almost always come with

Everyone praised Tommy for giving them y/ncicle content

Always treats you

Like every time you go out, he’d be the one paying for food

The waiter came over to you and Charlie, and placed the check down on the table. You smiled at the waitress and turned to go grab the check before seeing it be put back on the table by your boyfriend

“Charlie..” you trailed off, feeling bad that he’s paying.

“I know that voice and let me just say, that i don’t mind paying! If anything I prefer it, I want to treat my girlfriend, and if paying for you is something that I can do to show that I love you, than I will”

You swore you almost started crying right there. It was the smallest act of kindness that made you love Charlie so much. “Thank you.” You mumbled, as he stood up.

“Come on, we’re gonna be late for the movie.”

I honestly think he isn’t to big on pet names

The occasional ‘babe’ or ‘baby’, but ‘love’ would be his go to

He always makes sure to keep at least one extra plus his of his for you to have

NSFW

He is a switch, 100%

When he’s in a sub mood, he’d begs to please you

He’s a soft!dom though sometimes

He’s praise you a lot

"that's it, baby. so so good, my love, fuck."

Literally loves your boobs

Like so much

If your wearing a low cut top, he would not be paying attention at all, would just stare directly at you boobs

Lowkey a perv sometimes

There’s so many clip of him on stream just staring 👀

he LOVES eating you out fr

could eat you out for breakfast, lunch and dinner if you let him

he would much rather get you off than himself

It’s you first all the time with Charlie

#bethsvrse #fanfic #mcyt x you #mcyt x reader #charlie slimecicle #charlie slimecicle x reader #charlie slimecicle fanfic #charlie slimecicle x you #charlie slimecicle x y/n #fem reader #smut #smut headcanons #fluff headcanons

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imshymorph · 3 months

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Gather around everyone, here’s some soft!Gaz headcanons. Idk if it's a blorbo or me ranting and fangirling but i need to share the brain rot. another post today cause fuck it, i’ve been thinking about it for a while. also this was like a constant stream of thought and not proof read.

I truly don’t understand why this man gets ignored so much and I never will. He literally has everything you could ever want, saying he’s a ten doesn’t cut it. And yet I barely see people talking about him. (Except the gaz nation pookies, I see you).

This man absolutely bags the hottest significant other, doesn’t even know how. Don’t get me wrong, he 100% has rizz but he’s also just naturally attractive and inviting so i feel like by the time he starts to flirt on purpose it’s been two hours of pure smoothness. He’s also absolutely whipped but plays it off really smoothly.

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Not only does he bag the hottest and meanest pookie aka you, but he also absolutely knows he did. And he’ll let right about everyone else know. I do think he’s more private about his life than say Soap, so it’s not like he’ll stop a random recruit and tell him about you (which i truly believe Johnny would do). But he has absolutely followed Price around base while he tells him about the two weeks leave he took to be with you.

Poor Price on his desk, dealing with the paperwork that comes as a necessity after Ghost and Soap blew something up during a drill that didn’t involve explosives at all. Not only is he having to fill out like fifteen different forms and reports, but he has Gaz sitting across from him, scrolling through his gallery and showing pictures of the place he took you out to on your Friday dinner date. Not only that but if Price just pretends to look but doesn’t actually pay attention Kyle will know and insist until the captain actually looks at the slideshow.

He doesn’t hammer your dates' knowledge onto Soap and Ghost as much, but he’ll definitely do subtle flexes. He chest the time on his phone instead of his watch so they’ll see the picture of you he has as a background. If someone brings up a weekend plan he’ll say how he can’t because he’s already going out with his darling. Subtly will tell anyone that will listen how you got him his new shirt, pants, cap, whatever it is tbh.

He also knows every single product that you prefer, doesn’t matter what kind it is. Makeup, skincare, cologne, fabric softener, snacks, beverages, food places, clothing brands. He doesn’t care, he knows all of them by heart. It’s like he has a six sense too, every time you’re close to running out of them he’ll randomly stop in the store on his way back to you from base and get them.

While i headcanon that Johnny gets into skin care after his darling introduces him to it (which you can read here, if you want). I believe Kyle absolutely has his own routine and that he is the one who first brings up the idea of having a spa night once a week. He’s the one to get the products, he even goes all out and does them themed, like by scent or colour or something.

Has a bunch of hoodies in rotation (or any other clothing piece you might steal from him) always making sure to wear at least one of them for a few days before “forgetting” it at yours or “forgetting” to take it to base once you’ve moved in together. He knows how much you love wearing them and how important it is that it smells like him. So he dutifully makes sure you always have a fresh Kyle™ piece of clothing available. Also it absolutely works for him too because he takes back the one you’ve had with you meanwhile. The mix of your cologne, body wash and fabric softener his favourite scent for sure.

And last but not least of my Gaz is the perfect boyfriend agenda (for today) is the fact that i know he just gives the best back massages. You don’t even have to ask for it, he’ll just come to the living room, lightly pat your shoulder so you move forward. He fits himself between the couch and your back and just gives you the massage of your life. He just laughs it off when you tell him he could be a masseuse if he ever retires from the military.

It takes less than 5 minutes to have you absolutely melting, and when he’s pleased with how comfortable and relaxed you look he just pulls you back against his chest. His arms wrap around your waist and his chin rests on your shoulder as you sit between his legs, the both of you watching a random show he saw good ratings of.

#cod x reader #x reader #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw2 #kyle gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #kyle gaz x you #gaz x reader #gaz cod #gaz call of duty #gaz nation #soft!gaz

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sneaky-eel · 2 months

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Sense Ubisoft decided to give us jack shit on Desmond's mother I wanted to do my own little head-canon of her.

Desmond's mother is a cold, no-nonsense woman. A prodigy in her own right who was probably one of the options for the next mentor, but preferred field work. Her acts of love are through services and what is a better service to those she loves then ridding the world of templars. The longest she probably went without being out in the field was when Desmond was born and it isn't till he is 5 or 6 that she goes back out. Now she is working twice as hard. Not just for her fellow assassins, but now she has a son. A son who will be forced to do this same exact thing if she doesn't do something.

So she is around less and less. One day here, two days there. And maybe she thinks she is doing her family a favor. She deludes herself into thinking this will push Bill and Desmond closer together. Desmond will love Bill more because he is there and she is not. But it has the opposite effect. As he gets older Desmond starts to resent Bill. He can never be good enough. Never strong enough or fast enough. He is subjected to a constant stream of belittlement from his father. Bill works all the time and Desmond hates that he is forced to have dinners at an empty table all alone while Bill is in his office. So close but still too far.

But his mother? Oh his mother is his hero because all this time he has been building in his head the idea of what his mother is. An ideal mother. "Yeah she isn't here cause she is keeping us safe. Everyone says how great she is. The best of the best." He tells himself. Then as he gets older he starts to compare Bill to this idea of his mother. "If mom was here she'd be able to explain this better to me. She is really smart.", "When mom gets back I'm sure she can help me with this move. She's the best.", "Once mom gets here we can have dinner like a family, maybe we can cook together." on and on.

