#(Hey Whoa There's A Scenario rIGHT THERE)

[taichi-x-koushiro]

Just Koushiro Izumi Things

Concept, or, an A.U. I Haven't Written Yet: One day, Koushiro just isn't responding to any of the Chosen who try to get in touch - including the 02 Chosen, who were currently heading the group in the Adventure Chosen's various absences. They begin to panic a bit, because a Situation is happening, and they Can't Get In Touch With Koushiro, The Only One Who May Have A Semblance of Whats Even Going On (Technologically) Here. Taichi tries to get to the bottom of what's going on, by attempting to find out where Koushiro is, trying to get in touch more directly - but Koushiro isn't even answering Koushiro's personal cell number. It's only after Koushiro's left for a couple days - and after Taichi finally gets back in touch with the Izumi household (Mrs. Izumi had answered calls from Taichi before, so Mrs. Izuzmi knows Taichi enough) that they finally find out what's going on - Koushiro took a days+-long trip to visit the cemetary where Koushiro's biological relatives are buried. (Koushiro does this every year, after all. Notably for ohigan.) But now the Situation is getting out of hand - and Koushiro is somewhere with bad cell reception - so Taichi's the one who has to go help pick Koushiro back up (and FAST). There's just one other problem - Koushiro hasn't actually told the Chosen about BEING an Adoptee yet.

[chuluoyi]

࿐ ࿔ 🕰️ 「 11:07 P.M 」

divorce scare apology fic🤞🏻 yes people, in the spirit of april 1, it’s gojo who is having dreams :)) and i promise you it’s straight up comfort fic~

a part of gojo's love entries

you’ve known something is bugging satoru as he hasn’t been teasing the heck out of you for these past three days.

and you were proven true when tonight, on your marital bed, he said—

“so… i’ve been thinking…” he started, seemingly deep in thought, playing with your hair. “oh, more like it’s because of this one bad dream…”

“what are you on about?” you raised an eyebrow. okay, you knew something was up with him, but him being a bit skittish made you a bit worried.

“umm, yeah. so, the other day i had this dream about us in tokyo district court—”

“district court—?”

“—getting a divorce, yeah.”

your eyes rounded, and satoru could feel himself almost regretting his words seeing your stunned expression, so he added a band-aid—

“no, it was just a dream! i’m not divorcing you, okay?!”

however, your expression had soured, as you looked down, visibly heartbroken. alarmed, satoru immediately pulled you to his chest.

“oh, ooh— there, there,” he soothed you, stroking your hair. “sweets, no. never. okay? i’m just telling you, just like what you did the other day.”

you had a dream of him cheating on you once, but this was wholly different.

“you’re the worst,” you accused, and despite yourself, you felt an ache in your chest. “how could such thought even cross your mind— that you dream about it?”

“if i can pick my dream… i’ll pick the memory from our honeymoon— precisely when i ripped your black and pink lingerie off and made you scream my name, you know that.”

you huffed, burying your face in his chest. “hmph. explain.”

satoru smiled, finding you so incredibly precious. silly wifey.

he proceeded as he pat your back. “nothing really, i’m still bitter too! no way in hell! but then i started thinking… what would you do in 0.001% chance of us being divorced?”

you pulled away, growling. “…so there’s still a chance—!”

“noooo! that’s statistically impossible! aren’t we having a late night talk? we’re always talking about imaginary scenarios at night, aren’t we?!”

what was the point of this? it was only upsetting you with each second.

“how could you ask me that?” you glared at him resentfully. “if we’re divorced, then—” you grabbed his hand and placed it on your belly. “what about baby? do you not want to see him anymore?”

and in that moment it seemed like he just realized it too as he sheepishly scratched his head, mouth gaping. “ah—”

his response caused your hormones to stir, and combined by your disbelief, you spitefully threw his hand away and turned to your side, refusing to face him.

“if you dare to divorce me, i’ll move out japan at a moment’s notice,” you spat out, crossing your arms. “i won’t let you see my baby— and i’ll put a restraining order on you too, just so you see.”

“whoa, wait—”

“or i can also jump from yasohachi bridge and then become a curse—i’ll haunt you to your dying days!”

“—?! you can’t do that!”

“oh, i can also remarry! i’ll marry ichiji so fast and by the time the baby is born, your kid will have his name instead!”

“ichi— hey! that’s insulting! i would’ve forgiven if it was nanami, but ichiji?!”

“shut up! you’re— you’re annoying!”

in hindsight, this wasn’t something you should get this much worked up for. satoru was obviously just being his dense self and you knew it, but somehow the thought of him suddenly not by your side anymore hurt you— and perhaps your unstable hormones played a part too.

. . . but then his strong arms wrapped around you in that instant, enveloping you in his warm and reassuring embrace from behind. “hey… sweets, don’t be mad…”

“…”

“if you do, baby will also be—”

“you are making us mad.”

“okay, okay.” satoru sighed, his right palm reaching out to caress your five-month baby bump, and his voice was tinted with slight regret as he replied, “sorry…”

you melted a bit, but still gave him the cold shoulder, showing how cross you were that he brought it up in the first place.

and both of you stayed that way for a while, and you started to get sleepy, until you heard him muttering—

“still… whatever you do,” his voice sounded strained, and it made you awake again. “even when i’m not here… you can’t get yourself hurt, alright?”

“what does that mean?” you finally turned towards him, your eyes shone with slight panic. “what do you mean with you not being here?”

“nothing, sweetheart.” satoru grinned, pinching your cheek. “just saying—since i’m away often, don’t do anything reckless, you can get hurt.”

“don’t put it as if you’re going to go some place far away.” you didn’t know what you were spouting now, but you were tired and just didn’t want to pursue this conversation any longer.

you bit your lip, not looking at him. “or… i’ll get sad.”

seeing you so vulnerable and open like this made satoru realize that as much as he needed you to stay sane, you also needed him. the clarity stirred something within him, causing warmth to rapidly spread in his chest.

and he felt soft. so soft for you. and he adored you, more than anyone else in this wretched world.

“aw, look at my baby girl.” your husband cradled you close to him with a wide grin, patting you soothingly, his heart fluttering. “how can i leave you be a single mother? i’m here, yeah? always.”

and you believed him. otherwise, you were willing to risk it all just to get him home, by your side.

you smushed your face into his chest, ignoring your burning face. “hmph, being a single mother isn’t that bad. i can still drain your wealth.”

“huh?! wait, you just said you’ll be sad without me!”

and you thought, being in his embrace is the most comforting place of all.

epilogue

“by the way, i just realized…” satoru fixed his frown on you accusingly in the next morning. “how is your taste in men so bad? why ichiji as your first pick?”

“uh,” you were at a loss of words, totally not expecting this discussion on a brand new morning. “because… he’s kind? he’s easiest to sway—”

“so you’re saying… you can seduce him easily?!”

“…sort of? but you’re right, i should go for nanami. he’s way good-looking. or his apprentice… what’s his name again? ino takuma—”

“nanami? ino?! wait a minute…! y-you’re my wife… but you’re also thinking about which man is easier to seduce and which is more attractive?!”

“uh— you’re the one asking first!”

“still! so you do think about them! about weaker, lesser men who are not me!”

“nanami is not—!”

“hoh?! so it’s nanami, huh!?”

“don’t you dare to start anything, gojo satoru,” you hissed. “you said my taste in men is bad. so that includes you too.”

“wha?!”

[justkending]

Pink or Violet? (Part two of "It's just a papercut..." Drabble)

(All gifs are from Pinterest)

(Part two of "It's just a papercut..." Drabble)

Pairing: Grumpy Bucky x Avenger Reader (Enemies to lovers)

Word Count: 2600+

A/N: Well, wow-ie wow, wow... Y'all blew up the last little drabble connected to this one, so I had to grant myself some writing time today to come up with a follow-up drabble. This one is a lot more lighthearted and a good 5-8 months in the future (your choice, really). Thank you, guys, for all the love on the last one, and I hope this one is a nice extension of it ;)

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“Have you ever considered going brunette? Whoa!” I sense the knife before I see it and manage to expertly dodge it with a laugh. “Hey, my teammate said I’m not allowed to get stabbed anymore, big guy,” I note, turning in my spot, kicking the man in the nuts, and as he folds over in pain, I hold his head perfectly to knee him in the face, hearing a satisfying crunch, causing him to land with a thump by my side. “Rude to interrupt conversations, too, dude.” 

Currently, we were in the middle of a stakeout… Or what started as a stakeout and now is a full-on brawl. 

Nat and I were rudely interrupted in our conversation about disguises we wanted to try, when an explosion in the facility we were monitoring took over the west wing. 

“I’ve done a wig,” Nat answers as she jumps, doing one of her classic moves where she’s sat on the shoulders of her assaulter, choking him out with her thighs before flinging her body to where she’s standing again casually and the man is incapacitated passed out on the floor. “Not that I didn’t find it flattering, but it’s harder to dye back with such a dark color.” She shrugs as she moves on to her next victim. 

I bend grabbing the knife from the man I just took down and flip it a few times in my hand. “Makes sense.” I nod with a convinced look. “On your right,” I hum, and she ducks while I throw the knife perfectly to where it lodges itself in the thigh of her attacker. 

A blood-curdling scream sounds at his pain, and I pout at him in fake sympathy as Nat shoots her widow bite as he falls, making him shake in shock before passing out. 

“What about you?” she asks with a breath, brushing her hair out of her face. “Ever considered a neon green?” 

“What? No. Am I trying to get caught in this undercover scenario?” I reload my gun before holstering it, and we start jogging to our next spot. 

“I just think it’d be fun to venture away from the neutral tones for once. Maybe there would be a mission where you did need to be found and-” Nat’s cut off by coms in our ears. 

“Ladies, enough salon talk,” Tony’s voice comes through. “We have a situation on the northeast corridor where we could really use your help!” 

“We’re coming!” Nat groaned. “God. Micromanager is in full force today.” 

“Besides, Y/N’s skin complexion wouldn’t work with a neon green. Maybe a pink, though…” Tony continues before his coms cut out, and he’s back to shooting things from the sky.

“Oh, pink would be really good with your skin tone,” Nat seconds as we turn a corner. 

“No one is dying their hair pink! I could use some backup!” Bucky’s shouts come from the comms next.

“Where’s Steve?” Nat asks, pausing at a fork in the halls and signaling for me to follow. 

“Caught up at the moment,” Steve’s grunts came through my earpiece. 

“Almost there, Barnes!” I note as we come to the hall where he’s supposedly located. “And I’ll have you know, if I want to dye my hair pink, I’ll damn well dye my hair pink!” 

“Guns, Y/N,” Bucky groans. “I have guns going off around me and at me. I’m not worried about a fake scenario right now. I’m worried about a really real one that’s-” He’s cut off and grunts a few times. “Please just-” 

The two men he was up against fall slack to the ground, and he’s left panting with relief as he turns back to me, standing at the end of the hall with my gun lowering back to my side. 

“Please, what? I like it when you use your manners,” I smirk as I walk up proudly to him. 

“You need to be humbled a touch,” he notes, shaking his head as he checks his weapons and reloads them while I walk to stand by him. 

I roll my eyes before assessing our surroundings as he gears up. “You’re just jealous because the girls have more fun with undercover makeovers. You want a pink wig too?” I tease, poking his shoulder. 

He playfully shoves my own and makes me teeter some as I laugh. 

“I got the information!” Steve’s shout comes through the comms. “We can wrap this up.” 

“Thank God,” I groan, adjusting my holster on my hip. “I have dinner plans.” 

“Sorry to interrupt your schedule,” Tony snarks. 

“It’s ok. You can compensate by paying for my meal,” I say back, pushing the button in my ear to keep it in place. “Speaking of compensation…” 

“Y/N, I swear if you say you stole my credit card information again,” Tony groans. 

“What, me? No… I would nev-” 

“Shut it. I don’t even have the energy to fight you.” 

I turn to Bucky and wink, and he’s biting back a laugh with a wide smile. 

“You’re a mess, you know that?” he says lowly, the comms not picking up on us. 

“You like it,” I shrug and start moving down the corridor, where Nat’s waving us on to follow. 

“That I do,” he hums, following behind me and playfully kicking my ass with the tip of his boot. “Now, these dinner plans…” 

“Interested?” 

“More than you know…” 

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Back at the compound, freshly out of the shower, I hear a knock on my door. “Just got out of the shower, but the doors unlocked!” I shout. 

“Dinner’s arrived!” Bucky shouts, shutting the door behind him carefully. 

“Thank God. I’m starving,” I grumble, throwing my sweatshirt over my head after getting dressed. “I’ll send Tony a thank you card later for covering tonight's meal,” I hum, drying my hair with a towel as I come into the room. 

The greased takeout bag smells fresh of hole-in-the-wall dinner food, making my mouth water. I grin as Bucky places it on the coffee table in front of my couch and starts arranging the containers for us to splurge. 

“No, you won’t,” Bucky responds to my thank you card comment. 

“No, I won’t,” I agree, jumping over the back of the couch and bouncing into the seat next to him. “Hmm, you smell nice.” I’ve come to learn, and so has Bucky, that his body wash might as well be my kryptonite. 

“I can say the same for-,” he bumps me with his elbow before his eyes narrow on my exposed shoulder, and without a second thought, he grabs my arms and moves my body to face him. “What’s that?” 

“What’s what?” I ask, looking down at the spot he’s glaring at as best as I can. 

“You got a cut,” he points out, hovering his fingers around the area and moving my sweatshirt out of the way. 

Damn, I knew I shouldn’t have cut the neckline to half my sweatshirt after that stupid TikTok trend I saw the kids doing… Or at least worn one that wasn’t butchered tonight.

“Buck, it’s literally a scratch. And I’m genuinely not downplaying it at all,” I note, grabbing his wrist and trying to move his hands away, but they have an iron grip on me. 

Or should I say, vibranium grip on me?! Haha! Get it?.. No? Ok, moving on…

But seriously. The cut was just that. A cut. It wasn’t anything like the night we talked things out months and months ago. That one had become slightly scarred, whereas this one will be scabed over in the morning and likely be gone in 2-3 days. I might as well have gotten into it with a cat who was pissed when he figured out he’d been put on a diet. 