Finally, at 16, his mother is home for the first time for a longer than a day. Two whole weeks in fact. And he is so excited only for that reunion to be awkward and kind of cold. He doesn't get those meals together like he hoped. Training with her is worse than his father. With Bill he had learned when the man is actually paying attention and where, which allowed Desmond to slack in other areas, but with his mother she is always watching. She nitpicks every movement and doesn't seem to understand why he can't get something on the first try. She pushes Desmond well past exhaustion and makes him train even past that. Desmond's carefully crafted view of his mother is destroyed in just a few days leaving him empty and convinced that neither of his parents actually love him.

From Desmond's mother's point of view the reunion is "cold" because she doesn't know what to say to her son. She has been gone for so much of his life and the only things she really knows about him are through Bill. She knows he has potential, but he is "disinterested" and "never takes anything seriously" so in training she pushes him. She has been a field agent this whole time. She knows that a single misstep can mean death and Desmond is already 16. In a few more years they will send him on his first mission and she will be damned if she lets him die. Those missed meals together? She is with Bill in his office helping with his work and on occasion they will sit there with a bottle of scotch between them, talking about life before. Before he had to be mentor, when they had at least a little time to themselves. A little time for each other. She doesn't see what she is doing to Desmond.

When it's time for her to leave again she doesn't question Desmond's lack of smile or how he says he is going to go "train", she only thinks 'Good. He is going to start taking things more seriously.' She doesn't think anything is wrong when she gets off the plane and she drives to the safe-house. She doesn't know that Desmond has snuck out. Ran away from the home he believes never even cared about him. Nothing is wrong until Bill calls her and says the three words the shatters her world.

"Desmond is gone."

#assassin's creed #desmond miles #william miles #Desmond miles' mother #written post #can you tell I don't write often? <:D #headcanon #I think both her and Bill tried to show their love through preparing desmond #it just horrible backfired on them #Being a prodigy she never learned how to teach other “regular” people #the fact they never even gave her a name #damn it ubisoft #I want to learn to write so I can feed my own fanfic needs

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supercap2319 · 9 months

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Can you do an Archie Andrews x Male Reader where it’s a few years after the graduate and they share an apartment and for Valentine’s Day Archie takes him out to dinner at a fancy restaurant and then proposes to him? Thanks! I love your work!!

Y/N was in the living room with his socks peeking over the couch as he watched the Hallmark's list of romantic Valentine's Day movie marathon. He laughed at the cheesy plotline of each movie. It was always the same thing. Two strangers falling in love, or two enemies to lovers etc.

As Y/N laughed and threw popcorn at the TV screen as his roommate, Archie Andrews came into the room. After graduation from Riverdale highschool, they moved to New York together and got an apartment together. Archie was trying to make it with his music, and Y/N was an ace reporter for their local newspaper. He saw the mess on the floor and sighed.

"Dude, you're messing up my carpet." He chuckled.

"Dude, this is my carpet too. And you mess up our bathroom with your stinky socks and jockstraps. But you don't hear me complaining." Y/N smirks.

Archie grinned and looked at the TV. "Hallmark Rom-Coms? You've hit rock bottom."

"I feel like it too. Did you need something?"

"Yeah, I was thinking we should go out for Valentine's Day tonight and celebrate."

Y/N stopped mid-air of popcorn as he looked at Archie and laughed. "You're serious, Arch?"

"Very. So, you should start getting ready."

"But, but. We'll be giving into the cliche. It'll be packed. And I don't have anything to wear." Y/N said, trying to make reasons not to get his ass off this couch.

"I've got dinner reservations for 8:00. You've got an hour to get ready. Now, move your cute ass and get ready. I know you've got something in your closet." Archie winked and left the room.

An hour later they were both dressed in nice suits and ties as Archie took Y/N to a fancy restaurant. The ones you see in the movies. The ones only celebrities and their moms can afford.

Y/N looks around. "Arch? This is nice and all. It's very high-class, but it's too expensive. I can't let you pay for this."

Archie looks at him and gives him a sheepish smile. "Come on. We've been through a lot together. You've been there through my dad's passing. My parents' divorce. My indecise on Veronica and Betty. It's the least I can do."

"That's honorable, Arch, but I would have been happy with just burgers and shakes from Pop's."

"I miss those days. Sitting at Pop's diner for hours just you, me, Veronica, Betty, Jughead." Archie said as he blushed. "But there's another reason why I asked you here."

Y/N frowned. "What other reason would you have for bringing me here?"

Archie stood up. And looked around the room before he got down on one knee and pulled out a ring. "Y/N L/N…"

Y/N looks at him in shock as people turn to look at them. He's not going to propose, is he? "Archibald Andrew, what are you doing?"

"We've known each since we were kids. And you've always been my best friend. I have always loved you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?"

Y/N wasn't sure what to say. He was so shocked and happy at the same time. He couldn't believe how vulnerable Archie was right now. He was putting his heart in the line, and just confessed in front of this whole restaurant that he loved Y/N and wanted to spend the rest of his life with him.

He looks at him, tears streaming down his face as he nods. "Yes! Of course I'll marry you."

There was an eruption of cheer from the crowd of people listening and watching as Archie slipped his dad's wedding band on Y/N's fingers and kissed him.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #riverdale #archie comics #archie andrews #archie andrews x male reader #kj apa #kj apa x male reader #marriage proposal

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silverynight · 15 days

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Underworld

<--Previous

Part XVIII

He puts the flowers on his crown back on the field; they attach to the ground like they have never been away from it.

Izuku stares at them and then wonders about what happened in the Olympus; he's still not sure exactly why his flowers were blooming every time he danced with Katsuki.

What does it mean? Although his heart beats like crazy inside his chest and he feels all warm and fuzzy inside every time he thinks about it.

It's alright. He can figure it out another day; right now he has to go back to his mother and tell her he's completely fine.

His mom gives him a hug that lasts a couple of seconds and a kiss on the cheek before she starts making dinner for the both of them.

With a grin on his face, Izuku decides to tell her only part of what happened there (she doesn't need to know about Endeavor at all).

***

He's glad when he sees Uraraka the very next day; they hang out for a while and walk towards the stream where they met for the first time.

Despite how terrified and scared for her he was that day, Izuku remembers the day with a fond smile on his face, not only because he met her, but due to the fact that he visited the underworld for the first time.

He misses his friends from the underworld and Dynamight too, but he also misses the place; mortals have a very negative concept of the underworld, at least the majority of them. They think of it as a place for suffering and sadness, but it's nothing like that at all.

Sometimes the pomegranate in his room looks too tempting... even though part of him knows there'll be consequences if he takes a bite.

"Are you alright?" Fortunately, Uraraka's voice snaps him out of it.

"Yes! Uhh... sorry!"

"It's okay, you don't have to apologize... it's obvious that you were thinking about something else, but it's fine." Uraraka makes a dismissive gesture with her hand, although she still looks a little bit worried.

Feeling a little bit flustered still, Izuku decides to tell her about his time in the Olympus. There's a mixture of emotions on her face, but she listens patiently from the beginning to the end.

Then proceeds to curse Endeavor in such a way, it makes Izuku blush; she definitely knows a lot of unique and creative swear words that she knows exactly how to use.

"Your goth Dad should've kicked him out himself," Uraraka comments out of the sudden, making Izuku choke on air.

"My what?"

"I mean the god of strategy," Uraraka explains. "He obviously cares about you. All Might too."

Izuku shakes his head even though it pleases him to hear that... however, he knows they're not... they probably have more important things to do than to care about him.

"Now, about that flower crown," she continues, looking not that pleased this time. "Obviously I don't know a lot about your kind of powers or gods and demigods in general, but if they react to your emotions then I think you might have a crush on the underworld grumpy god."

As soon as she says it, Izuku's face turns into an interesting shade of red and his heart beats like it wants to get out of his chest.

However, he refuses to believe it. Katsuki and he are friends again; he'd probably ruin their friendship with his ridiculous feelings.

Besides... flowers blooming doesn't have to mean that exactly, maybe he just lost control of his abilities because he was busy dancing with Katsuki.

There's nothing else to it.

"I'm still team Todoroki, by the way."

Izuku blinks back at her in utter confusion.

"What? Team Todoroki? Shoto is my friend too!"

"That's not what I was trying to say, but it's fine."

She changes the subject and walks back to Izuku's house with him; she's good friends with his mom now and wants to pay her a visit too.

Inko convinces her to stay for lunch.

***

He doesn't have time to think about what Uraraka said (or maybe he doesn't want to) because Katsuki appears in the field a few days later.

Izuku doesn't notice, but his lips immediately quirk up into a huge smile and he rushes towards Katsuki like it's been months instead of days since they last saw each other.

"Kacchan!"

The god of the dead smiles back at him, although he looks a little bit flustered out of the sudden. He rubs the back of his neck with one hand as he makes appear something with the other.

"Here. For you," he mumbles as he hands Izuku a dark rose. "This is a flower that has grown in the underworld... it doesn't change and it'll never die."

Izuku understands nature, especially plants and flowers and he can feel the energy coming from that rose; it's older than most of the things around him.

He's absolutely fascinated and happy with his gift. He knows he doesn't have to use his abilities on that one to keep it fresh. The pomegranate is just the same...

"Thank you!" Izuku beams before jumping into Katsuki's arms. "I love it!"

When he takes a few steps back, he realizes that Katsuki's cheeks are slightly pink now.

"You're such a flower nerd," the god says, staring fondly at him.

They sit under the shadow of a tree and Izuku listens as Katsuki tells him how Kaminari, Kirishima and Ashido are doing now; he's seen Ashido a couple of times since he left the underworld, but it's nice to know a little bit more about the other two.

"How's my sweet Dynamight doing?" He asks then because he can't help it; he misses the hell hound terribly.

"He keeps whining because he wants you to come back," Katsuki admits as his cheeks turn even more red for some reason. "You have bewitched him and now he can't live without you."

He says the last bit as he stares into Izuku's eyes, the green haired demigod feels his face warm suddenly and his heart beats inside his chest in a way that would make him worry if he was completely mortal.

"Maybe I-I could pay him a visit someday," he mumbles, feeling flustered. Why is he so nervous? This is Katsuki... his friend.

"He'd love that."

The god of the underworld leans closer and takes Izuku's hand in his, prompting the demigod to blush even more.

"Hey, nerd. You're doing the thing with the flowers again..."

Izuku feels confused for a moment (he's not wearing a flower crown this time) but when he turns around he realizes that he made the flowers around them bloom without even noticing it.

Maybe Uraraka is right, he probably has feelings for Katsuki and that could be a huge problem because Izuku refuses to ruin their friendship.

He needs to do something about it.

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You can read part XIX, part XX, part XXI, part XXII, part XXIII and part XXIV on my Patreon already.

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#bnha #mha #my hero academia #bkdk #bakudeku #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya #shouto todoroki #tddk #tododeku

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t-nd-rfoot · 1 year

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one more bc i’m actually having so much fun thinking of these lol!

🍾 with hangman

HUNG(OVER)MAN aka After New Year's with Jake Headcanons

Even when Jake isn’t so good…he’s good.

Pairing Jake Seresin x reader

Theme Fluff

Warnings One mention of actual hangovers, I also just couldn’t think of another title

Word Count 570

Note This was headed in a completely different direction but seeing as it’s just after New Year’s, I thought this direction seemed a bit fitting! This was supposed to go up earlier (like right after NYE) but I had a not so great start to the new year so this took awhile to write and edit. Also, may or may not be loosely based on how I spend NYD 😬 I hope you enjoy it, love!!!

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On the rare occasion that Jake didn’t have work the day after a big event, the two of you would spend the day as quiet as possible

Every morning, the two of you would wake up absolutely exhausted despite oversleeping

But the drilled-in discipline from his military training will nag at him until he gets up so he’ll at least get up to brush his teeth

Then it’s straight back to bed for morning snuggles

(He’s also barely awake while brushing his teeth so he also just wants to lay down)

The next time he gets out of bed is when his stomach starts grumbling

And he’s making sure you’re getting out of bed with him, whether that means throwing you over his shoulder or carrying you bridal style

Neither of you bother to change out of your pajamas, by the way

(And that’s assuming you guys even had the energy to change before getting into bed)

If you didn’t, this would be the time you guys exchange your wrinkled formalwear for comfy sweats and tees

For breakfast (or brunch, rather) Jake is always quick to stop you before you can reach for the sugary cereal atop the fridge

“If I’m ever too lazy to cook breakfast for you, then feel free to throw me out along with the garbage”

It’s a simple plate of eggs and bacon to share, exactly the way you like it, with a mug of hot coffee

Then it’s off to the living room couch for some more cuddling while sharing your meal

The TV volume is set to low as you idly flip through the channels or check out what’s streaming

But neither of you are listening to it

Instead, the two of you talk about your plans for the new year: things you want to do, places you want to see, etc.

You guys could literally spend hours on that couch just doing nothing

Also thanks to the many throw pillows you bought because Jake secretly loves them

At some point, he’ll starts to get antsy so the two of you drive around town

Driving through for coffee

Checking out the new restaurant you plan to eat at soon

Passing the scenic route on the way home

Picking up some pizza for dinner on the way

“Easiest dinner cleanup ever,” you said as you suggested it

“You read my mind”

And it’s back to the couch and TV for dinner, though this time the two of you actually pay attention to the screen

Even though you guys spent the whole day barely doing anything, Jake is alert the moment you yawn

He’s turning off the TV and putting away the leftover pizza while you get ready for bed

“Don’t worry about the mess here, babe, I got this. You go ahead so you can rest”

You stay up long enough to wait for him to get in bed with you

Once he kisses you good night, the two of you fall right asleep, recharged for life to go back to normal

In his dreams, he’s replaying the day he just had, doing everything and nothing with you

Because as much as he loves to celebrate big, it’s the small moments with you that mean everything to him

Disclaimer I do not own Top Gun: Maverick or any of its characters. Please do not copy my work or translate without my permission.

#top gun maverick #top gun maverick fanfiction #tgm fic #jake hangman seresin #hangman seresin #hangman top gun #hangman fanfiction #hangman x reader #hangman imagine #hangman fic #jake seresin fanfiction #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin fic

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cheeeerie · 1 year

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I hate summer I wanna go back to school SO BAD.

Ninjago College AU.

COLE!

He’s a Performing Arts Major with a Geology Minor :)

He doesn’t have many classes with the others, but he has had a couple classes with Nya since their minors have some overlap

Roommates with Jay, suitemates with Zane and Kai

Constantly getting in trouble for breaking quiet hours because he keeps listening to abba at 3 am

His dad is a dance professor. Cole tries desperately not to take any of his dad’s classes but he had to for his major eventually, he spends the entire time pretending he doesn’t know his dad while Lou is like “EVERYONE LOOK HOW TALENTED MY SON IS!”