“A cut’s a cut,” Bucky argues, looking up at me. “Did you clean it?” 

“Yes, I cleaned it in the shower with the rest of my body. I disinfected it, and it has that balm on it. And before you ask,” I say just as he opens his mouth. “Yes, it’s that special medical cream you had Banner make for me. I’m set.” 

Bucky had become a little more intense when it came to my injuries since about three missions ago, I had moved at the perfect time to redirect a knife headed right at him, but it sliced my palm in the redirection, and much to my misfortune, it was laced with something. 

To add to the list of medications he’s had Banner concoct specifically for my clumsy self (which were in the double digits at this point), I now have a poison control cream that counteracts most toxins and keeps me from saying hello to Heaven sooner than I hope. 

“You don’t feel weird or anything?” His eyes are scanning mine and my face for any lies or other injuries I haven’t told him about, and I’ve come to learn if it makes him feel better to double-check up to 20x before being satisfied, I’ll allow it. 

“I’m right as rain,” I nod, smiling at him softly, squeezing my grip on his wrist in reassurance. “The only thing I’m feeling is hungry and tired. So, what movie are we watching that I’ll inevitably fall asleep on you during?” 

He hesitates for a moment and then nods, dropping his hands and going back to the food. 

“I was thinking Tombstone,” he answers, grabbing one of the to-go containers with fries and a burger and handing it to me. 

“Another Western? What’s got you on the cowboy kick?” I ask, taking it and popping it open, instantly assaulted by the smell of freshly seasoned fries. 

“You keep nicknaming me cowboy, so I figured I should have a little background knowledge of the profession,” he winks at me over his shoulders as he gets his own food together. 

“Oh, yeah? You like the nickname?” I ask, nudging him with my knee. 

“When it comes from you? Yeah. Sam? No. Without hesitation, I will start adding laxatives to his protein shakes if he keeps it up.” 

I laugh at their friendship, and we start up the movie, diving into our much-deserved greasy meal. 

_____________

The next day, Steve, Bucky, Sam, and Wanda are lounging on the living room couch, all doing their own thing. Wanda and Sam are watching Sex in the City. Steve was reading a book called The Secret War of Laos, and Bucky was on his computer, fully engrossed in whatever was on the screen.

Nat clears her throat, and I stand next to her in a baseball cap with my hair completely hidden underneath. Everyone looks up, and instantly, Bucky’s eyes fall on me. He smiles for a split second before it drops, and he furrows his eyebrows at my appearance. 

“We have an announcement,” Nat smiles mischievously. 

“Oh God…” Bucky rubs his temples and looks down in his lap in seconds. 

“You don’t even know what we’re going to say,” I argue, not able to hold back my laugh. 

“I can use context clues,” he grumbles before looking up, his eyes squinted as if he had a bad headache forming, and it was already making his eyesight worse. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Nat waves him off as Sam and Wanda chuckle, and Steve looks oblivious to what is happening. “Anyway. Y/N and I made a bet and, well… Y/N lost.” 

“Surprisingly, not mad about it,” I shrug, arms crossed over my chest.

“Of course, you’re not…” Bucky mumbles, shutting his computer and putting it to the side.

“What did I miss exactly? Because everyone seems to know what’s happening…” Steve asks, confused, taking in everyone’s reactions. 

“Come on. Let’s see it.” He interlaces his hands and rests them in his lap as he watches me. 

I smile at Nat, who’s also grinning wide, and move to take the ballcap off.

“Awesome,” Sam is the first to say something, and Wanda claps and gushes. 

“Oh wow, that’s so cute!” She smiles widely. 

“Whoa. That’s…” Steve turns his head to the side.

“Pink,” Bucky finishes for him. His eyebrows raise in what looks like surprise as he takes in my new hair. 

“Do you like it?” Nat asks the group, and there’s a mix of reactions as they talk over each other. 

I laugh with them for a little before walking over to Bucky’s side of the couch. Plopping down next to him, the crew talks about their own personal transformations they’d like to take and quickly forget about us in the corner. 

“Thoughts?” I ask, smirking up at Bucky as I sit almost wholly tucked into his side. His arm comes around my shoulders, resting there as he looks at me from the side. 

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it,” he chuckles once, taking it in up close now. 

“Eh, I thought a change-up would be fun. Change. Is. Good,” I shrug, poking his chest with each word. 

He moves to touch my hair, and as soon as his fingers touch it, his face contorts into an investigative look. 

“What?” I ask, biting my lip as he’s already catching on to my ploy. 

“This isn’t,” he rubs a piece of hair in between his fingers, studying the texture. The crease in between his eyebrows drops instantly, and he deadpans to me. “It’s a wi-” 

“Shhh!” I hush him, almost jumping in his lap as I cover my hand over his lips. He freezes, eyes wide, and his hand instinctively goes to my hip to balance me. “Let me live this fantasy a little longer,” I smile, holding back a giggle. 

“This is a fantasy of yours?” He asked behind my hands, words muttered and raising an eyebrow.

“Maybe fantasy isn’t the right word-” 

“Because it’s starting to turn into one for me,” he cuts in, and I can feel his smirk in the palm of my hand. 

I slowly drop it, astonished at his confession. “I’m sorry. Did I hear that right?” I ask, peering at our friends who are now arguing with Sam about growing an afro, which he is all for, apparently. 

Instead of answering, he licks his lips as he brings his hands to the wig and plays with strands of it.

“Maybe not the pink, but… How’d you feel about a violet?” he asked, eyes slowly rising to mine. 

“Oh. My. God…” I say lowly, sinking back in my seat, pressed to his side. “Did we just discover a new kink of yours?” 

“I fear we may have…” His voice was low and made a shiver go down my back. 

“I hold no fear at all,” I smirked back at him, looking him up and down. “All I feel about that statement is excitement…” 

“Where exactly did you get this? Because it looks pretty realistic…” His fingers still play with the wig, which, thanks to Nat, is a higher-end one. How he caught on to it being a wig is impressive. 

“Doesn’t matter,” I shrug. “What matters is I happen to know they carry all the colors…” I smirk. 

“Interesting.” 

“Interesting indeed.” 

He starts to stand up, and I’m confused by the action until he turns and offers me a hand up, and once I’m standing, he leans down to whisper in my ear, my hand still in his.

“We can keep this one for now. I have a few ideas still.” 

I look up at him, pleasant surprise on my face. “You know how I said change is good?” He nods with a smirk, his hand squeezing mine in response. “This,” I motion between us. “This is a change I’m glad happened.” 

“Same here,” he winked, pulling my arm to I’m be flushed with him, and he wrapped an arm around my shoulder, escorting me out of the room.

“Where are they going?” Nat asks, confused at our sudden leave. 

Everyone turns to see the tail end of us leaving, and Wanda laughs after a second and quickly covers her mouth. “God, pray for her,” she says under her breath, and Nat gives her a look. She tries to play it off by coughing and shaking her head. “Sorry, something in my throat.”

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[cosmicdahlias]

Please Don’t Say You Love Me

a stan x reader fic

MINORS DNI

You think it’s another day working with your boyfriend, Ford Pines. When you show up at his door it’s not him who answers it, but his brother. He tells you Ford has been sucked through the portal. You both agree to do everything you can to bring him home. After a month of long, hard work you two decide to treat yourselves with a bottle of whiskey and one thing leads to another.

warnings: ANGST, cheating, drunk sex

raaaaaaah finally wrote my first stan fic!!! i couldn’t help myself and turned it into an angsty mess. idk something about him makes me want to just put him in the most heart wrenching scenarios. the title for this one is based off of a line from one of my favorite mitski songs

You pulled your car up to the snow covered cabin. You were looking forward to another day of working with your boyfriend and research partner, especially since he had decided to dismantle the portal and put Bill behind him. You never let on, but Bill scared you, the way he used the love of your life like a puppet.

You approached the door and gave it a knock, as it opened you started removing your coat, not looking at the man in the doorway.

“Hey, honey. You know, I’m so glad you decided to finally put this portal and Bill stuff in the past. I was really starting to-“

You looked up and froze. The man before you wasn’t Ford. He looked just like him, save for his rough appearance and mullet, but he wasn’t your Ford.

You jumped back. “WHO ARE YOU? WHERE’S FORD?”

“Whoa whoa whoa, who are YOU?” He spoke in a gruff voice.

“I happen to be his partner.”

An unmistakable look of guilt spread across his face. “Oh… come in, we have a lot to talk about.”

-

“So, he’s gone?” You said, choking back tears.

The man had explained everything that had transpired, that he was his twin brother, the fight, Ford being sucked into the portal.

He looked at the floor, afraid to look at you. “Yeah.“

He shifted his gaze to you, a sudden look of hope in his eyes. “But hey, maybe it’s a good thing you’re here! You can help fix it, bring him back!”

You didn’t give it a second thought. “Y- yes of course!”

You both descended the staircase to the portal. It didn’t take a long look to know it was critically damaged. You walked closer to it, placing your hand on the cold metal.

“I don’t know Stanley, the damage is pretty severe.”

“You can fix it, right?”

You sighed. “Yes, but it’ll take time.”

“Well then what are we waiting for? Let’s get started.”

You knew you had a long road ahead of you, but you would do anything to get Ford back.

-

A month had passed with you two working diligently on the portal. Tonight you decided to reward yourselves for your hard work with several drinks. A snow storm raged outside as you both sat on the couch in Ford’s room, sufficiently intoxicated. You two shared life stories and jokes, laughing. There was a lull in the conversation, he watched you as you took another sip of your drink. He tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, then he blurted it out.

“I was thinking, it’s pretty obvious we both like each other, so… what if we made it official?”

You turned to him. “Stanley, no. I- we can’t.“

“Why not? Look, from the moment I met you I felt something. The more I got to know you the harder I fell for you, and I know you feel the same way. I know I’m not Ford, but I promise I’ll treat you right.”

“And what if he comes back? What then?”

He took your hand in his. “We don’t have to think about that right now, like you said, it could be years before the portal’s working again. All I know is I lov-“

“Don’t- don’t you dare. Don’t say you love me.”

Tears started to fall, he held your cheek in his hand and wiped them away with his thumb.

He pressed his forehead to yours. “You don’t have to love me, but… just stay with me, please.”

His eyes looked directly into yours and you swore you saw a glimpse of Ford in them. He pulled back, looking away.

“My whole life I’ve been nothing. I’m not anyone’s first choice, nobody ever chooses me. Everything I ever do goes wrong, but when I’m with you it all feels okay- you make me feel okay. I know I’m just a screwup but-”

Tears welled in his eyes, you put a hand on his lap.

“You’re not a screwup to me, Stanley.”

He looked into your eyes again, cupped your cheek and kissed you deeply. You didn’t stop him.

He pulled away. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-“

You kissed him back. “No, it’s okay.”

That was all he needed to hear. He pulled you onto his lap and started kissing you aggressively, the taste of whiskey on his breath. His hands traveled up and down your body, you laced your fingers in his shaggy locks. You began grinding yourself against him, he bucked his hips.

“Are you sure you want this- want me?” He said breathlessly between kisses.

You nodded.

He started to remove your top while kissing your neck, following with your bra. He looked at your chest longingly.

“God, your tits are incredible.”

You stifled a giggle, he was so much more crass than his brother, Ford always referred to them as “breasts”. He took your nipple in his mouth, nibbling it with his teeth, you moaned. He pulled your pants off, letting them drop to the floor. He looked down at your panties and gave a gravelly laugh.

“Damn, matching underwear? It’s almost like you planned this or something. Is that why you got me drunk?” He said with a cocky smirk.

He hooked his thumbs under your waistband and slid them down your legs. He couldn’t resist slipping a finger between your thighs.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. You really want me that bad, huh?”

You moved your fingers to the hem of his t-shirt.

“Can I?” You asked.

“Babydoll, you can do anything to me.”

You pulled his shirt off of him and looked down at his torso, he was chubby and you liked it. You sank to the floor and started removing his pants, unzipping them with your teeth. He laughed again.

“Jesus, I didn’t know you nerds could get freaky like that.”

“I think you’ll find I have many surprises, Stanley.”

You pulled off his boxers, revealing his cock. The length was impressive, the girth intimidating. It was almost identical to Ford’s, but Stanley’s was far thicker.

You moved yourself back on top of him and slowly lowered yourself onto the length of his shaft, taking him inside you, your pussy struggling to accommodate his massive girth, he throbbed hard.

“God- fuck, you’re crazy tight. No one’s ever squeezed my dick like this before.”

“And I’ve never been with someone with a cock as thick as yours.”

“Yeah? How’s it feel?”

“Incredible, but it kinda hurts.”

“Here, I think I know something that’ll help.”

He slipped a hand down between your thighs and rubbed your clit, you moaned into his neck.

“Better?”

“Infinitely.”

You moved your hips at a steady rhythm, letting his cock fully slide in and out of you.

The words started to spill out of him. “Nngh- ever since I met you you’re all I think about, I wanted you so bad. I- I would watch you whenever you worked on the portal. God, you looked so cute when you were really- ah, fuck- focused on something, the way you’d tie your hair up so it doesn’t get in the way. It’s so bad, but I would jerk off just thinking about you.”

“I’ve thought about you too, I tried to push it down, but tonight I secretly hoped a few drinks would lead to something.”

You picked up your pace, he let out groan, working your clit harder. You started to pulse around his cock.

“Mmm, close already? That’s it, cum on me.”

“Nngh, Stanley.”

Your orgasm steadily built until you couldn’t take it anymore and it felt like a tightly wound coil snapped within you. As you came you threw your head back with a moan, tightening around him.

“Holy shit, sweetheart. I thought you were tight before.”

You were so high off your orgasm that you said it without thinking. “You feel so good, daddy.”

He blushed hard and throbbed inside you.

“Fuck, that’s so hot, no one’s ever called me that before.”

He gripped your hips and thrusted up into you.

“I’m gonna fucking cum. Where do you want it, babygirl?”

“Mmf- inside me.”

“God, you’re so perfect. No one ever lets me do that.”

He tightened his hold on your hips, panting and digging his nails into your soft flesh.

“Fuck, I’m so close. You feel so fucking good.”