Gets the most out of his meal plan. He’s in the dining hall three times a day.

Part time barista. Pretty good one too, but he keeps sleeping late and getting fired

KAI!

Sports Management Major with a Primary Education Minor

He has to take a lot of business classes for his major and he HATES all his business major classmates

He has classes with Lloyd, since his minor is Lloyd’s major

Roommates with Zane, suitemates with Cole and Jay

Every time there’s a health and safety check he sends Zane to the door to stall while he hurriedly hides all his lighters and candles. Never gets in trouble with the RA because Zane is great at stalling.

Takes FOREVER in the shower, Jay is always pounding on the door cause he has to pee. Kai repays him by banging on the walls when Jay and Cole are being way to loud in the middle of the night.

He coaches kids karate part time, plus whatever odd jobs he can find, since he’s paying for all of this himself

JAY!

Electrical Engineering Major, Digital Arts Minor

Has classes with Nya cause they’re both in engineering, plus he shares a minor with Pixal so they have a ton of class overlap.

Roommates with Cole, Suitemates with Zane and Kai

Cole and Jay have their beds bunked so Cole has room to dance and Jay has room for his gaming set-up. Jay streams, and very often Cole will just be practicing choreography in the background.

He doesn’t have a job, but he still has all the best stuff cause his parents send frequent care packages. They make sure to include goodies for everyone else too, though :)

Gets in trouble for having contraband CONSTANTLY. Do you know how many times this man has almost burned the entire dorm hall down in an electrical fire??? At least four times. Plus he’s always loudly playing video games during quiet hours.

lives on instant noodles, which he makes in his hot pot, which he is definitely not supposed to have

ZANE!

Computer Science Major with a Philosophy Minor

Has classes with Jay and Pixal because of the computer stuff, plus some classes with Lloyd because their minors have a lot of overlap.

Roommates with Kai, suitemates with Jay and Cole.

He has a lot of cooking supplies that he isn’t supposed to have, but he’s very careful so he doesn’t get caught.

Makes THE BEST dorm food, has the gang over for dinner pretty frequently.

Makes dean’s list basically every semester, man writes a hell of a paper

Sleeps like a rock, so Jay and Cole being loud all the time doesn’t bother him. He doesn’t even notice Kai banging on the walls and telling them to shut up.

He and Kai don’t bunk their beds, they each have their own side of the room. Zane’s side is very organized and well decorated. Kai’s side is a trash fire. Zane doesn’t touch the trash fire he just gently nudges is to Kai’s side of the room.

Whenever Kai stays the night somewhere else Zane washes Kai’s sheets. That is the only time Kai’s sheets get washed.

He has an on-campus job in the library

LLOYD!

Secondary Education Major with a double Minor in Psychology (because he’s traumatized) and theology (because his grandpa is god)

He’s actually still 17, he graduated early because he hated high school and wanted to be with his friends who are all older than him

He lives off campus in an apartment with his dad and step-dad, but the commute isn’t far and he stays the night at Kai and Zane’s dorm a lot

He has a lot of classes with Kai since they’re both in education, plus his theology minor and Zane’s philosophy minor have a lot of overlap so they have classes together too

He’s such an over achiever, he’s in the library studying day and night

He wanted to get a job but his dad said no because he already works too hard in school

He’s group baby. He once convinced the gang to take him with them to a party but they all just ended up baby sitting him the whole time. They ran a full investigation on every drink he was handed and stood behind him like body guards every time someone talked to him

NYA!

Mechanical Engineering Major, Coastal Environmental Science Minor

Roommates with Pixal, I haven’t decided if they have suitemates/who it would be

Her and Pixal’s room is decorated PERFECTLY.

She has a lot of classes with Jay, plus some with Cole because of their minors are both natural sciences. Her and Pixal have a ton of classes together because they have the same major

She has a pet fish in her dorm named Nyad :) Kai thinks that name is stupid

“You can’t name your pet after yourself” “I didn’t name her after myself I named her after Nyad” “who you’re named after” “…listen here you little shit—”

The boys stay the night at Nya and Pixal’s all the time, sometimes even all five of them at once, but they never get in trouble. Nya thinks it’s because she’s so sneaky.

It’s actually because Pixal writes most of the RA’s papers.

Nya is on the school’s swim team, but she hates it. She’d quit if she could, but she’s there on a swim scholarship and she can’t afford to pay for school herself.

PIXAL!

Mechanical Engineering Major, Digital Arts Minor

Nya’s roommate

She’s constantly making things to make everyone’s lives just a little easier

She’s like the princess of the tech/engineering department, every professor wants her as a TA soooo bad, both because of who her father is AND because she’s insanely talented

She’s surprisingly artistic. Well, it’s a surprise to her, no one else is surprised, they just expect her to be good at everything at this point. Makes some very pretty things in the design classes she has to take for digital arts

She doesn’t need the money (her father is seriously filthy rich) but she works at a mechanic shop part time for fun. Whatever money she makes she uses to buy things for the rest of the gang

President’s list

Fuck I accidentally hit the poll button and it won’t let me get rid of it ummm uhhh

#ninjago #lego ninjago #pixal borg #cole brookstone #zane julien #jay walker #nya smith #lloyd garmadon #kai smith #this isn’t very interesting is it #oh well posting anyway #ninjago au

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a-tiny-frog-girl · 1 year

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To Help or To Hunt ch. 2

Warnings: Intentional fearplay, intense dehumanization (calling a person an it, controlling them, etc), blood/injury mention, implied vore mention (doesn't happen), fearplay with mal intent, hurt no comfort (yet)

Words: 1012

Summary: Wilbur takes his prize back to his room to see how far he can push the tiny.

"Welcome back, sir. Dinner is being served in the lounge. It's gold plated steak and caviar tonight." The doorman greeted Wilbur's employer with a hat tip.

Wilbur walked into the ship after him, unsurprised when the doorman pretended he was invisible. He followed his employer up to the lounge where a plate of tough and generally unwanted steak bits was shoved into his hands and then he was shooed away.

He walked to the worker's quarters, trying to ignore the shifting in his pocket. At least the tiny had enough sense to not alert anyone else by swearing so the other humans could hear. Wilbur just hoped the tiny wasn't soaking his favorite pair of jeans with blood.

The door was the only well made thing in Wilbur's quarters. It shut and locked with a satisfying click. Wilbur put his plate down on the three-legged table while he tried not to hit his head on the low ceiling. He threw his coat in the general direction of his bed and stared down at his angrily wiggling pocket. He poked the tiny form, only pissing it off more.

"LET ME OUT OF HERE YOU GIANT FUCKING BITCH!" The tiny yelled. Wilbur raised an eyebrow in amusement. He really didn't give up, did he?

Wilbur hooked his fingers around the tiny's waist and pulled him out of the pocket and set him on the table next to the steak. He probably would have put the tiny on another surface if any of them weren't covered in stuff, but it would also be kinda funny to see his reaction.

So far, though, the tiny seemed too focused on cussing him out to notice his surroundings. Good thing the lower decks of the ship were far too noisy for anyone to notice.

Besides, how could Wilbur resist a little more fun at the expense of this tiny?