He pumped hard and fast, his breathing increased. He tilted his head back and moaned loudly, cumming deep inside you, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“Oh god, y/n!”

He wrapped his arms tightly around you, not wanting to ever let you go. He wished this could last forever, just him and you.

“I love you y/n, so mu-“

You silenced him with a kiss, you couldn’t hear it, not again. You loved him too, you truly did, but you couldn’t tell him, you didn’t want to give him false hope.

He pulled out and you both laid down on the couch, he held you in his arms, spooning you. His breathing began to relax, turning to gentle snores. You slowly wriggled out of his arms, dressed yourself and crept out of the cabin, knowing you could never see him again. You sobbed the whole drive home.

When morning came he would sleepily reach out to pull you closer, only to find that you had gone. He tried calling you repeatedly, but you couldn’t bring yourself to answer. In the following days you would pack up all of your belongings and leave the town of Gravity Falls for good, never to return. You knew you were leaving Stanley solely responsible for fixing the portal, dooming Ford for god knows how long, maybe forever. You knew full well you couldn’t face him, not after what you’d done.

The guilt ate you alive every day for the rest of your life.

[sazzynatural]

Pairing: BuckTommy Prompt: Tommy asks Buck to move in. <3 <3 <3 <3

OH THIS WILL BE FUN. I have so many scenarios inside my head regarding that, so here goes one of them!

Warning for terrible dialogue. I just don't know how to make it sound flowy and natural 🥲

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It comes up unexpected and unprompted on a regular Tuesday morning when Buck is spitting out the toothpaste out of his mouth into Tommy's bathroom sink with Tommy mimicking him right after.

He hands Tommy his pack of floss threader next and he doesn't catch Tommy's smile of amusement until he's wiped his mouth clean from any toothpaste remains.

"What's so funny?" He sees Tommy's eyes glinting playfully with a hint of adoration in the reflection of the bathroom mirror and turns to face his boyfriend properly.

"You do realize what is happening here, right?"

Buck blinks. Confused, and Tommy ducks his head and chuckles. "Evan. You handing me the flosser without me asking. You did the exact same thing with the toothpaste. And my comb. You've been doing it the past few times you've stayed over."

And Buck smiles at that. "I suppose I have. I guess I didn't think about it."

"Exactly. You're getting comfortable."

And that's when Buck's smile fades. He's been through this before and knows what comes next. You're getting comfortable. He is getting ahead of things again, going too hard too fast for his partner's liking. You're getting comfortable. You're getting comfortable.

"Whoa! Evan! Hey. You still with me?"

"I'm sorry!"

Tommy stares at Buck for a moment with eyebrows furrowed in mixture of concern and confusion.

"What are you sorry about? I think it's great."

"You know I can take it if–"

"Okay, I think I know what is going on here. C'mere." Tommy's words are soft and encouraging when he tilts Buck's chin up with his fingers, and despite the uncertainty going on inside Buck's head at the moment, he can't help but to follow his instinct and fall right into Tommy's personal space.

"Whatever is happening inside your head right now? It's not real. I am right here, Evan. I am not your exes. I am not put off by your presence. It's the complete opposite of that."

And Buck believes him. Of course he does. Tommy has the power to read him and wash away any doubt with so much sincerity and care that it feels impossible not to trust him.

It doesn't make Buck feel any less stupid for even having that doubt in the first place.

"Of course I know that, Tommy. Deep down I– I do know that."

"Well, that's a relief. But in case there is any doubt left lingering..." Tommy is looking nervous all of a sudden, causing Buck to look right back at Tommy with the same confusion as before.

"When I said you're getting comfortable I meant it as a good thing, because... you seem right at home. I mean in my mind you've already moved in so I guess what I am trying to say is–"

"Yes!"

"Wha– Evan! I haven't asked the question yet."

"You said moving in! I think I can make the connection."

Tommy laughs and Buck smiles back widely.

"So it's a yes? Are you sure?"

"Yes. Yes, Tommy, I am sure."

Tommy sighs with relief. "Okay."

"Okay."

[moistmailman]

*yang kicks down JNPR’s door*

Jaune, alarmed: Whoa?! What the hell is going on?!

Yang, angrily: Get dressed vomit boy! We got to kick someone’s ass today!

Nora, immediately up: Hell yeah! Let’s go!

Jaune, baffled: Wait hold on! What’s happening?! Why are you angry?! Wait is that your team behind you!?

Ruby, with her weapon: Yep! We’re going to kick someone’s butt today!

Jaune: Why? Wait, even Blake and Weiss are here too?

Weiss: We need to break some bones, Jaune.

Blake: This honestly has to be done.

Ren: Uh….what’s happening exactly?

Yang, showing Ren her scroll: Look at this shit!

Ren, looking at scroll:……..Nora, where are my weapons?

Nora: Hell yeah! I don’t know what this is about but this is going to be amazing!

Jaune, completely: Okay, this is not like Ren at all. What the hell got all of you guys riled up so bad?

Yang: This! *shows Jaune her scroll*

Scroll: *a website that has a countdown to Pyrrha’s 18th birthday*

Jaune:……is this like the scenario with the twins from full house?

Yang: Yep.

Jaune:…..do you know where this person who made this is?

Yang: Yeah.

Jaune:…….Nora, pack as many grenades you have.

Nora: Woohoo!

Pyrrha, walking in: Hey guys. What are you doing?

Yang: Oh nothing. Just grabbing your boyfriend and your team to do something for your birthday. Catch you around.

Pyrrha, smiling: O-oh, okay. What are you planning?

Yang: We can’t spoil that. It’s a surprise.

Pyrrha, smiling: Right. Okay. Have fun.

Jaune: Oh don’t worry. We will.

[itsascreambaby96]

Stu Macher smut where readers a little bit sassy yk? And Stu gets a little upsetty which leads to smut (Sorry I suck at this idk I’m nervous)

Aww sweet anon don't be nervous! I like the idea! I hope you like what I did with this!

Warnings: Smut! 18+ MDNI! oral (male receiving), p in v sex, facial, name calling, swearing, tiny bit of angst(reader is overthinking), stu calls reader sweetheart. And good girl but only twice. Thigh riding. I think that's it.

Pairing: Stu Macher x fem!reader

Accept my apology?

It was exam season at university. So of course you were busy studying as well. Most people understood when you blew them off because you wanted to pass. The only person who didn't seem understand was your boyfriend Stu. He was done with his exams already. Now he was bored and you were not nearly paying enough attention to him. In his opinion of course. You've already spend the whole last day with him, giving him all your attention.

He has been annoying you for a couple hours now and your patience has been running thin.

"Come on Babe I'm bored as hell. Why can't you put your stupid notes away for a while and we can do something fun." As he said this he wiggled his eyebrows.

You were so done with his bullshit but still you continued. That was until Stu had enough and grabbed your flashcards.

"HEY!" You were not amused at all, other than Stu, who was grinning ear to ear.

"Give them back Stu!" You were tired and stressed.

"Mh what do I get if I give them back?" His pointerfinger was at his chin pretending to think.

"My gosh Stu can you for once act like an adult? This exam is importsnt for me and you are ruining everything because what? You are bored? Newsflash! You are not five years old! There are plenty of other things that you could be doing right now instead of keeping me from studying!" After your little rant Stu's eyes hardened, so you won't see the hurt in them. He threw your cards on the ground and left your dorm without another word.

With a sigh you knelt down to collect your cards. Were you too harsh? But he never respected your boundaries. And this exam was important.

Later that night after you were finished with studying and after taking a nice relaxing shower, you tried calling Stu. But he never picked up. After the third time you grew a little worried. Have you hurt his feelings? After trying for the fifth time you gave up and went to bed. You had to apologise tomorrow somehow.

That is why you ended up in front of Stu's door. A Pizza in hand as a form of apology. Your exam went well, you realised afterwards now how rude and mean you were to Stu. He didn't deserve that.

You kept knocking at his door without an answer. With a sigh you sat down next to his door. If he was there he had to come out at one point right? And if he wasn't, well at least he would see you when he decided to come home. You looked at your clock. It was 14:30. Another sigh left your lips. The guilt for treating him the way you did, eating away at you. Your mind going to all different kind of places. Thinking that he will be grumpy for a few more days, to even worse scenarios, like what if he wants to break up with you now? You don't know how you would handle that. He is the love of your life, and you thought for him it was the same with you. What if you were wrong? What if he was with another girl right this moment because for him this relationship was already over?

Your mind kept spiraling. An hour after you showed up here you almost gave up hope. Standing up and taking the now cold pizza you turned to leave. Stu came around the corner right this moment. He was a little startled to see you here.

Without thinking much, you threw yourself at him, pizza box almost smacking Stu in the face.

"Whoa there sweetheart, I am happy to see you too." Stu chuckled a little, but he was confused.

"You didn't pick up your phone, so I thought you were still mad at me for yesterday...And then my mind kept thinking of how this might be the reason you are breaking up with me..." You mumbled into his neck, standing on your tiptoes because he was unbelievably tall.

"Why the hell would I break up with you over something silly liken that? Sure I was upset, because you can be really mean you know that? I am a sensitive guy after all." That made you giggle a little. He might say this as a joke but deep down he could be sensitive even if you were the only person seeing that side of him. Made it all the more special.

"Don't know, you know how my mind can get."

"Fuck yeah I do. You are way too far in your own head sometimes, sweetheart." He tapped his pointer finger against your head for emphasis.

"I was actually hoping to make it up to you." Your breath was tickling the skin of his neck and you could feel goosebumps raising on his soft skin.

"Oh yeah how were you planning on doing that?" His voice took on a different tone, deeper, raunchier. And not more than a whisper, making excitement bubble up inside of you.

"I am taking you like my ways of apologising?" Looking at him still grinning.

He closed the door behind him caging you against it. "Fuck yes I do. Especially the part about the Pizza." He gave you a cheeky grin.

You playfully rolled your eyes at him. But before you could say anything he leaned down and kissed you passionarely. Letting out a satisfied hum against his lips you pulled him closer. Your lips melted together in perfect sync. He tasted faintly of sweets, chocolate. You couldn't have him close enough to you. Not even a sheet of paper would fit between the two of you right now.

Stu bit and nipped at your bottom lip, it was almost painful, but you knew that he liked drawing blood from time to time. Heck he always eats you out when you're on your period too. It helps with the pain.

Parting your lips you let his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues dancing together, a bit of spit drooling out. Again Stu likes it messy.

He began rutting into you as the kiss progressed. Panting against each others lips.

You could feel him hardening against you, and with a little more effort you pushed him away a little bit.

His eyes were hooded over with lust, pupils blown wide. His cheeks had a nice rosy colour and his lips were swollen from the kiss. You were certain you didn't look much different.

Moving him around so he was pushed against the door now you dropped to your knees, before he could pull you in for another kiss. You opened his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. You could see the outline of his cock in his briefs. Yourn mouth began to water and you gave the tip a kiss through his boxer briefs. Stu let out a shaky breath above you. Smiling to yourself you began to mouth at his cock through his boxers. You were fairly enjoying yourself. The anticipation of having the real thing in your mouth soon, making wetness pool between your legs.

It wasn't often that you could tease Stu like this, so you were thrilled he let you go on this long. His whole boxer was wet now where his cock was. Deciding that you did a good enough job in riling him up now, you pulled his boxers down, his cock springing free. Stu hissed a little as the cold air if the room hit his heated up dick. But he didn't have to complain, because your mouth was wrapped around him in seconds. Normally you'd love to admire his pretty cock. How it is shaped slightly upwards, how deep pink his tip got and the precum leaking out of it, the vein that was running along his whole shaft. Truly you loved whorshipping his cock.

You knew Stu says the same thing about your pussy. 69 a favourite position of yours. But right now you could do as you pleased with him. And you were just as eager to get him inside of your mouth as he was being inside of it.

Everything about him was big, so his dick wasn't the exception. You always needed your time to take him into your mouth, but you were so eager that you almost didn't care, pushing your limits a little. He still wasn't completely in. That would be sheer impossible, but with the speed you took him in right now, it leaves Stu breathless. His head dropping against the door as he let out a string of courses. His fingers weaved into your hair. Letting out a satisfied hum at the salty taste on your tongue you began to work your magic. Bobbing your had up and down, jerking him off with your hands on the part that you couldn't fit into your mouth.

Stu was not disappointed. You were really making this messy. He could already see drool running out of your mouth, the sounds you were making only added to his aroused state. Gargling and gagging when you went a little too far. But again you were eager.

Sucking at the sensitive tip from time to time too, which you knew always drove him wild.

"Fuck aren't you the best girlfriend ever? Look at you? So eager to suck my cock. Fuck you look so good. You always do. But right now? There isn't a better place for you."

You keened at his praise. Another thing about Stu? He could never shut up. Not even during sex. One time he really tried to have a whole conversation with you, while he was railing you over the couch.

You kept moving your head, relaxing your throat to take more and more of him. Tears were running down cheeks, mixed with make up. You had him almost down completely but you knew you were at your limit. More spit kept drooling out of your mouth as you kept going. Stu's grip on your hair turned harder and with a push forward you had his entire length inside of your mouth. Your eyes widen and you looked up at him. More tears streamed down your face.

"Fuck yes. Look at you. Looking like my personal whore. Fuck college, you should do this professional just for me." Your cheeks warmed at that. "And then you wouldn't have to snap at me that I am behaving like a child. Humiliated by my own girlfriend. You know that is unacceptable."

With that he kept thrusting his entire length inside of you. You were gagging and crying but honestly? Your panties were drenched by the way he was talking to you and treating you. Holding onto his thighs for dear life. He was really enjoying yourself.

"What would your professors think if they saw their good little student like this? I know you are best in your classes. Surely they would expect you to be such a whore for your boyfriend." His voice was so deep and sounding strained, turning you on moreHe was reaching so deep, you were sure your throat would be sore for a few days, but it was so worth it. Your cheeks burned in shame. But it came from a place of arousal.

You knew he was getting close, you could feel him pulsing. Looking up at him he quickly pulled out of you. Your mouth opened on instinct and you helped him jerk himself to finish over you. The first spurts of his cum hit your face and you closed your eyes. Deep groans came from Stu as he gave you every last drop.

Once he was finished he kept looking at you. The thing why he loves cumming on your face is because it makes you look like his. Sure he knows you are his, but there is a primal part in his brain that wants to claim you like this. Mark you as his, so that any other male or female knows you belong to him.

Opening your eyes carefully you looked up at him with big eyes. Stu's eyes haven't lost their hunger. Quite the contray, they looked even more intense now.

Not breaking eye contact, you lifted your hand to scoop some of his cum from your face and put it in your mouth to suck it off. Another deep groan escaped Stu as he saw you doing this and fully enjoying yourself. Again another primal part of his brain getting pleased. He kicked his pants and boxers off and took of his shirt.

He gripped your arms after you sucked the third scoop off of your finger, lifting you to your feet. You were a little wobbly, your knees hurting from the hard wooden floor.

"Not even the Mona Lisa looks as pretty as you now." Stu rasped, making you blush even more. He dragged you over to the couch and sat down on it.

"Bring me something to drink, would ya?"His legs spread wide you got a little distracted by him.

"Sweetheart you know I don't like asking twice." With big eyes you scambled to the kitchen, knees still weak. You returned with a glass of water and a beer, as you didn't know what exactly he wanted. Returning, you saw he got really comfortable on the sofa. Upon seeing the two drinks in your hands, and the fact that you haven't cleaned yourself off he gave you a genuine smile.

"Aren't you a good fucking girl?" He took the water and chucked it down, opening the beer afterwards. "Here is how it's going to go sweetheart. You are going to ride my thigh until you cum, then I am gonna fuck that disrespectful attitude right outta ya. Understood?" You nodded quickly.

"Good. Now undress for me. Slowly. I wanna enjoy myself."

Who were you to decline him. Removing your shoes and socks first to have them out of the way. You lifted your shirt, slowly of couse, revealing more and more skin to Stu, who was watching you like a hawk. He let out a groan as he saw you were wearing his favourite bra of yours. You gave him a happy smile, glad that he appreciates it. Then you turned around, shimmying out of your pants, bending down, giving Stu a nice view of your ass. You heard a breathy "fuck" as he noticed you were wearing the matching pair of panties to your bra.

Slowly, with your back still facing him you unclipped your bra and took it off. Cupping your boobs with your hands you slowly turned around.

"Come on show them to me." His voice was demanding and he took a swig of his beer. Slowly you peeled your hands off of them. Stu's eyes immediately dropping to them. Your nipples standing proud and internally he was dying to wrap his lips around them. But that would have to wait. You still had to remove one item.

As you took of your panties, Stu could see a string of your arousal connected to them. There was actually a big patch visible on them that Stu hasn't noticed, because he was distracted by your tits.

Still feeling confident, you threw your pantis at him. Stu took them. Then he did something you wasn't expecting. He actually sniffed them. Biting your lip, you could feel your pussy clench. Your eyes widen as you saw him licking the wet patch of your panties. His eyes closing and him groaning, like he just tasted the best thing in the whole world, which to him was the case. He kept doing this a few times and you were growing wetter by the second.

Stu threw your panties to the side and patted his thigh, signaling for you to come over and start.

You scrambled over to him and took your seat on his thigh. You could feel the muscles underneath it.

"Don't be shy. Start. Show me how desperate you are to cum for me."

Slowly you started to moved your hips against his thigh. It took you a little to find a good angle that was catching your clit, giving you some much needed friction. You let out breathy moans, closing your eyes and getting lost in the feeling. Stu gave your thighs a soft slap. "Keep your eyes open. I want to see the desperation grow in them." Nodding you complied even if it was hard.

You started to grind harder on him, quickening your pace. Sucking Stu off has already riled you up so much, you just wanted to cum at this point.

"You really are a whore huh? Making a mess on my thigh. Look at you. So needy." Stu flexed his thigh and it catched your clit in a way that made you dizzy. Your pace became erratic, your legs were burning at this point. You needed to cum so bad, you wanted to gush all over his thigh. Stu took another swig of his beer, watching how your eyebrows creased together. He knew you were close. Another swig and he put the beer away, gripping your hips to make you halt.

You looked at him confused and flushed.

"Change of plans sweetheart. The only way you deserve to cum and make it up to me is on my cock." You nodded dumbly, your mind already fuzzy from how close you were. Standing up again you almost drop to the floor, but Stu held you firmly, helping you take your seat in his lap. You could feel his hard cock pressing against you. With as much strength as you could muster you lifted yourself up a little, gripped Stu's length and sank down on him.

Your mind was reeling at finally being full of him. It was quite the stretch, but you were so wet he easily slipped in. Stu let out a dark moan. Your warmth enveloping him completely.

"You take me so well all the time sweetheart! Fuck. Swear this pussy was made for me." You only mustered a nod, already fucked out. Stu began to thrust up into you, making you fall forward onto his chest. Whimpering as he drilled into your pussy. He was determined to fuck the attitude out of you just like he promised.

You were holding on for dear life as he didn't let up. Your pussy juice coating the both of you. Stu pulled your face up to give you a heated kiss, that you couldn't hold for long as you desperately needed the oxygen. Stu grinned at that. Your face was still covered in his cum.

"God I should take a picture of you like this. So I always know what a good little whore you are for me when you piss me off." You could only moan in response.

"Need a whole stack of them, cause I sure as hell would ruin them just like I am ruining you right now huh?" Gosh he really wasn't shutting up ever. But you couldn't really focus on anything he was saying. The only thing you could concentrate on was how he was stretching you out, his tip hitting your Gspot every single thrust. You were seeing stars at this point.

Your release came without much of a warning. It came crushing through you and you were a moaning babbling mess, feeling yourself clench around Stu hard.

"Fuck that's it sweetheart look at you. What a sight!" Your ears were ringing and Stu still kept thrusting into you.

Lucky for you and your poor abused pussy, Stu didn't take that much longer before he came inside of you with a deep thrust. He kept grunting for you to "take everything I give you." And you didn't have much of a choice than to oblige. Not that you wanted to.

The both of you were sweaty and Stu moved you both so that you were lying on top of him on the couch fully now. Panting, you could listen to his heartbeat which helped you calm down slowly.

"You're amazing. You know that?" Stu's voice was rapsy. You lifted your head to look at him, giving him a soft grin. "Oh I know." He chuckled and gave you a big kiss. You hummed. Enjoying the post orgasmic bliss and cuddling for a while was one of your favourite parts. Stu drew patterns on your skin.

Then after a while, it was getting cold by now, he slipped out of you, making you whine. He sat you onto the couch, drapping the blanket he had here, thanks to you, over you so you could cover yourself up. He went to the bathroom and emerged, with new boxers on and a wash cloth. Sitting down next to you he started to clean off your face.

"Almost a shame cleaning it up..." He mumbled and you softly pushed against his shoulder, making him let out a soft laugh.

After he was done you stood up and waddled to the bathroom yourself. When you came back to him you put the blanket down, as you now wore one of Stu's favourite shirts. And it was only his favourite because you looked so good wearing it all the time.

Stu patted next to him and you plopped down. He gave you a glas of water which you eagerly took and drank. You really needed it. He turned on the TV and pulled the pizza onto his lap. Opening the box, the pizza inside gone cold a long time ago. But neither of you cared as you ate and enjoyed whatever it was that was on TV. Neither of you keeping attention to it really as you kept talking about your days. Stu asked you how your exam went. Everything was forgiven by now. And if this was the outcome? Maybe you should piss him of more times now.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Hlo🩷 Can I have a obey me scenario of the 7 brothers (seperately) finding out that MC knows pole dancing and just discovered it when they entered her room without knocking and saw a literal pole with her spinning on it.

Lucifer

He knew he should have knocked, but the matter on which he had to speak with [Y/N] on was urgent. So, Lucifer thought that, just for this one time, it would be acceptable.

Opening the door and seeing them there, spinning around on a pole he was quite sure had not been there some months ago, he was taken aback to say the least. Lucifer didn’t know humans could be so graceful. “My apologies,” he said at first, “I did not mean to interrupt your…workout, but I needed to talk to you about something important. If you could…come down.”

Mammon

Being the Avatar of Greed, Mammon had been in some of the best clubs in the world. Several of them included dancers. Beautiful aerial sirens who were there to distract the customers, so they wouldn’t focus on their bets, and make their pockets that much easier to pick. Never him though, Mammon was always focused on his money, but he had seen it all.

Yet when he saw [Y/N], spinning in the air, he understood finally why they were such a draw.

“W-Where did you get that?? Why are you spinning on a pole?? You’re not thinking of working down at one of the clubs are you?! I won’t allow it!”

Levi

Levi had been so excited when he found the new Easter Egg in his game, that he had to show [Y/N] right away!

He figured it would be ok for him not to knock this one time. This was very important after all. When he opened the door and found [Y/N] inverted on a pole, his face immediately went red and he had to cover his nose. “W-W-Wh! What are you doing?!”

He’d seen moves like this before, in some of his animes and a few games as well, but never in person. Seeing [Y/N] doing them, in person, put a whole new perspective on it. One that made him think of pole dancing cosplays, and spinning maid-kuns in his room….

Satan

Finally! He had figured it out!

After combing his latest series for months. Reviewing every note he had ever taken on each book. Then finally coming to the conclusion earlier that afternoon, Satan had finally figured it out! He knew who the murder in their murder mystery series was and he had to tell [Y/N]!

Rushing to their room with unprecedented enthusiasm, Satan flung open the door with equally unprecedented glee. “[Y/N]! I have it! I finally figured it….” His voice and enthusiasm trailed off as he saw them on a pole in their room. Stopping mid spin but clearly in the middle of a routine. “I uh….I’ll come back later….” He then quietly apologized and slowly closed the door.

Asmo

“[Y/N]-chan~! The new issue of Devil Style just arrived! I thought we could look at the new jacket lines and take this cute couples quiz….” Asmo trailed off as he looked up from the pages to see [Y/N].

Clearly, he had caught them in the middle of something. Namely practicing their pole moves on the newly installed polished chrome in their room.

“You got a pole in here!” Asmo gushed. Completely abandoning the magazine on the floor to rush over and touch the silver. “Oh wow! Who knew you had it in you? Are you practicing for anyone special, eh? Need an audience to provide critiques? Or maybe show you a few moves ♡?” The demon giggled as he was already climbing on the pole as well. Ready to play.

Beel

He knows he should have knocked. Usually, Beel wouldn’t even consider going into someone else’s room without knocking, but he was so focused on the new parfait treat at Madam Scream’s that all his brain power was focused on that. ‘Parfait. Parfair. [Y/N]. Parfait’

Beel had planed to invite them to come with him, always a good sport for trying new things, and was surprised to see them on a pole when he came into the room. “Whoa. What’s that?”

As [Y/N] slid down, Beel came to inspect it. “Hey. I’ve heard of these actually. They’re for like pole-robics aren’t they?” In his quest for new workouts in his evolving fitness plan, Beel had come across the term but never seen it in practice. Innocent enough to think that’s the only thing it was used for. “I beat this is a great core work out. Can I try sometime? Do you think it would hold me? Hmmm…maybe I’ll need to order a heavier duty one so we can workout together…?”

Belphie

Belphie had a bad habit of sleepwalking. Or, more to the point, half-sleep-half-walking in most cases.

He had woken up from one of his mid-afternoon naps to go find [Y/N] and finish his nap in their room. Not recharged enough to want to socialize, but wanting to be around them.

As usual, he didn’t bother knocking on the door. Belphie just letting himself in and seeing [Y/N] there. Spinning around on a pole in the middle of the room. Not the oddest thing he had dream of; as he assumed he had to be dreaming.

Saying nothing, Belphie just walked over to their bed and laid himself down. When he woke up, and the pole was still there, he just said, “wow….dream come true.”

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Hey there! Can I ask for Housewardens, Vice Housewardens and the Adeuce Duo with a Female Tanjiro Reader (Who has Nezuko with her) who’s known for being really kind, helpful and naive about technology (So a LOT of people assume she’s a pushover and a ‘Peaple Pleaser’ because they can’t fathom why she would do ALL these nice things for others without her getting something out of it)

But either some Random Students or Themselves do something that triggers her rage (Either by hurting her friends or Nezuko) and reveals she’s actually physically and mentally stronger than a LARGE portion of the Student Body as she breaks some ribs sending someone FLYING a few yards back and her rage is just coming off her in WAVES and even uses her Sword to take down the Overblots, which shows her Water Breathing and Hinokami Kagura (Though they begin to not want her to go back home after learning what her home is like with Man Eating Demons)

Bonus if they go through her memories and her Soul Core (Seeing the death of her family, her sister becoming a demon, becoming a Demon Slayer, meeting Muzan, enduring so much pain, trauma and injuries that someone her age should NEVER have to go through and endure and yet she’s STILL this kind even too her enemies? She and her sister can’t leave, Crewel is getting the Adoption Papers NOW. Even if he has to forge them)

I LOVE Tanjiro (He’s Best Boy) 😭

He is the bestest boy and I love this scenario so much

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Yandere Twisted Wonderland x Tanjiro Reader

Riddle Rosehearts

He slowly learns to appreciate you 

As the wonderful difference from your peers because you treat everyone with kindness and respect

Not to mention your sibling is so well behaved 

Following your lead as you respect those who don’t do the same to you

At first he equates you to Jade simply hiding behind a smile

But to see you act the same way when you didn’t know he was watching

Which made your reaction and action so much more surprising

“Wow~Can you believe it if you cut him it’ll just grow right back!?” “Whoa he’s like a demon.”

Riddle had witnessed some students taunting Nezukuro who was only shrinking away in response to their violent actions

He goes to ‘Off their heads’ before you react faster than life

Patting the head your brother while the perpetrators were respectfully smashed into the stone wall and suspended in the air as they twitched in the slots of a bookcase

He’s first getting medical aid before asking you ‘what in the Queen’s good name was that?!’

“I apologize for that but I will not stand for them to torment my brother!” 

He’s still reeling as you defend yourself to the teachers

But now he sees you so differently 

Your power, your kindness, your morale has him blushing at the thought

“A-a queen?!”