Wilbur sat at the table and slammed his hands down on the table on either side of the boy. It worked exactly as planned, making the stream of curse words bubble to a halt. For a second, the surprise on the tiny's face cracked the facade and he could see right into its soul. It didn't last long, but it made Wilbur realize it was possible. A smirk made its way onto his face.

"I s-said–" The tiny started to stutter, but Wilbur talked over it, uninterested.

"Well, hello there, little rat. Looks like I've got myself an interesting opportunity! You know, I could probably get a few bucks if I turned you in. I've heard there's a taxidermist that'll pay top dollar on this trip even for a pathetic rodent like you." Wilbur tapped his chin, playing up deciding the tiny's fate. "I could probably make even more back home, too. What do you think? Want to spend a little more quality time with yours truly? It'll be entertaining, at least for me." He kept his eyes trained on the tiny below him with amusement in his eyes. It opened and closed its mouth like a goldfish a few times, looking like it was trying to decide if Wilbur actually wanted its opinion.

"Cat got your tongue, little rat?" Wilbur teased. He leaned over the tiny, easily casting it in shadow as he picked up a good sized piece of steak with his hands and tossed it into his mouth like a shark being given a treat. He saw the tiny's eyes look from him, looming above him, to the steak sitting not too far away, and back. He could see the gears turning, practically able to read the thoughts going through its head. Wilbur aided the process by chewing noisily, waiting for the realization of the other option he was silently putting on the table.

The tiny suddenly stumbled back, away from Wilbur. There's the realization, Wilbur thought as he let out a low chuckle.

"Good to see your brain still works after losing all that blood." Wilbur said casually, letting the tiny stumble a little farther away as he grabbed another bite of steak. It's not like there was anywhere it could go and he could pull it back any time he wanted.

"You want to fucking eat me?" The tiny finally said, disgust clear in its voice. "No. No way. Fuck off. In fact, while you're fucking off, why don't you leave me alone, big man?" It crossed its arms defiantly. Brave move, Wilbur noted.

"You're right about one thing, little rat." Wilbur let all the playfulness fall out of his voice, clear to the world, or at least the tiny on the table, that he was dead serious. "I am a big man. A far bigger man than you will ever be. You don't have a snowball's chance in Hell of defying me. So I'd suggest you sit down and shut. up." Wilbur stood to his full height, enunciating so that every word could not be denied. "Do you see where we are? This is my room. You're on my table. I own everything in this room including you. Your cut on your leg could look like a paper cut when I'm done with you. Do not fuck with me." Wilbur snarls with all of his pent up anger. It feels good to let it all out, to see the fear in this tiny's– his tiny's– eyes.

He waited for a response. Something bold to turn on it, a whimper to mock, anything. But it's frozen. Wilbur raises an eyebrow and readies a sarcastic comment, but before he can release it, there's a tiny thump as the tiny collapses to the table, unconscious. Wilbur huffed, frustrated that the tiny had cut his playtime short yet again. He supposed he should have worried more about the blood loss, but he just got caught up in the moment. He sighed as he realized he should probably fix the injury if he wanted the tiny to ever wake up. He was having fun, still, anyway. No use in throwing out a toy before it was used up.

#g/t #giant/tiny #froggy writes #thoth #thothau #to help or to hunt #tiny!tommy #giant!wilbur #g/t whump #g/t fearplay

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aurumacadicus · 2 years

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Anyway, so, it’s more ‘takes place in the Spirited Away world’ than ‘I have inserted Marvel characters into the Spirited Away story line.’

The Starks are a family of dragons who operate a bath house up against a mostly dormant volcano--they’re famous for their natural hot springs, where patrons can bathe, or they also pipe in fresh stream water for baths inside. For very important guests, they have been known to come out and breath fire directly onto the cast iron tubs as a form of entertainment. They’re not in direct competition with Yubaba, because they both cater to different needs (more dragons come to the Starks, more plant spirits to Yubaba), but they do gloat whenever they out-earn the other. Eventually, though, Maria decides she wants to travel, so she and Howard leave the bath house in Tony’s capable claws. Tony busies himself with making his mother parents proud and keeping the bath house’s profits up. His parents raised the perfect showman, after all.

Enter James, Probably. Tony had raised his eyebrow when James had introduced himself, even asked if he’d lost his name to Yubaba. “No,” James, Probably said, as if he had not answered Tony’s query of ‘what’s your name’ with ‘James...... probably.’ But, Tony wasn’t one to call someone a liar, and he had a personal vendetta against Yubaba and her name-stealing, so he would take any opportunity to gloat that his workers were thriving even after she’d stolen their identities from them. Some even remembered their names on their own, with the support the Stark bath house offered them. “I don’t want to work with the customers. I’m afraid I’ll scare them,” James, Probably says, clutching his shoulder where his arm is missing, and then, “Okay, I get it, quit tacking on the ‘probably’ at the end, asshole.”

James is mechanically inclined, and the boiler(s) they use to fill the tubs need maintenance, so Tony allows him to work on them. Normally it would be his job, but with his parents gone and the need to be a good host, he’d fallen behind on it. He finds it works out well for him--he’s free to entertain guests, and at the end of the day feels more relaxed knowing the boilers aren’t going to randomly explode, so he can tinker about with them while James covers the bulk of the work. It’s not a hardship. James is handsome, in a haunted sort of way, and has a wry sense of humor that shocks laughs out of Tony more than he’d like to admit. There’s a wall there, though. He can’t tell if it’s because of James’s faulty memory, his missing arm, or if that’s just how he is, so he carefully doesn’t do more than casually flirt. A little flirting seems okay, though.

Which is fine! Because Tony’s head-over-heels for a beautiful silvery-blue dragon named Steve. Steve seems oblivious to his flirting most of the time, but he doesn’t get mad about it, so Tony takes it as permission! Sometimes Steve even flirts back. Tony’s not sure if Steve means to, but he takes what he can get. Steve’s looking for someone, though, so he never stays long, passing through to take a moment to relax in a tub, accept Tony’s flirting with a somewhat-confused smile, and then leaving again after a decadent dinner ‘on the house.’ (Tony pays for it out of his own pocket, he’s not an idiot. A lovesick fool, but not an idiot.) He tells himself it’s enough, because this seems to be the place Steve always returns to, at least for a little while.

“Why don’t you just admit your feelings to him properly?” James asks when Tony wanders down to the boiler room with his customary ‘Steve’s gone again’ sighs. “You never struck me as the type to be a coward with your feelings.”

“He’s taken with someone else,” Tony answers simply, shrugging, and is too busy tinkering with one of the steam vents to notice James dropping his tongs in shock. “He never uses the words ‘love’ or 'romance,’ but he just doesn’t have time for me. But that’s okay. I’m too busy for a relationship,” he adds, although he has to admit it sounds like he’s trying to convince himself. The regulars tease him about how gone he is on Steve. He knows they wouldn’t mind him taking a moment for himself, or... or with a partner. Some of the older dragons even tease him about how they’re not getting any younger and they want to see him get married.

“Why... would you do that to yourself?” James asks, aghast.

Tony shrugs again. “No one ever wants me as much as I want them. I’m still young,” he adds in amusement. He doesn’t tell James he’s starting to feel the same for him. That would probably be too much. At least James has shown intent to stay. That’s enough for him. It always has been. “I have plenty of time. What’s an unrequited love or two?”