Now that he thought about it you were the perfect for a position of a ruler

Strong, rule-abiding, nurturing, irrefutablely obsess-worthy protective…oh he could go on!

But silently of course he wants to give you a kingdom to rule

Starting with him 

The moment after, he implements new rules among the students of Heartslabyul

“Bow to the Queen or it's off with your heads!” 

 When you confront him about these new rules

“I don’t see what the problem is. Heartslabyul was built on the name of the Queen of Hearts; it’d be a crime if we didn’t idolize such a figurehead!” 

In simpler terms perhaps he just found it really hot that you so quickly were able to defend for your brother

Now he didn’t want to be your brother

But to be the King of Hearts was someone he aspired to be 

To be your King of Hearts

“I’m not acting irrationally (Y/n)! I’m taking your advice about working toward what I want! And frankly that is you!”

Trey Clover

He sees you in action during Riddle’s overblot watching how you protected your brother Ace, Deuce, and Grim 

He almost forgot to use his own magic while watching you move so finitely like a deadly dance

When all's said and done everyone breezes over your obvious power

And all he can do is assure Riddle, and calm the students of Heartslabyul

But later he circles back, asking you about your occupation

“Ah yes in my world, I’m a demon slayer. I trained really hard to get to where I’m at but if I can save another family from him..well it’d all be worth it.”

He finds that he admires you more than ever

As a family man himself he can only imagine what you had been through

So of course to show his appreciation he’s showering you in desserts

And as he watches you gulp down him his work, he realizes that if all goes to your plan you’ll go home

Back to a world of demons

Back to a world with pain

A world he could easily save you from 

He can’t do as much as you could but he’ll do his part

And if that means making it so you’d rather not return he doesn’t mind being your reason

“I’m hoping you love this tart I made for you. Filled it with love.”

Ace Trappola

Is horrified when he first sees you so easily slice at the shard monster in the cave

Torn between running from you and kissing up to you so hard that he’ll never be on the receiving end of your Hinokami Kagura 

But he realizes that your just too sweet 

Too caring for someone so freaking strong

“Ace, you look as though you're going to burn with a fever. Let me check!”

Even when he teaches you the foreign game of basketball you obviously excel

Your just too awesome 

But you’d be even more awesome if you used that insane strength of yours to put those snobs in their place

Too many times as he seen you get taken advantage of

“You’re too nice, (Y/n). One of these days someone’s definitely gunna stab you in the back.”

For awhile he was just waiting for that to happen maybe even orchestrating it 

But at the last minute he’s interceding

There's no way he could ever beat you but there is one place he seems to excel above you

And that’s just looking out for his your own

So don’t mind it all to much when Ace off-handedly mentions a rumor to be truth

Or informing you about how this one homewrecker student had been talking about Nezukuro

You don’t need to trust anyone else really 

Just him

He’s entirely telling the truth

“C’mon (Y/n) trust me! I couldn’t nearly do that much damage to a buff guy like that.”

Deuce Spade

“Whoa.”

He’s in shock for the next couple days

He had just recently admitted to himself that he admired your studious tendencies for an honorary student

Only to realize how much you surpassed him in delinquent tendencies

Scratch that you surpass him in actual strength

You never really join him in the sports club so how would he know 

But that just makes you more of someone worthy of admiration to him

He doesn’t fully understand your occupation but he’s especially curious when he sees you whip out a sword while running from that gem monster

He’s too busy blushing anytime you acknowledge him to really be jealous of anyone else

He just focuses on you and him

He doesn’t have the foresight to think about what happens at your old home

Especially since you seem so strong it must have been a breeze for you

Can he rub his face on your abs

“(Y-y/n) you're so strong! I-I could never reach your level b-but I hope you still give me the time of day!”

“Of course, Dear! I don’t mind getting you started on the brutal training of a demon slayer!”

“Dear?!”

Leona Kingscholar

“...That’s unexpected but its nice to know an herbivore like you can at least be strong.”

He really wasn’t expecting you to so quickly lay waste to the Savvanaclaw students that were giving you, Nezukuro, and Grim trouble

He really thought low of you when it came to standing your ground

Too often could he recall ‘your friends’ whining for time that you barely have to take part in whatever problem they’ve gotten themselves stuck in

You smile way too bright

always igniting that heat from the inside of him

Which is really uncomfortable in the environment of Savvanaclaw

He gets excited about this 

He low-key wants to fight with you 

But he knows he won’t be able to have your hand in marriage even if he tricks you

You just won’t shut up about your mission

“So this Muzan-guy, huh? You’re going to kill him?”

“Yes! I have a long way to go but I’m ending the suffering he causes and saving Nezukuro!”

“Sounds exhausting. Sleep with me.”

He doesn’t like when you talk about it–your old ‘home’

He seriously debates letting Crowley or anyone for that matter present any information about sending you home

“A strong mate isn’t a common thing around here. It won’t hurt to turn a few books to sand.”

Ruggie Bucci

“Whoa…so that’s what you do to demons?”

“Yup but no worries there won’t be too much damage…hopefully.”

You most likely mentioned it while easily helping Ruggie carry some groceries around

He noted it but it didn’t really register until you casually pulled a sword off of a decorative knight to defend him against some zombie-like assailants

as you easily dodged and then struck with the hilt of your sword before dealing some calculated blows he near wets his pants

He always thought you were easy

 always smiling, always helping, always being a step below what he wants

But the moment he starts seeing you in such a position of power he’s devoting his time to you

He tries to act like he’s not shaking in ecstasy at the thought of you owning him

But your just too sweet 

He can hardly stand it

“Y-you’re awfully powerful despite your no-maj status. Are you sure your muscles don't need a massage? Or me to soothe your aching bones? Or to hold me as tight as you can I can handle it..its my choice of compensation.”

Azul Ashengrotto

“...Would you be willing to be employed?”

He often finds himself too flustered to approach you

In fear in over-excitement of your sunshiney attitude

Always complimenting his smarts

Encouraging him when you think he’s down

Even going so far as to cheer him on

He could barely believe it when he saw you so easily swing a broom slicing through this violent students uniform

“One of the rules here is that we don’t fight. And since I’m sure we both love it here let this be all, okay?”

As he watches the student run out clutching at, what was left, of their uniform his jawdrops

But he recovers pushing up his glasses as he calms the onlookers

“ N-no need to worry, all our staff are more than capable of doing their job…and maintaining the piece! No need to worry.”

And he will when the lounge is closed and the madol counted 

“What in the Great Seven was that!?”

He’s used to seeing Jade and Floyd levels of power 

But you…your on a completely different level

After all his questions he pinches the bridge of his nose as you tell him about your world

He realizes how alike you two are

You’ve both entered a market full of vulnerable students

Ones you both had a clear advantage of 

The problem is your in the business of being too nice and planning on going home

While he’s more interested in actually making your home in the Coral Sea and making sure he’s your next mission

It’s in his interest that you don’t go home 

And this octopus is willing to pull every potion off the shelves if it means you can keep complimenting him while he imagines that you become his

“(Y/n) sign please! This contract will save you me so please sign!"

Jade Leech 

“Oh my this is…intriguing.”

You continue to amaze him with everything you do 

A demon slayer?! With exemplary sword skills? 

And you're just too sweet to boot?!

He really has good taste in mates

When he sees you so easily escort the giant of the SavvanaClaw dorm out of the lounge since him and Floyd were occupied

He’s doing the eel equivalent of purring at the sight

While he’s more than happy to nip at a submissive, weaker partner

You’re just as strong if not stronger and he’s so excited 

Forget the chase! 

When it finally came down to it you would be his beloved entertainment

A mate that he could constantly tame 

Not to mention the fact that you already were strong enough to hold your own

Something important in the Coral Sea

You probably already go hiking 

He’s absolutely whipped

“Your form was absolutely spectacular! If I may ask, would you like to spar with me? I want to see if you can wreck me.”

Kalim Al Asim

“Wow, (Y/n)-chan you're so cool and strong!”

He doesn’t mind at all

In fact he’s excited whenever you show this side of you 

You match his energy perfectly 

Often being called the two suns you 

both attract and amaze with your kindness and compassion

He starts to falter when you speak about your world

Smile dropping as you declare your mission to kill Muzan 

And you go on about your job and the world you live in

He quickly puts his smile back up and cheers you on

But Kalim’s going to ignore the pit that sits heavy in his stomach

Trying to silent that voice that sounds so helpful

“Maybe they need to give up on this one dream…right? It's best if they do that at least..right?”

Of course he’ll ask Jamil not doing so well to be subtle and oddly enough he’s on board

“Its easier for me if your wife is someone so skilled. Not to mention as…their friend it really will be best to do this for them.”

Kalim can’t stop smiling 

You don’t have to leave for your old place anyway

You and Nezukuro can party all night with him when you finally agree to marry him

“I’ve always loved the idea of big families! I’d love it if Nezukuro moved in with us when we get married!”

“Did you say ‘when’?”

“Oh! And Grim can come too! I’m sure he’d get along with Raji just fine!”

“Can you not decisively hear me? We should address that.”

“Nya they have that bread bun you’ve been wanting to eat! You might want to get it before I, Master Grim, and Nezukuro eat it all!”

“...We’ll talk about this later.”

“Right!”  

Jamil Viper

“W-was that really necessary!? Looking back on it you were so close to not only slicing that door but slicing at me!”

You probably brought both your forms out either to finally get out of the room Scarabia locked you in or as a reaction to Jamil trying to hypnotize you while overblotting

Has probably tried before but you probably hit him in the head when you caught whiff of a deceptive smell

Or just broke out of his hypnotism overall

Eitherway he stays connected enough to hear whispers of your actual strength but is still amazed by the actual power you possess

For a time he’s just scared of you in general 

Someone who can sniff out when he’s trying to scheme

And someone who so nice to him despite it all

He just can’t seem to understand you

And in that same light he doesn’t understand these feelings for you

The feelings that have him using viper on your friends so they won’t bother you two on your lunchdate

The ones that have him working with even Kalim to ensure that when the time comes they will make sure you don’t return to your world

Once he gets past his fear of his love for you

He can’t help but want to get closer to you

Keeping a helpful eye out for Nezukuro 

all the while hearing you forgive him and wanting to be his friend

But he both finds himself swooning and drugging and keeping reprimanding you for distracting him so

when he sees you so quickly defend your brother completely putting your adversaries out of commission 

“(Y/n) I have to protect you…even if it seems like you can do it yourself. You're too naive.”

Vil Schoenheit

“(Y/n)!?”

“Yes?”

“...Is this a common action in your world?”

“..uh maybe? More so in the circles I run though!”

He witnesses your abilities twice 

once in the Ramshackle easily kicking away a stray falling piece of wood

And in the colosseum when you pull out your sword to carry and destroy the infected drink out of Rook’s hand

First time he almost dismisses it with how fast you complete the action 

He’s intrigued by you and he’s pleased to be able to study the Ramshackle prefect up close for VDC competition

And boy does he get to study

Whether you decide to dance along with them or act only as a coach he can see how much  more powerful and agile you really are

He admires that you can defend yourself and others

but of course he prefers you use your cute face to do it instead

Guess who he’s trying to train right next to Epel

You can’t have the power to make him blush while being so brutish

But just as your determination to train is insistent so does his desire to make you his

And finally finding the potion that can go unmasked by your keen nose will be his latest achievement 

No doubt its going to take a while 

But he can be patient 

“I have no doubt your world needs you, but I need you more. And as the Vil Schoenheit of the most beautiful queen’s dorm  I will not let you leave that easily.”

Rook Hunt

“Ah~Madamoiselle (Y/n) I see you’ve been gifted with both your immense beauty and incredibles strength!”

Probably learned long before any of the overblots took place

Of course who else would be running around campus with a box on their back

He first watches you while you train

Then when Crowley sends you on a mission

Then he’s watching you undress

He can’t help it 

You resemble his other favorite stalking subjects friends 

And occasionally a staged collision in the hallways has him burning up when you give him that shining smile in full effect

Its impossible for him not to get…aroused when your around

Imagining the chase, the struggle, if he were to finally move on his thoughts

Thankfully simply sneaking into your home and taking a few things is incredibly satisfying

Especially paired up with his growing photo gallery of all things you

When he learns of your environment he’s quite impressed

And he wrestles with the thought of supporting your mission or absolutely sabotaging so that you can’t so much as think about it

He ultimately decides that he doesn’t care what anyone else is doing but you 

And as long as he gets to follow that’s perfectly fine with him

“Ah~oh~(Y/n) you render me a devoted slave to your will! I’d wish you’d invite me to your hunt! No matter though I’m joining you anyway~!”

Idia Shroud

“Whoa can the human body actually do that?!”

Seeing you easily strike at Blotted Ortho as you pull out your sword launching from the hovering chariot before maneuvering yourself back on it 

Even in his overblotted form he was totally taken aback

He doesn’t forget when he changes back 

No doubt he’s devoted quite a few hundreds of sleepless nights to review footage of your op character status in an isekai

For someone without magic he feels you have quite the presence

One that has him staying as far as he can as he lets his thoughts run on

Like how easily you lift up furniture when someone complains about it

Or how you so politely shoo his rivals your friends away when Nezukuro muffles an uncomfortable sound

How would it be like if you picked him up like that one kid

Or if he should dare-feel the full effect of your smile directed at only him

And eventually he’ll be able to ignore the layer of sweat that always seems to form when you scooch in close to understand the technology you have a hard time grasping

Or the…intense blood flow when you say his name 

He’s never wanted to lock a person up in his life

No doubt he already has plans A through Z about when you try to return to your world

Surely STYX would allow him to keep you there

If anything its the perfect amount of technology you barely understand and the perfect place to keep tabs on the no magic human that was apart of every overblot 

“(Y/n) you're the top love-interest to the otaku mc…while usually that would automatically put me in the lowest tier, breaking barriers in stereotyping is healthy. A-anyways I’m going to score your h-heart so j-just w-watch m-me!”

Ortho Shroud

“(Y/n) (L/n) is actively using over 90 percent of their bodily functions at all times. Including breathing, isn’t that peculiar?”