“Tony,” James chokes out, mortified, but Tony remains oblivious. He knows how his heart works. Someday, he’ll find someone who wants him back, and that’s fine.

So James starts spending more time with Tony. It starts out as a pity thing, mostly, knowing that Tony is in love with someone unattainable. But the more he gets to know Tony, the more he respects him--juggling being a good host, keeping the books himself because his species of dragon don’t trust their money with others, working in maintenance on the boilers until James came along, making sure his employees feel comfortable in their positions. He’s really an admirable man. Sometimes he’ll even join Tony after hours in the hot spring. Tony always talks soft and slow those nights, about his past and the interesting people he’s met. How the older dragons that come in treat him like their own family, and he basks in it because he misses his parents but only gets a message from them rarely. James doesn’t understand why Steve doesn’t love Tony back. For all of his bravado, he’s actually a very sensitive, sweet man.

“Oh no,” James says when he realizes he’s in love with Tony, and all his memories come rushing back--a fight with a hydra, his arm being torn off in one of the many gaping maws, shoving his claws into its chest and them both falling, falling, falling. Crawling out of the mud and stumbling to the nearest place. Asking Yubaba for a job. Giving away his name--but his name was James? Or, his given name was. That wasn’t what he was called by the people who loved him.

Bucky. Yubaba had stolen Bucky from him. He’d eventually become so destructive in his confusion, on top of healing from his devastating injury, that she’d sent him away without giving it back--she’d cursed him, he thinks, for becoming a liability to her business. She liked to sneak curses onto people, he remembered the other workers saying.

And Steve was looking for him. The reason Steve never returned Tony’s feelings was because he was looking for Bucky. Of course he’d cause a love triangle that actively hurt the man he’d fallen for, Bucky laughed into his pillow. It wasn’t a happy laugh. It wasn’t fair to Tony, was it? That he was in love with Steve, and Steve was in love with him, and Bucky loved him? Except Bucky was also starting to remember Steve, remember a shared home and cozy nest of blankets and intimate kisses pressed to shoulders over breakfast. He’d loved Steve, too.

“Oh no,” Bucky whispers again, and covers his face with his pillow to muffle whatever sound he makes--laughing in incredulity, or crying in dismay, maybe. He doesn’t know how he feels. Overwhelmed, mostly. Like a criminal.

“James is gone,” Pepper tells Tony gently the next morning. He’d left a note for her, because he was too ashamed to do it with Tony face-to-face. It said he was sorry, but not what for. She thinks she knows, at least partly. She thinks it would hurt Tony more to tell him about it.

“Oh,” Tony says, shoulders sagging. He finds that he isn’t really surprised. James had always seemed like the wandering type.

Maybe he would have been okay, if Steve hadn’t disappeared too.

Well, not disappeared. He hears the rumors; dragons are terrible gossips after all. Steve had found who he’d been looking for. He’d gone home. Taken whoever he was looking for with him to get reacquainted.

Tony thinks maybe it wouldn’t hurt so much, if at least one of them had said goodbye. But then, maybe he’d been presumptuous. Clearly he’d thought his friendships with them had been more important than... Well. He’s got guests to greet and food to oversee and boilers to tinker with. He just needs to stay busy. Keep moving. Go back to how he’d been before Steve and James had shown up at the bath house.

Maybe he should just give up on finding someone on his own and finally stop saying no whenever the older dragons joked about setting him up. His mother had been making noises about doing it herself when she got back if he hadn’t found anyone. Maybe it’s time to put his love life in someone else’s hands. It’s not as if he’s had any success himself.

But it’s something to worry about later. It’s fine. He has great friends who love him and regulars who adore him and employees who respect him. It’s fine.

“We have some guests that insist on seeing the proprietor,” Peter tells him one day. “They’re in the big tub. They seem important.”

“The big tub,” Tony murmurs, frowning. It must be true--the big tub is reserved for their more exclusive guests, because it takes so much water. They haven’t had anyone use it in the last six months but for once, by a stink spirit, and Tony had cleaned the tub himself. He hopes that it’s not another stink spirit. He’ll clean it again so his staff don’t have to, but he really doesn’t want to become known for the place where stink spirits are welcomed. Still, he’s been asked for specifically. It would be bad business not to go, not to mention impolite. He’s nothing if not diligent in work.

There’s an unfamiliar dragon in the tub. Tony can’t help the way his mouth falls open a little as he takes in its silvery scales, wondering if the red tinge is natural or from the heat of the water. As he gapes up at it, a storm-gray slits open, pupil focusing on him for a long few seconds before it closes again, and then the dragon heaves a long, slow sigh and relaxes further into the water.

“I... H-hello,” Tony stutters out, wondering if he should have stopped for some complimentary tea or something.

“Hello,” the dragon growls back, and then, “Steve.”

“Steve,” Tony repeats, bewildered. Then he feels a hand wrapping around his arm and turns, surprised, eyes widening when he finds himself looking up into Steve’s familiar face. “Steve!”

Steve pulls him in, and Tony barely has time to squeak before a hand on the back of his head is urging him up to meet Steve’s mouth. Steve’s kiss is demanding, and Tony finds himself sinking into his arms, too stunned to do anything except take what Steve offered.

Finally, though, he remembers the other dragon, and he shoves Steve away, cheeks burning with embarrassment when he sees the dragon had been watching them the entire time. “I... I-!”

“It’s okay, Tony,” Steve assures him. “Bucky told me everything.”

“Who told you what,” Tony squawks, and then the dragon is twisting, shifting, body shrinking until he’s someone Tony recognizes, and he squeaks again, pointing at him. “James?!”

“My name is Bucky,” Bucky tells him, and Tony howls in dismay, he’s done nothing to deserve this, Bucky????! isn’t a name.

Steve gives Bucky a stony stare. “I told you he wouldn’t like it. How is he supposed to introduce you to his parents?”

“With his mouth, what are they gonna do? Peggy said Maria wants grand-eggs and we can provide that for her,” Bucky replies, and Tony howls all over again because he is not going to be having eggs with a man named Bucky.

#ideas #stuckony #long post

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femmefatalevibe · 1 year

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Could you please give us some types for the initial stage of being alone because you have cut all of the toxic people around you?

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skzthoughts · 2 years

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freckles pt.2

summery: you and felix go an a date(and it gets a little spicy)

fluff and smut

warnings: smut, mentions of feeling unwell?

not proof read, sorry for any mistakes

pt.1 | my fav

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you didn’t know what went wrong this time. maybe you just didn’t drink enough water, or overworked yourself, or had some kind of problem you weren’t aware of. but as you came off the stage, you didn’t feel like yourself at all, the headache growing stronger and stronger. your legs were wobbly, and you felt as though you might fall down any minute. but you had to get to him.

you promised felix you’ll meet him after the stage for your first date. you couldn’t miss it, not when the two of you already chose a restaurant.

“yn, are you alright?” asked your manager, touching your shoulder lightly.

“i’m fine,” you mumbled, shaking off her hand as you moved toward the exist. it was bad enough that you were already late, thanks to the problems the staff had with arraigning the stage on time, now you were also feeling like you might die if your head won’t stop pounding. great.

you hoped into the first taxi you managed to catch, quickly hiding your face in a hoodie and a mask before the driver could recognize you. you told him the restaurant’s name, and he started driving in that direction. however, the both of you were soon stuck in traffic, and you realized that you’ll be at least an hour late. you picked up your phone to text felix, typing out the message. your phone died just as your pressed send, and all you were left to do is hope that felix will see your message.

you arrived at the restaurant almost two hour late. the positive effect of this was that the restaurant was empty, excluding one couple who seemed way too in love to notice someone else sitting at the other side of the restaurant. the negative effect of this was the expression on felix’s face.

his eyes were sad, filled with tears, his lips pouty. he kept staring at his watch, wondering if you’re gonna show up.

“i guess you didn’t get my text, then,” you said in an attempt to light his mood as you sat down across from him.

“what text?” he looked at you, confused.

“the one that said ‘i’m gonna be late’.” you took of your coat, turning back to him. “i’m sorry for making you wait so long,” you whisper.

“i’ve waited several years, what’s a couple more minutes?” a tear streamed down his cheek, and you wiped it with your thumb gently. “a lot.” felix nodded, swallowing his tears. you appreciated how he quickly became happy again, your beautiful sunshine.

“i think you’ll like this restaurant,” felix said, changing the subject. “it has a lot of your favorite dishes, and they have brownies,” he winked at you. “i wonder if they taste better than mine.” “nothing can beat your brownies,” you said confidently, looking through the menu. the two of you ordered, and luckily enough, the server had absolutely no idea who you were.

the food came in quickly, and you and felix spent the night talking, eating and laughing. it didn’t feel awkward. it felt as though you were having a casual dinner with your bestfriend.

but you wanted to feel more than that. you wanted to feel those butterflies everyone kept talking about. and when felix leaned in to wipe a bit of sauce left on your lips, you did. you heart fluttered when he smiled brightly with a mouthful of brownie, laughing.

“mine are better,” he said. you nodded, barely able to hold back your laugh.

“then let’s make some.” he stared at you, wide eyed. “right now?” “yeah. we can go to my place. or the dorms-” “your place,” he said, surprising you by giving you a quick peck on the lips. “i’ll go pay the bill,” and like that he was gone, your words of protest left unsaid.

felix looked happy on the ride home. “you know how to make brownies?” he asked, wondering if he needs to teach you.

“yeah,” you said. “i like baking, remember?”

felix scratched the back of his neck, cheeks rosy with embarrassment. “yeah, i just... i’m sorry.” “it’s ok,” you chuckled, grabbing the hand he wasn’t using to drive in both of your hands, giving him a small hand massage.

you stopped by the supermarket, felix filming a short video for stay without mentioning you even once. you pouted, locking eyes with him as you grabbed a bag of flour. “not even one mention of your girlfriend?” felix’s eyes widened as he took your hand in his, placing the flour you were holding in the basket of groceries. “you want to make our relationship official?”

you nodded. felix didn’t say anything, instead going to stand in the line to pay. the both of you started making the brownies as soon as you came through the door. felix started mixing all of the ingredients while you watched.

“let me do something!” you protested, giggling as felix shut you up with a kiss. “but our recipes are different! if we both try to make it at the same time it’s gonna be a mess and -” you grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him to you. you could feel his hot breath on your lips, his eyes fluttering shut.

and then your lips were on his. the kiss quickly deepened, becoming more and more intense. the two of you moved in unison, and you felt your back hit the bedroom door. felix opened it without breaking the kiss, and soon your back was against the bed, felix lying on top of you.

your fingers unbuttoned his shirt while he took yours off, sucking on the skin of your neck. his lips trailed soft kisses down your chest and stomach as you moaned, his hands working on taking your pants while he kissed your inner thigh.

a deep moan escaped you, felix finally licking and sucking on your clit. he slowly pumped two fingers in and out of you, stretching you out for him. his hand held your hips gently. he pulled away just before you came, leaving you a whining mess.

but soon enough he was hovering above you again, lips attached to yours, his tip at your entrance. he pushed in slowly, trying to be gentle with you.

your nails dug into his back. he thrusted into you, making you moan his name. his pretty groaned filled your ears as he kissed your neck. sucking and licking on the bruised skin.

his thrusts grew faster and sloppier, his arms holding you tightly as the both of you came, sweaty and panting.

felix dropped on top of you, tired, but slowly rolled off, lying next you instead.

“fuck,” you whispered. “that was... amazing.” felix nodded along to your words, still attempting to catch his breath. “so about the brownies-” you shook your head. “tomorrow?” you asked, almost pleading.

felix chuckled softly, pulling you into his war, embrace. you were both asleep within minutes, hugging each other tightly.

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an: so, if people will like this part, i’ll make a part three(that will be better and more satisfying than this i promise!). someone requested that this part will be spicy, so i tried my best, hope you like it!

#felix smut #Felix #lee felix #felix fluff #original female character #stray kids smut #stray kids fluff #friends to lovers #kpop fluff #kpop smut

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the-outsider-ig · 7 months

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Stress relief- darry Curtis

WARNING: smut and swearing.

This is so bad. lol sorry, yall, I've never written smut enjoy!

You were waiting for your boyfriend darry curtis to come home. You have been dating darry for 2 years, and it's been great, but since he works two jobs to pay bills and refuses your help since he doesn't want you to quote "waste your money" you have been cleaning and cooking at the house. It's the least you could do.

It had been around 11 p.m., when darry came home, you greeted him like usual, but he barely looked at or acknowledged you. "Darry honey, what's wrong?" Darry looked slightly annoyed by your question but answered you somewhat calm."I'm just tired, doll. I don't wanna talk about" you nodded at that and didn't say anything else since he looked stressed and tired.

An hour later, after dinner was served and you two were in your shared bedroom, you noticed darry was noticeably stressed well more than usual, and you were very curious so you finally asked him "did something happen today to make you more stressed?" Darry looked at you and sighed."Some socs yelled at me while I was fixin' there' roof today. They were saying that I was lousy and bad at my job, and the husband was a ditz and was trying to tell me how to my own damn job, " he said, looking damn hacked off. You nodded, understanding the situation, and then you got an idea.

"Hey darry, can I help relieve your anger and stress?" You asked seemingly innocent, yet you had no so innocent ideas in mind. "Um sure, doll," he said, a little confused. You get in front of him on your knees and decide to dirty talk a little. "darry, would you like it if i maybe took your dick into my mouth and gag on it? I'm choking on it till i can't breathe? Would you like that?" Darrys breath hitches in his throat at the thought of you choking on his dick while looking him with teary eyes. Seeing he's now fully hard, you lean to put your mouth to his ear to say huskily "but you have to give me full control baby"

he nods to you, and you get back on your knees and pull down his boxers, and his erect dick practically springs out into your hands. You immediately waste no time putting his dick in your mouth, closing your lips around it. He gasps at the feeling and closes his eyes. You knew he needed to cum but you wanted to tease him a bit so you gave his tip a few kitten licks he bucks his hips up in annoyance that you weren't giving him what he needed.