He investigates on Idia’s sudden interest

But that alone isn’t what makes you intriguing to him…if you’d call it that

Your a human using your body in ways never seen before and without magic you are able to summon elements of fire and water

Not to mention Nezukuro himself never detectable on his radar until he looks with his optics

Or how he notes the strange behavior of you carrying said brother in the box you carry around

But when he thinks about you protecting his brother with that strength

His circuitry whirrs and whistles in what he figures his excitement

Not to mention the secret desire inclination towards the brotherly pat on the head

Surely you’d stay from such an unpredictable world if you were madly enough with his brother

“(Y/n)-san will you please accompany my brother to this convention? He’d beso happy to go with a…friend!” 

Malleus Draconia

“Oh my, how intriguing! I’ve never seen a human possess such specific powers.”

He’s just that amused 

I mean of course you’re nowhere near as powerful as him

But that doesn’t matter when he might as well be your tool with how desperate he is to be around you

Taken by your kindness and compassion it doesn’t matter all that much to him

You’d be cute even if you…had weapons sprouting from your hands

He doesn’t mind all that much

Not until he knows why you do that

“In your world they need you to fight nocturnal creatures that eat humans and have regenerative abilities? And even more so have various powers that aren’t easily detectable?! Excuse me for my rudeness but your home world sounds like a losing battle that you could…die from.”

He’s not pleased with this discovery 

And he’s constantly mulling over the fact that your so willing to return

If anyone can use magic to look into yours and Nezukuro’s past its him

He’s horrified 

He understands your need for revenge but must you go against someone so powerful

It takes him awhile to think of his resolve

He couldn’t allow you to die let alone be turned into a demon 

But then again he’d hate it if it was Lilia or Silver in your familiy’s position

But he worries 

He couldn’t leave with you considering he has no idea if he could return; he’s a prince that wouldn’t be ideal

All he knows for now is that he can’t let you return until he knows what to do

So he’ll let you be 

Happily talking with you as you train and Nezukuro does his thing

He doesn’t know what he’s going to do next

He just knows he’s not letting you go

“My child of man you truly are the fire that burns so sweetly. I don’t think I will ever share you , not when I have yet to make you light the darkness of forever.”

Lilia Vanrouge

“Oya~? Now that’s a style I haven’t seen in years!” 

Probably encountered one or two warriors with similar styles 

Nonetheless he demolished them

Or rather had them join his ranks

He’s already bewitched for such an old fae

You so easily just grow on him so that he can’t think of life without you

Even when he knows of your past and knows your situation he’s not budging

Your coming with him when the time comes

You’ll get over your revenge eventually

And Nezukuro just sleeps like Silver and is a silent sweetheart in his own right

it just works perfectly

No doubt he encourages you to spar with him

Gauging your strength as he decides he’ll need to pull an Azul

“If I win, you lovingly will return to be my bride in my Briar Valley. If you win I’ll refrain from abducting relocating you in the meantime. So what’s it gonna be?”

[pixeldolly]

The Sacrifice - Part 3

"Evelyn? What's up?"

"It's Roman. He hasn't come home last night, or this morning for that matter. Do you know where he is?"

To Jacob's surprise, Evelyn sounded worried.

"No, I don't know where he is. I haven't spoken to him since yesterday evening after he dropped off Olivia."

"Oh...right."

Jacob almost rolled his eyes.

"Are you sure he's not just staying over at someone's place and doesn't want to be disturbed?"

"I thought about that, but he's not answering his phone either. And get this: I get a call from some guy who claims to be a director, says Roman missed the morning shoot for the commercial he's supposed to star in. Weird, right? He was quite excited when he first got the gig."

There was a pause while Jacob considered this. It did seem rather odd that Roman would simply drop off the map like that. Odd and, if he was being completely honest, a little concerning.

"I really don't know what to tell you, Ev...I have no idea where he might've gone."

"Okay. Thanks anyway, Jake."

The call ended, leaving Jacob to stare pensively at Olivia's face beaming at him from the lock screen wallpaper. Suddenly, the silence blanketing the apartment felt subtly oppressive, as if it concealed a terrible secret.

Jacob frowned, and shook his head to dispel such fancies. Roman was most likely fine - it had just been a few hours, after all. He probably had one too many drinks and was nursing a hangover or something.

He made a move to pocket the phone - then pulled up his convo with Evelyn instead and began typing.

The hours passed with no news. Jacob even tried calling Roman himself, only for his calls to go to voicemail. Curiouser and curiouser; Roman was usually quick in answering his calls, in case they concerned their daughter.

Little by little, genuine concern began worming its way into his heart and nestled there, gnawing at his peace of mind.

Not long after 6 PM, he got a message from Evelyn saying she and Ulf were on their way, and he spent an anxious hour and a half until they arrived.

"Hey, guys. Are....you okay...?"

"Grr - Yes...Just raw from the change. Had no time to eat."

"We'll be fine. There's half a deer in the icebox when we get back. Now, let's talk about what we came here to do..."

"Ahh yes..." *sniff* "A strong scent trail, we should be able to follow it without too much trouble."

Jacob was having second thoughts about the whole thing.

"Maybe...maybe we should go to the police? If we think something happened to him..."

"And say what? He's an adult, it hasn't been that long, and we have no proof anything's wrong aside from our gut feelings. Even if they do take us seriously, it'll be hours before they do anything. We could find him right now - hey there, sweetie! Whoa, you've gotten so big!"

"Okay, fine. But I'm going with you."

"I'm not sure that's a good idea..."

"Why? Are you saying you think there could be danger involved?"

"I don't know, Jake. That's the problem."

"Well, I'm going! He's my - he's Olivia's father. My mind is made up, Ev, so let's not argue about it. Ulf, are okay to babysit?"

Ulf looked at his wife with sudden alarm.

"Hold on, I thought we were doing this together."

"We only really need one tracker, and I know Roman's scent better than anyone."

Ulf didn't like the reminder, but couldn't deny she had a point. It wasn't his only objection though.

"And what if there is danger -"

"C'mon, that's pretty unlikely - This is Mistvale, for Watcher's sake! I doubt anything here could threaten a werewolf. Besides, someone needs to keep an eye on little Liv."

"You are the pack leader...but a husband can't help worrying."

"And you are very sweet to do so, but I'll be fine. Most likely scenario? We'll find Roman passed out on someone's couch and I get to kick his ass for making us worry."

"I do know you are quite proficient at ass-kicking."

"Damn right I am!"

The light and warmth of the building seemed to recede behind them all too quickly.

"This way."

Jacob was glad to have Evelyn's nose guiding them, because that damnable mist made it impossible to see further than twenty paces or so.

It made the streets seem even lonelier and dingier than they were.

[illusivedelights]

Call of Neighbors : Time (John Price)

How it begins with John Price, who is known as the neighborhood handyman who always is too busy but always so helpful to the rest of the neighbors.

Busy, busy, busy. That was the best way to describe Mr. John Price.

He always had a polite smile on his face when he greeted you. And though it may have just been surface level, the soft warm smile crinkled his blue eyes in just the right way that left you reeling for a few moments after your usual hellos.

You didn't think much on it at first, until you kept pretty much running into him daily for a bit. It felt so odd that no matter what time of the day you had to run out, you always just seemed to run into him!

No, literally. You literally almost collided into him several times, earning some small hearty chuckles from the man and warnings to be careful as you left your abode.

There were times he caught you to make sure you didn't fully collide into him. By the arm, the shoulder, or even your side. (The firm grip he always had was not lost on you. You weren't sure if the universe was torturing you or not. )

"Careful now, that makes about the seventh time we almost collided." he would affably chuckle, gently patting the area he grabbed before letting you go, seemingly unaffected.

Agony.

Of course, eventually you came across neighbors asking for help with your odd encounters too, which made him all the more appealing to you.

"Oh John, dear...do you mind coming over to help us? We're in a bit of a jam today." "Sure thing, it may take me an hour or so because I promised to help someone else this morning, but I'll let you know as soon as I'm done."

Reliable, dependable, strong, and courteous. Not that you were keeping track or anything. (Or totally imagining being the one to be calling him for help or anything coquettishly. Not at all).

Before you knew it, the encounters, watching him help everyone, how he gently would "scold" you and held you the brief moments you almost clumsily toppled over him again, you got a crush of course.

(You knew you were done when you saw him in a beanie a little bit oversized, thinking it was so cute, and you were daydreaming about how his beard would feel on your face.)

It finally happened: something in your house needed tending to and you knew the right person to ask.

In this scenario, you were usually supposed to feel upset that something needed to be fixed, not be over the moon about it.

You knew without fail you would run into him as soon as you left the house, no matter how hard you tried, you'd run into him.

And even though you knew, it didn't stop your heart practically leaping out of your chest when you ran into him. This time chest to chest first.

"Whoa! Bit bold today aren't we?" He chuckled out quietly, one of his arms was mock surrendering in the air, while the other gently found the small part of your back.

Hoo boy and did that put you back for a bit.

"Ha......right...um, hey John. So, funny I ran into you again."

"That makes about ......the 30th time right?"

You could kill him if you didn't love him so much evidently.

"But who's keeping track right?"

"Right."

His eyes had a humorous glint to it today evidently.

"Anyways, I...." Phew. Was it getting a bit warmer out? Or was it just him.

"So, I need some help if you got some time." You fully expected him to put you off for a bit of a later time because you knew he always had something.

"Sure. I've got some time right now. You want me to take a look at it?"

.....fuck.

So this is how it ended up, you blustered a bit with the explanation but invited John Price into your home.

You could sense his wandering eyes on your home (kicking yourself for not tidying up first, but you weren't expecting him to just be ready??) and then led him to the living room, where he analyzed the situation quietly with sharp eyes.

After a few more minutes, he turned to you, eyes softening. "Wait a tic, just got to get some tools, be right back, and get this done."

"Oh god, John, I'm sorry, wait you can literally just come back later, I didn't mean to take up your time like this all of a sudden."

"It's fine. Surprisingly, my evening was free today." he gives you a reassuring smile that doesn't allow you room to question.

And just like that, he left and came back soon after with tools in question. You tried in a meager way to offer to help, but he politely re-assured he really didn't need it.

So he turns his focus onto starting repairs. You notice he starts to get lost in the process, not paying any mind to you or anything besides the task at hand.

You can't help but notice how he carefully and precisely moved, how his arms and muscles flexed as he reached for tools, how his relaxed t-shirt just fit on him, how calloused and thick his hands were, how oddly .....snatched his waist was?

Oh god, you needed to stop checking him out. You were thankful he was too engrossed. But you were in a limbo of figuring out what to do or leaving him to his own devices whilst you.....well, you weren't sure. You didn't exactly want to stop really looking at him or leaving his side either.

As if he could read your mind, he looked over his shoulder and spoke: "....this might take a while. If you want you can go handle some chores or other things you had planned. You can trust me to do the job and not do anything wrong. And if you don't, you know where I live". he quietly laughed out.

You couldn't really speak, instead promptly providing a quick nod and walking out into the hall.

You weren't sure honestly what to do. This whole affair had thrown you for a loop after all. You had plans to be a bit more smooth with your approach, but it didn't go exactly as planned.

A little dejected, you looked at the time on your phone. It was the middle of the afternoon on a Sunday. A bit of an awkward time to do or start anything you think, but suddenly an idea came to you.

"Hey John, I'm heading to the store but I'll be back, don't ruin my house while I'm gone!"

"I won't!"

You rushed to the store, picking up all the ingredients you needed, rushing back home and going directly to the kitchen to get started. What you were cooking needed as much time to cook as you could, so there was no time to waste.

Some odd hours passed, the both of you working away at your respective things. John was always one to get lost in his work. He liked when it occupied his mind and body fully and by the time he was done, he looked out of the window and saw it was dark.

He blinked moderately in shock, got up stiffly, his body also keenly aware of how long he was sitting on his knees working. He took one look at his handiwork, was satisfied, and made his way out into the hallway.

He could make out the faint scent of something warm cooking down the hall, following it until he got to the kitchen, seeing you standing by the stove top tending to something.

You were clearly lost in your own thoughts as you turned around and got startled, almost dropping the ladle in your hand, and slightly clutching your heart.

"JESUS. .......a little warning next time, yeah?????"

He chuckled, a smile instantly coming to his face.

"My apologies." He said with absolutely no hint of remorse at all. "So, living room should be done. Sorry it took so long. Lost track of time. But I wanted to tell you and give it one more lookover before getting out of your hair."

"You kidding? You're doing me a great big favor. You're always helping out the others, and now me, out of the kindness and generosity of your heart? Why would anyone complain about how long something like that takes?"

"Anyways, uh, not to make things awkward, but if you want, I actually made a beef stew. I'm not sure what you like so I can, actually pay you back properly later. But I figured after all that work, maybe a meal wouldn't be too bad...?"

Lord, you thought how more awkward that sounded actually coming out of your mouth and prayed it wouldn't deter him.

What you didn't notice was that John quickly surveyed the kitchen, noticing the strewn bags, the cutting board, and ingredients all around the counter as well as the humble pot that was boiling away on the range.

He noted your hesitance and your nervousness and the air thick with the scent of well-simmered stew. He couldn't stop the soft smile that came to his face and small flush that began to tinge his cheeks and the tip of his nose.

"....actually. I think that'd be lovely. Can't remember the last time honestly I had taken the time to enjoy a hot cooked meal."

You perked when you heard that and instantly went go for the bowls in cupboard, excited to have the chance. But you were probably a little excited and seemed like you were going to be clumsy, he appeared next to you and reached into the cupboard.

"Allow me. Can't have you doing all the hard work after all" he said playfully. (And boy did that make you flustered.)

However, you insisted on being the one to serve the stew. ("Can't have my contractor getting a burn whilst on site, you know. What WOULD the other neighbors think if I hurt their most precious handyman?") But truthfully you wanted to seem impressive, while also being incredibly nervous.

A thousand different thoughts came to your mind as you saw him carefully stand back against the counter, about to take a bite into the hot stew. You stressed if you seasoned it enough, if the potatoes and meat had enough time to become tender, etc., etc.

He took a bite and deliberated a few moments, before getting a few more spoonfuls in.

".....so....uh, how is it?"

"....it's wonderful. Can't remember the last time I had something this good honestly."