"Patience, baby, the teasing will be worth it," you wink and decide to only put half his dick in your mouth while using one hand to stroke the rest of his dick that isn't in your mouth. "Fuck baby" darry moaned out at the feeling you took your free hand to slowly massage his balls. You took your hand away from his balls and instead decided to take his dick out of your mouth. Darry looked at you confused, but then his face contorted into pleasure when you started jerking him off with two hands while occasionally giving his tip kitten licks. He soon started to get frustrated with this as he needed more. "Cmon doll, I need this so bad no more teasing"

You smirked, looking at him. "No fun, baby, but alright," you then take his whole dick into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down his shaft slurping and gagging on his dick his eyes roll back into his head and he thrusts his hips into your mouth. His dick hitting the back of your throat you feel tears streaming down your face as he grabs a fistful of your hair and starts face fucking you. "Fuck fuck fuck doll your mouths so good" he says, nearing his release. You keep gagging on it and bring one hand up to his balls to fondle them. His free hand gripping the sheets he chants your name like a prayer "yes yes yes I'm gonna cum darling" he says still bucking his hips into your face, face fucking you. His thrusts get sloppy and feel his dick twitch in your mouth and with one last thrust he cums in your mouth. You swallow it and you guys clean up afterwards

#foryou #the outsiders #the outsiders fanfiction #darry curtis #the outsiders smut #foryopage #fanfic

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yourflowersfirst · 27 days

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day 1,403

pages 117-124

my whole body was shaking, trembling, like an animal left to freeze outside. i couldn’t remember this last time i was this mad, this vehemently angry.

“i fucking hate this. i want them to pay for what they did to me,” my voice rose an octave every few words. “why? why me? why did i have to endure all that? that goddamn..?”

my on and off therapist of 8 years just looked at me sadly. “i wish i had an answer for you. i am so, so sorry. all i can help you do is get through this, the now."

the response was this: i picked up some of the throw pillows, amazon brand, off the couch, and i threw them angrily across the room. “i don’t want pity. i want… i don’t know what i want. jesus. shit. retribution.” i was shouting now. so loud i was sure the people in the other office buildings next door could hear the shake in my cadence.

i was angry, of course, but all the anger was directed at myself. how i could let this happen. i was still pillow soft and honey sweet, but do you know the violence it took for me to get that gentle?

my therapist got up and got me a cup of water. she brought it over to me, also putting the pillows back, a tentative gesture. it did nothing. the water spilled to the floor, tears streaming down my face. my voice was still loud, but shakier now. “i’m sorry. i’m so fucking sorry. tell me what to do to stop feeling this way, please, just tell me. i’ll do anything.”

she said nothing. she simply got paper towels to dab up my mess.

i walked out of her office in a sweaty panic, right after i coughed up my whopping $50 copay. shoutout to shitty american health insurance. i knew i was in no state to drive though, so i sat in my car, the midday sun warming every bone in my body, as i took deep shuddering breaths the way rashel instructed me to. in through my nose. hold for 10 seconds. slow exhale through my mouth. repeat. try to ignore the tears still making their way down my face. grip the steering wheel until my knuckles turn snow white. do not vomit. do not vomit.

the focused breathing helped a little bit. i sat in my car for… i don’t even know how long. 20 seconds or 20 minutes, it all felt like a haze. i eventually checked my phone: 13 messages i still hadn’t replied to. apple maps told me it was a 16 minute drive home, and i opted to drive home rather than text a bunch of people back. a conversation took too much effort and i really did not want to start crying again, or worse, get angry and lash out. i’d already done that enough in my life.

the drive back to my childhood home passed in a dissociative blur. i didn’t get into an accident, so- silver linings, i guess. once home, i replied to as many texts i could stomach, and i laid down. my anger from earlier finally cooled off, the hatred and need for justice coming down from a hot boil. a relief, truly, because when you get in such a state, you sometimes fear you will feel that way forever. time stretches on long, reality distorted. you start to feel as though everyone is out to hurt you and tear you apart, especially men. your skin will turn to steel, and one wrong look from someone, especially men, will make you spew out venom, strong enough to kill.

later that night, at dinner, once my parents were home- the conversation had stilled a bit. my sister was out with izzy and halee, so it was just me, mamascookies, and my dad. my mother had made butter noodles and pork chops, food i was picking at with my fork. i was still terrified of calories, of imaginary numbers.

“how are your summer classes going?” my mother prompted in between bites.

i shrugged, deciding to omit the fact that i’d dropped my session B summer classes. these actions would have consequences later. “good. i finished my essay. i hate excel, though.” at least that last bit wasn’t a lie on its own.

“it’s good to learn,” my father said, finally speaking to me for the first time in 2 days. “we need to go over your taxes soon, i’ll show you how to make a table for it.”

i groaned. “why do you hate me?” causing my mother to laugh a little, and my father to roll his eyes. i mimicked him, rolling mine as well. even though i knew my taxes were an issue i needed to address. i had no professional work scheduled and i’d owe close to $8,000 come april 15, meanwhile i had maybe $300 in savings. i hated myself.

once i sufficiently avoided most of my dinner (“you hardly ate!” “i’m not hungry- it’s my meds, plus i ate a snack earlier.”) i headed upstairs to watch succession and try to ignore my thoughts. still rattling around my brain like heavy rocks.

my days that summer were often boring, even if i had random outbursts of emotion, and mood swings so intense i’d get physically dizzy. staying in ohio for 2 months had definitely become like a prison to me, surrounded by memories that brought on flashbacks and night terrors whenever i tried to sleep. i’d wake up at 4 am, my dog concerned because i’d been screaming quietly, the total darkness of my room suffocating. i’d go downstairs to get water, try to settle my racing heart, and i’d often accidentally wake up my mother, ever a light sleeper. “what are you doing up?” she’d inevitably ask. “couldn’t sleep,” i’d always reply, my hands trembling, the nightmares still vivid and clear in my half awake brain. my mom would always sigh and tell me to just go to bed. despite it being 3 years ago, i still had bad dreams about kyle at least twice a week.

that night was no different. i don’t always have night terrors, especially when i’m living in arizona, but i felt haunted that week in particular. therapy was good for me, i knew, but i hadn’t gone to therapy since 2019. a lot happened in 4 years, a lot i didn’t want to unpack for this reason. healing often feels like reopening wounds and pouring salt into them. being aware of this did not help me, especially when i was awake at 4:27 in the morning, my bangs sticking to my forehead and nausea creeping its way through my nervous system. i wanted to take dramamine and hydroxyzine until i passed out, but i was out of both.

i eventually did fall back asleep after distracting myself with music. music helped more than people did anymore. i woke up the next day at around ten, a zombie, ready to start over. at least my sister seemed okay. she’d gotten in around midnight, also slept late, and had more plans with izzy and halee later that day. i tried very hard not to be jealous at all.

i’m probably not even a person. i'm a bug. ask anyone who has ever loved me, if they even exist. i never text, i never call, i hardly think about myself at all. i lay in a swamp of my misery, the water turned to sludge over my poor heart years ago, thick and impossible to remove. my exhaustion will consume me and i’m too tired of the truth.

sometimes i pray so hard for god to materialize at the foot of my bed that it starts to happen; then i beg it to stop, and it does. it scares me so bad that i think i’m going to die soon, the back and forth never ending, any human interaction i have is close to god damn meaningless.

it’s your privilege to find me incomprehensible and unwanted. i gave you a few minutes, you can keep them long after i’m gone. i’m full of suicides, of rotting corpses, of brittle skeleton, of huge pieces of flesh, infecting the remaining parts of me. maybe i am already dead and i don’t know it yet.

#day1403

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