You felt your heart lurch. You couldn't really control your expression, but oh god, you were really in it. You were relieved, happy, and just......grateful. Grateful you had this chance.

"Man, that's such a relief. I was really worried if it would be alright with such a short window...."

"It's perfect. Definitely a good meal after some long work. Reminds me a bit of home honestly."

He looked down into the bowl with a soft expression.

"Oh geez, that's so nice of you to say. But I'm honestly glad to hear that. Everyone knows how often you're working and we just never know how to properly thank you. So I figured, maybe this would help."

He looked at you now and had you looked at him then, you would've seen the utterly fond sparkle he had in his eyes. How he held the bowl in his hands like it was the most precious thing he came across, how his ears turned slightly pink, and the slight way he shook his shoulders to indicate his own fidgetiness.

"I'm still so sorry for the last minute nature of it all though. I really didn't mean to take up your day with it."

You were still lost in your own tangent again, unaware of how he felt and what was going on.

"It's fine. I'll always have time to help you. No trouble at all. Especially if it always comes with wonderful food afterwards."

He wanted to also add "...and you." to the end.

But,

Another time he supposed.

A/N: I wanted to try my hand at writing something a little differently and challenged myself to write for one of the hardest people for me to think of things for, Captain Price LOL. So if it's a bit odd, that's why.

I also wanted to try my hand at a different flavor of characterization. I'm not good with smut, but I hope this is still well received and is coherent!

[laundrybiscuits]

(young man what do you wanna be tag | Ch1-2 on AO3)

“Hey, did you and Jonathan tell Will to ask me about—” Steve glances around like the world’s worst spy, and leans close even though they’re the only living souls in the trailer. “About gay things?”

“Uh,” Eddie says. “No? Wait, Jonathan might’ve.”

Steve pushes both his hands through his hair. “Why would you do that! Shit!”

“Again, I did nothing in this scenario,” says Eddie. “I’m pretty sure this one specific thing is not my fault.”

“He asked me about our relationship,” says Steve. “He wanted gay advice.”

Eddie swallows down his first impulse, which is to demand to know whether Eddie’s advice isn’t good enough for Will all of a sudden. “Okay,” he says instead. “What did you tell him?”

“I don’t know! I quit giving Dustin advice on girls, like, years ago! By the time I was Will’s age, I was pretty busy fucking up the only serious relationship I ever had.”

“Sure, maybe, but you can’t think about age that way. It’s like…” Eddie tilts his head. “For a lot of us, there’s a—a late start, right? It’s like a whole different time scale, because we gotta figure ourselves out first. We don’t get the manual to all this shit, so we either waste our time chasing some kind of picket fence life that we don’t actually want, or we just make it up from scratch.”

“Right, cool, okay,” says Steve. “I didn’t say anything like that. I told him to keep his chin up. I—think I called him slugger.”

Eddie pats him on the shoulder sympathetically, definitely not feeling at all vindicated about the fact that he’s clearly winning at gay mentorship. “Could be worse. What did the littlest Byers say?”

“He’s taller than Jonathan now,” says Steve.

“So not the point, sweetheart.” Eddie rolls his eyes. “C’mon, how’d it go?”

“Shit, I don’t know.” Steve huffs out a breath and pushes his hand through his hair. “Not good, I don’t think. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing with that kid. He just wanted to know how I figured stuff out, and like—why I wouldn’t just go with girls.”

“Yeah, uh, on that note,” says Eddie. “Is this a new development? Like.”

He pauses, trying to figure out the exact right arrangement of words.

“Like…” he says, slowly. “I’m just wondering, you know, why it hasn’t come up before. I mean, you already know about me, everybody knows about me. Is it—”

Did you not want me to think—

Did you not want—

“Pretty new, I guess,” says Steve. He lies back, arms folded behind his head, taking up more than his fair share of Eddie’s bed. Eddie climbs over him and takes his usual place tucked up against the wall, keeping a careful distance.

Steve’s parents are leaving again tomorrow, so this might be the last time for a while. It’s not like they won’t be seeing each other all the time; at this point, they’re so tangled up in each other’s lives that it’s not so unusual for them to hang out every day for weeks without even trying.

But it might be the last time for a while that they lie here like this, in a shadowy space where the line between thoughts and words gets slippery enough to cross. Eddie tries real hard not to think of it as anything special; it’s just his stupid fucking heart running away with him, the way it always does.

“Okay,” says Eddie.

After a while, he says, “Goodnight.” Steve doesn’t answer.

———

“Eddie!” Robin hollers from across the store. “We’re enemies now!”

“Okay!” he yells back. “Why?”

“Why do you think, asshole!”

This is getting unsustainable, so Eddie wanders over to the counter where Robin’s cashing out.

“Is it because I’m giving you a ride home out of the goodness of my heart? Unconventional, but I respect that.”

She chucks a balled-up receipt at his head. “Steve, dumbass.”

“Whoa, whoa,” he says, ducking out of the way and holding up his hands like he’s trying to soothe a spooked horse. “I dunno what he told you, but I didn’t do anything to him.”

“Exactly,” snaps Robin.

“Robin,” he whines, switching tactics. “C’mon, don’t be pissed at me. You know you’re my favorite lesbian in the whole wide world. You’re the cheese in my burger, the fries in my shake. My wretched soul cannot bear the weight of your scorn.”

He can tell she’s still trying to be mad, but the corner of her mouth is twitching, so he drapes himself over the counter and wails, “Milady Robin! Say only that you can forgive my dark and unworthy deeds, whatever they may be, or I shall perish right here in this fine establishment.”

“You really don’t know what you did, huh,” she sighs. “God, you’re the worst.”

Eddie peeks up at her through his hair. “Planning to enlighten me any time soon? Or are we going straight to pistols at dawn?”

“We are going to be driving me home,” says Robin. “And we’re going through Taco Bell on the way. We’re still gonna be enemies, but you can purchase a temporary peace treaty for the low, low price of two chalupas and a large Sprite.”

———

“Hey, Harrington, why’s Robin mad at me?”

“Mad at—? Oh. Uh, I think she misunderstood some stuff.”

Eddie groans. “Is this about the fake dating thing again?”

Steve looks a little pained. “Maybe?”

“Byers needs to go his own way! Call it another—lonely day, or—you know what I mean. Buckley can’t take in every wounded baby bunny that stumbles across her path.”

“I don’t think that’s what’s happening.”

“Sure, okay. So, do I need to defend my honor by finding Will a boyfriend or something?” Eddie pauses. “I realize that sounds like an insane scheme, but consider this: it’s still better than Operation Happy Ending, so I’m standing by it.”

“Not cool, man,” calls Argyle from the floor. Eddie has a theory that Argyle likes lying down on the floor because he’s tall. It’s not a very well-developed theory.

“No, no, I’m fully on board with the name,” Eddie assures him. “Baller name. You hit it out of the park on that one, dude.”

“Righteous,” says Argyle. “Appreciate the support.”

“The idea still sucks,” says Eddie. “But that is one hundred percent the fault of Jonathan Byers, and you remain the utterly blameless light of my life.”

A sudden thought strikes him, and he sits up, dislodging Steve’s hand in his hair.

“Hang on, Steve—did you ever actually tell Will that we’re not dating?”

“What? Yeah, of course.” Steve frowns. “Uh, probably? Man, I don’t really remember.”

Eddie shoots him a squinty look, and Steve holds his hands up. “Dude, I don’t know! I wasn’t trying to lie to the kid, there was a lot going on. Don’t know why he didn’t go ask Argyle instead.”

“Oh, he totally did, my bro,” says Argyle. “I think he’s, like, doing the rounds. I just told him not to worry about a thing and let the Lady Fate lead the way. I dunno if he was ready to embrace the Lady, though. He didn't really seem to get it.”

“Fucking great.” Steve leans back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. “Between the three of us, maybe he’ll get some kind of actual goddamn life lesson or whatever.”

“Fuck you, I am an amazing Gandalf. I mean mentor,” says Eddie. "Wait, shit. Does that mean Byers has been getting most of his actual gay advice from me? Holy shit, we can't let that happen. I'm like—the worst possible future for that kid. Steve, you gotta go back and try again."

He smacks Steve's shoulder. "Go back and tell him some real stuff! And tell him we're not dating, or he'll think he has to settle for the first loser that threatens him with a broken bottle!"

"Wait, is that—you don't actually think that, do you?"

"I mean, I'd like to say nobody will ever threaten him with a broken bottle, but Lady Fate works in mysterious ways. And frankly, given his whole…" Eddie waves a diffident hand. "Penchant for sniffing out trouble like a bloodhound after a T-bone, he's definitely going to wind up on the wrong end of a bar fight at least once or twice."

He pauses. "Don't tell Jon I said that, he'll wig out."

"Okay, but like—you know you're not—a loser, right?"

Steve touches Eddie’s back, a warm brush of fingers, and Eddie shrugs uncomfortably. "Just a figure of speech, Harrington. Don't worry your pretty little head about my ego, I'm doing great."

"Hell yeah you are," says Argyle. "Great as Gandalf."

Eddie is like 90% sure Argyle doesn't actually know who Gandalf is, but he appreciates the gesture.

"Thanks, dude," he says, poking Argyle’s head with his foot affectionately. "You're a great Gandalf too. The most Gandalferous."

"Can everyone stop saying Gandalf please," says Steve, so obviously Eddie has to bellow "Gandalf Gandalf Gandalf" right in his ear until Steve puts him in a headlock.

It's a pretty good afternoon.

[crimeronan]

I know you said it felt too depressing, but that Luz school post was actually a lovely breakdown of how school can hurt neurodivergent kids even when their peers and surrounding adults do everything "right." So, thank you.

the post in question

well, thank you for this ask! i was able to go into such detail about luz's accommodations and the administrative help because it was semi-autobiographical. there were several ways my own school admin & some teachers failed me that i'm not gonna give her because it would make me Too Fucking Sad, but there were also a lot of adults who genuinely wanted to help. and kids who would ask me to sit with them at lunch without it feeling like a pity thing. and written plans of Support.

having school admins who are willing to follow a 504 plan and a mother who's willing to threaten legal action if you don't get accommodations is an Enormous privilege. plenty of kids don't have that. but i want luz to have that! and given the sheer level of trauma she's experienced, she's definitely in a position to have adults be kind to her. a lot kinder than they were to her canon self! she has Good Reasons to be weird and maladjusted. you know, not just a dead dad she should be over by now :/

even with people giving me the benefit of the doubt, though, i was A Problem Student. i stayed home when i could and whenever i HAD to go to school, i'd skip class to sit in the bathrooms. i'd have very public sobbing panic attacks in the hallways. i remember at one point i went to math class and one of my peers was like, "whoa, hey!! i thought you dropped out!!" because it had been That Long since i'd actually set foot in the classroom. i never did my homework and i never took good notes. my biggest memory of actually being in high school classrooms is just a loud buzzing whine covering up everything the teacher was saying while i stared at the clock tapping my pencil and counting down the minutes until i could bolt.

AU luz would not skip class. because AU luz is trying to Endure It (TM) for camila's sake. and she thinks there's something wrong with her that's making her bad at everything. surely the classroom environment itself is not torture!

anyway. it was good for me to skip my classes and good for me to make life a Fucking Nightmare for my parents and good for me to drop out and good for me to finish online with a much easier curriculum. there was never any scenario in which Sitting In A Classroom was EVER going to be okay for me, let alone actually HELP me learn.

the self-advocacy got me in a lot of trouble and got me pretty badly hurt, since it's legal to do basically whatever to minors who don't Cooperate (TM). and it made life difficult for other people, too. but it also did ultimately protect me.

sometimes school just sucks. and it can be pretty isolating to constantly hear from people for whom classrooms are Not physical torture, so. i try to be open about my Feelings. fjsjdj

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Typical Stark - Chapter 8

Typical Stark Masterlist

A/N: Remember this series? I’d planned on finishing it earlier but my writer’s block got from bad to worse. These two are FINALLY sleeping together y’all.. enjoy!

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: 18+ finally some smut, fluff.

Word count: 1.8k

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The moving in part seemed to have gone rather smoothly, given that you weren’t too fussy about most things & there was minimum heavy furniture that needed shifting, minus your favourite chair and a few other things.

You sat cross legged on the bedroom floor that Saturday morning, surrounded by your own clothes while Tony made you his famous smoothie.

“Here you go, roomie.” He chirped, traipsing in carrying two glasses before handing you one and taking a seat on the floor next to you.

“Whoa is that a G-string?” Tony reached between the piles of clothes and pulled out your pretty pink panties and smirked as you snatched it away, rolling your eyes.

Every now and then he’d poke you to ask about some item of clothing, mostly lingerie and how he’d like you to wear it on a daily basis.

You went to put a pile of your clothes inside your side of the wardrobe when Tony found your bag of private things which included more of your toys.

“Oh! What do we have here?”

Turning around to find the bag open in Tony’s hand, you ran towards him, eyes wide in horror attempting to grab it from him but he held it out of your reach.

“Tony give it back right now! I swear to God I’ll—”

“Hey I’m not judging! Well, I am, naughty girl.” He laughed heartily at your jumping to get a hold of your not-so-private stuff.

“Alright I’ll give it back on one condition.”

Huffing you crossed your arms and glared at the man.

“What?”

“You let me use it on you...now.”

His eyes darkened; humour replaced with something else now that the idea had been planted in his head. You thought about it for a bit, sure you’d had a lot of fun with Tony before this but you still hadn’t officially slept together yet, surprising as that was.

“Fine! Have at it Stark.”

Raising your hands in surrender, you walked backwards, till the back of your legs found the bed, Tony following you closing the distance before looming over your figure.

He threw the bag and it landed on the bed before pulling you flush against his chest and dipping his head to capture your lips.

The kiss switched from soft to needy in a matter of seconds.

Tony’s fingers tugged on your hair before laying you on the bed and settling between your legs. Eyes taking in your face after you broke apart momentarily, grabbing a vibrator out of the bag before pausing.

“Do you have a favourite toy, Miss Y/L/N?” Tony’s voice was soft yet teasing, that signature smirk matched yours.

“Yep. You.”

Plopping his head on your chest, he chuckled, giving you time to card your fingers through his hair. Something about that carefree laugh made your heart flutter.

“Oh, you’re more than welcome to use me like one.” Tony’s voice came out muffled as he spoke, humming in delight as your ministrations continued. The offer made a thousand scenarios run through your mind.

“I’ll take you up on that, Stark.”

“I go first.” He whispered before letting his hands reach the waistband of your pants, sliding them down slowly before you lifted your hips to aid him.

Tony’s lips found yours again as he resumed the kiss, slow and gentle this time, as if he had all the time in the world. Teasing and tasting you languidly, his lips moulded against yours perfectly, he groaned softly as your fingers found purchase in hair once more.

There was a faintest of smiles on those soft lips that you felt as your tongue peeked out to trace them, prodding them open. When he did, your tongue was pushed down by his own dominatingly while he grabbed your wrists and held them above your head, the grip gentle but tight enough. Your tongues battled against one another, challenging the other to behave but neither of you backed down, the urgency to feel every inch of him overpowered everything else.

Tony’s kisses moved southward as his lips brushed over the side of your face, down your neck where he bared his teeth, grazing them against your skin lightly before sucking on it. A needy whine escaped you as his groin brushed over yours purposely, repeating the action just barely enough for your core to meet his clothed erection.

“What a fucking tease you are…” you breathed; your voice laced with desperation which you poorly covered with annoyance.

“Honey, I’ve barely begun.”

If you could, you’d punch that smug grin off his face but you were at his mercy, mentally cursing yourself for falling prey to those doe eyes. While you were excited to finally be doing this with the man you had fallen hopelessly in love with, there was a part of you that was nervous merely owing to the reputation the guy had.

Though so far, he had been nothing like that alleged playboy image that was projected, so your obsessive thoughts had been silenced by the same doe eyes that more often than not drove you absolutely crazy for all kinds of reasons.

A dull buzzing of the vibrator brought your attention back to where you were, a giggle left your lips when Tony pressed it against your side, rolling it down your thigh before gently nudging your legs open.

“Keep them open for me.” he whispered before slanting his mouth over yours, bruising your lips while your toy inched closer and closer to your core.

Strategically, he placed it over your clit hood, grinning against your mouth while you gasped. The vibrations were mild but persistent at first; as if Tony knew precisely how much to tease it around your outer lips, inching his way over to the bundle of nerves that lay waiting.

The dull buzzing sound of your toy combined with your soft moans filled the room, your hips rising up in accord as the sensations made arousal pool between your legs.

Your eyes fell shut as Tony’s lips trailed down your body, kissing the inside of your thighs while your core was being prepped. He moved the toy away momentarily, caressing your thighs softly.

“Can I have a taste, Y/N?” he asked, ever so polite, though his brown orbs had darkened significantly, mouth inching towards the place you needed him the most. All you could manage was a nod as you watched him hold you legs apart, greedily eyeing what was already his. Reaching down, your fingers found purchase in his soft hair, guiding him where you wanted him.

Your head fell back against the pillows as he made contact with your core, deliberately teasing at first, almost shy before your hips moved to gain more contact, giving him permission for more.

You wanted more, and it had already been enough, the dilemma sent your head spinning as Tony’s mouth closed over you, nose teasing and coaxing your clit while his tongue ran along your slit, relishing the very taste of you as your toy now lay on the side, forgotten. If it wasn’t for Tony’s iron grip, your legs would’ve fallen shut as the sensations took over, desire igniting deep within your belly as he took care of you, coaxing you open for him, relishing in the way your body reacted to him.

“Tony…” you begged, fingers gripping his hair like vice as your orgasm built inside, threatening to spill over. Getting the hint, Tony moved his kisses back up your body, leaving you whining at the loss of contact, much to his glee.

You didn’t waste any time in undressing the man, wanting nothing more than him inside you and that smirk wiped off of his devilishly handsome face.

Lining up against your entrance, Tony gently nudged your nose with his; breaths mingling into each other.

“Look at me, Y/N.” he whispered, his big brown eyes swimming with love and lust in equal measure as your eyes fluttered open.

You felt his cock slowly push in, your slick entrance welcoming the delicious stretch and sting as he filled you, stopping once he was buried to the hilt.

That was it.

The very moment you realised how real it was, and just how badly you’d fallen. You were meant to be. Nothing felt more right than this. You and Tony.

“I love you, Anthony Edward Stark.” You whispered, bringing your hand up to caress his stubbled cheek, watching him lean into your touch with a loving smile on his face.

He dipped his head down to capture your lips in a searing kiss as his hips began moving at a steady pace, making sure you felt each and every thrust as he drove in and out.

Fingers tugging on his hair as he placed open-mouthed kisses against your neck, your walls clenched around his length, causing him to grunt.

“Are you on birth control?” His hot breath against your ear, his thrusts becoming more urgent while his hand snaked between your bodies to rub your bundle of nerves, sending you spiralling towards your orgasm.

All you could do was nod at his question, gripping onto his back for dear life as you came around his cock, hiding your face in his shoulder.

Tony followed soon after his hips stuttered, spilling into you with a breathy moan, holding you close while you returned from your highs.

“So that’s what it takes..” he murmured, still a little out of breath, a lazy smile obvious on his face as he placed small kisses against your collarbone.

“What?”

“Great sex and orgasms to get you to say you love me?” He chuckled, carefully pulling out of you and helping you clean up.

“How do you know I’m not faking it?” You smirked, knowing fully well he knew you were lying.

“Contrary to popular belief, I know you better than you think I do, my sweet.” Tony gave you a self-assured grin, pulling a blanket over your bodies before pulling you close.

You stayed in his embrace, a perpetual smile that somehow refused to leave your face, and a feeling of contentment and happiness that had settled so comfortably.

“We still have a lot to unpack you know..” you murmured, closing your eyes and snuggling close to the man.

“I know. A nap won’t hurt though. I’ll wake you up and put you to work, don’t you worry.”

Tony laughed heartily as you hit him against his chest, mumbling ‘typical Stark’ before grinning yourself, letting sleep take over.

…

Ugh. I love these two.

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I was wondering if we could get a scenario with Canada, Japan and Russia where their darling is freakishly strong, like maybe they’re short in height but aren’t petite and love lifting and stuff. maybe they sneak up behind them and they managed to throw them over making them stunned. thank you !!! <33333

Oooooooh, late-night posting to keep the sadness away haha.

Canada 

While being wrapped in his little world, thinking about what he wants to make for dinner, what chores he has to do….

Matthew failed to notice your footsteps quickly approaching him. You pounced on his shoulders as if they were a balancing beam before completing a flip and landing in front of him. 

“Ta-Da! Hey, Mattie~” The glee in your eyes that you got to showcase your talents. The shimmer in Matthews made all of your training worth it. 

“Hey, Y/N. How are you, eh?” 

“Great, just came from my gymnastics class ready to go home and then maybe ….(insert another hobby you have). Then pass out. But I’m still kinda pumped up & still have a lot of energy to burn so I might just walk around the town then go home.” 

“Maybe I should accompany you. It will be dark soon & you shouldn’t be by yourself.” 

“That sounds like a great idea! Come on, Matthew! It’s the golden hour right now, and I just thought of this awesome sightseeing spot you’d want to check out. It’s on top of this massive hill!” 

You sweep him off his feet and sonic speed yourself to the spot that you are ecstatic to show him. 

“Whoa! Y/N YOU’RE REALLY STRONG! But PLEASE SLOW DOWN EH!!!” 

‘But also, how in the world did she get strong like my brother but much smaller?!?!?’ He’ll wonder what kind of gymnastic classes turn humans into muscular beasts. 

Japan

While gathering his latest manga, sweets, & bottled teas he wanted to devour for the night, Kiku felt a strange disturbance in the distance. He could feel it in the pit of his stomach. 

‘Or am I just hungry ? After all, I haven’t eaten since this morning. Work has prevented me from getting in any delicious meals. Packaged ramen isn’t cutting it like it used to.’ Kiku readied his Yen as he placed his items on the counter so he could check out. Once he left the convenience store, he could hear his stomach let out a loud growl along with a light shock that-

Kiku suddenly felt his body be tossed into the cool evening air. ‘Ah, so my instincts were right. I’m going to die tonight.’ That thought dissipated in the chilly breeze when he landed in your arms. You gently set him down as you expertly caught his manga in one hand and his packaged dango and pocky in the other. Lastly, you caught all three bottles of his unsweetened oolong tea on top of your head, all of which were neatly stacked on one another. 

“Y/N what in ze world are you doring? And rike when the hell did you become that strong??? What, are you a super strong anime girl or something?” 

You laugh at his shock as you place all his things back in his bag. 

“No, I just miss you. It’s been forever since we last hung out. Wanna go grab some soba, sushi, or something? My treat! Also I’ll carry you on my back because you totally look like you’re going to pass out.” 

“Yeah, Y/N that doesn’t sound rike a bad idea.” His stomach growled in agreement. 

Russia 

The rough breeze of the coming winter storm blew in his face roughly and bristled his beige-blonde hair. He was used to the cold that bit into his bones. His violet eyes took in the chambray-colored sky, quickly transitioning to a darkened grey sky. The clouds were thick like mashed potatoes as they encroached on the sky, ready to bring in the first snow of winter. 

As he continued to wander throughout the city aimlessly….

Until you surprise bear-hugged him from behind. The sudden shot of warmth heating up his chilled bones. He also took note of your extremely tight grip. 

“Ah, Hello Y/N nice to see you this afternoon.” 

“Hey, Ivan how are you doing?” 

“Fine, I’m just roaming around before winter sets in and I won’t be able to be outside as much.” 

“Well want to see a few tricks I can do before the ground is completely covered in snow?” 

“Of course.” He adored the many ways you liked to try and entertain him so he wasn’t always so consumed by his soul-crushing job, which isolated him most of the time. 

You started your little routine by backing away and doing a cartwheel. Then, you suddenly paused in your tracks to hold up a ten-second handstand. From there, you transitioned into a forearm balance before flipping over and landing into the perfect splits. Ivan simply watched your little routine in awe. You were flexible and strong. 

“And for my finishing move!” You sprinted back to him and bear-hugged him once more. 

“Do you trust me, Ivan?” You say with a wide smile. 

“Yes?” Unsure of what you were about to do. You picked him up with ease and tossed him five feet into the air. 

“Ah! Y/N!?” You surprised someone as small as you had this type of strength. 

He plopped back down into your strong arms & almost immediately let his huge arms around your neck. 

“Okay. Y/N I was not expecting that.” He was shaky from your surprise. 

“I know.” You giggle. “Let's go get some vodka to calm your nerves.” You skip off with him as Ivan's much larger body is firmly in your smaller one.

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WIP Wednesday

A loud clatter and an ominous change in the room’s orientation brought Danny’s attention back to his surroundings. His body had been harshly throwing itself against its bindings, and the gurney had knocked into a mobile medical cart placed too close to it. Something had fallen on him—a tray, spilling medical tools as it fell—and the way his body had thrown its weight, the bed he was strapped to was now tilting in the opposite direction from where the tray had come from.

Danny had better not be about to die ag—WHOA!

One hand had twisted in its restraint to catch a scalpel as everything fell. After his rough landing, Danny found himself hanging sideways from his restraints. He stared at the scattered tools and fallen tray in front of him while the hand with the scalpel worked to cut through the wrist cuff.

Was… was that intentional? Was this body really just working off instincts? What the hell were these instincts?!

Of course it chose to be hypercompetent now instead of earlier, in the middle of traffic, in the scenario that would have prevented any of this. Well… at least his body was taking care of the restraints; Danny just had to figure out things on his end.

After scanning his system for options, he saw that he’d missed system messages. One was from a sender he’d never seen before. These names were all overlapping, though. Nothing about this afterlife game could be convenient. “System Support,” huh? Right.

So, there was a “Transmigrator Support System”, which he accessed with his screen. That seemed automated by comparison to the email-looking message he’d gotten from Peerless Cucumber. This “System Support” was probably… like customer service? Support for users having issues with the system itself. That was promising.

Danny read the message. His account was no longer under review, so he could actually buy things from the system store now! He really needed to find something that could remove the debuff.

【System Message】 Your preferences have context-sensitive advertisements set to “off”. You can change this setting in the options menu.

And now the system was giving him attitude. Great. Well, it was also hinting that it had a solution, which would be actually great. Since his body was doggedly sawing through his restraints, he should probably find something sooner rather than later.

Actually… why had no one come to check on him? That had made an incredible amount of noise. Why was everything so quiet? Someone had strapped him down and just… left him here? With a bunch of tools?

Danny was pretty sure you didn’t need restraints on people you thought were dead. If most dead people were in his place, the restraints would do nothing because their corpse wouldn’t try to escape. In Danny’s case, the restraints would have done nothing because he was dead. Well. If this irritating system weren’t so fixated on nerfing him, anyway.

Danny’s body thumped to the floor as his mind browsed through pages of items in the system store. His body finished freeing itself and stood. It shivered in his hospital scrubs, and his eyes fixed on the sheet covering the table on the other side of the room. He found himself ambling toward it, and refocused his attention on the world around him.

‘No,’ he thought at his body. ‘Bad! Do NOT take the sheet off a corpse! I don’t care how cold we are!’

The good news was that Danny did not have to wear a sheet plucked off a corpse in the morgue.

The bad news was that it was because whatever was under the sheet started moving before he could get all the way across the room.

But hey, there was more good news! Danny couldn’t control his body, so he didn’t let loose with a high-pitched squeal of terror when presented with this horror movie development! You really had to appreciate the little things when the big things were all terrible.

For instance: his human body was always cold from the way his unreleased ice powers cooled his core temperature, and it wasn’t helped by the cool air of the morgue. That was a terrible, big part of his reality. The small bright spot? Apparently, the chill that ran down his spine at the unexpected movement was even worse than the overall cold, because instead of continuing toward the sheet to warm him up, his body instantly changed course to sprint for the exit.

He couldn’t see whatever was going on behind him, but from the scrabbling noises and soft thumps, he didn’t think that whoever that was had been restrained. Because of course they hadn’t. Why would you put restraints on a corpse?

Danny wished he could punch just like, one thing. For, uh… survival purposes.