#I understand that he wants to fix this but I'm not sure how

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ashes – day 1

his eyes were stuck on you from the second you entered the club.

it wasn't a completely uncommon thing for you to have men staring at you in public places, especially not when you were out with your hot girlfriends, all wearing tiny dresses with hair fixed to perfection. nonetheless, you were more used to the men only ever entertaining the most gorgeous members of your friend group, and men losing interest after an hour of you not giving a shit about their longing gazes.

this specific one, however, didn't seem to understand the meaning behind your actions. nearing three hours after you first stepped into the room, you still caught him eyeing you up whenever you accidentally looked his way. could he not take a hint?

it wasn't like he wasn't hot enough for you – quite the opposite, to be honest. with his defined jaw speckled with just a faint hint of stubble, a smile that made something tighten in your stomach without him even trying, and those baby blue eyes (so bright they could blind you across the room), he could probably bag any girl in the world. he probably has, too, judging by the way he and his friend seem to think that they own not just the club but the rest of the world as well.

you're familiar with the type; likely some type of spoiled sports guys, celebrating a good game or season or whatever. caps on their heads, beer glasses in their hands, top buttons of their shirts undone. you truly couldn't care less.

the guy left your brain for a few moments when it was suddenly your turn to get your group a new round of drinks. you waited by the bar for a minute or two, and when the bartender was done mixing your round, he calculated the price for you before running off to get the card machine.

you really shouldn't have been surprised by the figure appearing by your side. you definitely should have figured out that he would see this as his chance.

"let me pay for the round." you hadn't heard his voice before, but you didn't need to – or want to, for that matter – look at him to know who it was. a mere shake of your head should've been enough, you thought. apparently not. "you're a group of like, what, six people? can't be too expensive, i'll handle it."

"i can handle it, too," you countered.

"i'm sure you can," he started with a chuckle. "but you shouldn't have to."

taking a deep breath, you finally turned to him, feeling the frustration building up in the pit of your stomach when your eyes met his because who allowed him to be this breathtaking up close? "i'm not looking for some sugar daddy, so you can leave."

his jaw dropped slightly at this, eyes widening and cheeks growing pink – or were they always that color? was it due to the alcohol or just the proximity to you? – but then he shook his head slightly to recover. "that's not what i meant," he said, and you almost believed the genuine glimmer in his gaze. "i just wanted to do something good, i don't know. i'm sorry if that came out wrong."

you couldn't help but nod at this, the corners of your lips curling up at the sight of his hand scratching the back of his neck. "don't worry about it," you assured him, wanting- needing to look away, but not finding yourself able to. he looked young, probably around your age instead of the typical nasty old men who liked to pick up pretty girls and brag about their wallets. his eyes were kind, gentle, the different shades of blue swirling around like a rough sea; easy to get lost in. the brown curls that poked out at the back of his cap were unruly yet soft, and in a weak moment, you found yourself wondering how it would feel to pull your fingers through them.

the bartender interrupted your moment – you weren't sure if only seconds had passed or if it had been minutes, hours – and a breath of relief escaped from you at the beep from the card machine after you tapped your phone against it. at the same time, you really didn't want to go back to your friends. you could spend your whole lifetime just staring at the man in front of you without being bored for even a second. you hadn't yet realized the spell you were under, or just how willing you'd be to agree to anything for him.

after making sure that the drinks were safely transported to your table, the man managed to lure you with him to his own table instead. most of his friends were gone by now, searching for single girls on the dance floor, and the three that were still sat there were too invested in a heated discussion about football to care even the slightest about you two.

he introduced himself as jack, 23 years old but turning 24 in the spring, the middle of three brothers. when you questioned him about sports, wanting to confirm your premature suspicions, he laughed and confirmed that he indeed "works with hockey", but never went any further than that. instead, he asked for your name, told you that it was beautiful and asked where you got it from. he asked to hear about your studies, seemingly authentically curious about your boring homework and annoying lecturers. he asked about your family, your childhood, your dreams.

no matter what story you told, he listened with great intent, that boyish grin permanent on his lips and a laugh never far away. jack looked at you like he was already in love with you; a look you're sure he has practiced for ages.

but at this point, you honestly didn't care.

after this, everything went by in a blur. one second, you were still just sitting on that couch in the club, chatting about anything and everything. the next, you were making out in the back of an uber, his calloused palms searching every inch of skin they could reach under your shirt. the next, your back met the covers of the bed in his apartment, dazed eyes watching as this masterpiece of a man climbed on top of you and leaned down to seal his lips against yours yet again.

his fingers left imaginary traces along your skin, his lips then following the path they'd drawn. you'd been in this position before, sure, but this sensation was new – something about him made it so different from anything you'd felt before. his touch drew out shallow breaths and sweet noises from you as he discovered your body, helping him understand how to please you the way you wanted.

the time spent with jack went on for hours, yet it was over in mere seconds. when he held you against his chest, you wanted nothing more than to stay there forever, to rest your head against him until the world collapsed under your feet, to feel his skin against yours until the end of time.

but you knew that couldn't happen.

so as soon as his low snores filled the air, when his breath became steady and you were sure he was asleep, you swiftly fled from his grasp.

getting dressed in a tight dress and your previously discarded underwear after a night like this was always awkward, and leaving a gorgeous man alone in his big bed always sucked. but you had no other option.

after closing his front door behind you quietly, you let out a deep sigh, as if to let go of what had just happened. you couldn't afford to let it stay on your mind, you couldn't obsess over it. there was no point. if you were lucky, you would never have to see him again.

unfortunately, luck has never really been on your side.

[jynzzn]

Why can't you be like her? cyj.

Pairing : boyf!yeonjun X fem!reader

Synopsys : when his ex name slips off his mouth ( wow wow )

Genre : angst.

Warning : swearing here and there. Happy ending ( yeay ).

wc : 1.1k

note: not proofread.

It was Saturday evening , you and Yeonjun have a dinner date together because it's your anniversary. Anniversary. He's waiting for you to be ready in the living room while scrolling through his phone. What he felt like eternity, he looked at the time.

" where is she? " He huffed , tapping his foot impatiently looking rather displeased and annoyed.

" yn! Hurry up! " He said , his tone is impatient. Why are you taking so long to get ready? It's just a dinner. He thinks to himself. Mina would never let him wait this long. She would always be ready in time.

Meanwhile , you're just making the final touch. Looking at yourself in the stand mirror in the room to make sure you look all good and ready. You look beautiful as ever with your hair down and the dress he claimed to be his favourite whenever you wear it until you heard yeonjun from the other room. You sighed and look at the time , still have an hour left plus the restaurant wasn't even that far from where you live. Why is he always in a rush?

" coming! " You finally said and take your purse. Walking over to the door and opened it , heading out as you see yeonjun's sitting on the couch with his eyes narrowed while looking at something in his phone. He didn't notice you at first until you finally come up to his vision , he look up.

" what are you wearing? is this what you'll be wearing? " He asks , maybe he just forgot that he said this is his favourite? You just wanted to wear it for him to make it special since it's your anniversary.

" do you not like it ? "

" it looks bad on you. Do you want guys to hit on you? Why can't you just be like Mina and understand what I like and what I don't? "

The mentioned of Mina suddenly turns everything in your head 360. Why did he need to mention about his ex all the time?

" what's the need of mentioning her all the time? Mina here , Mina there. She fucking cheated on you for fuck sake." You snapped , it's true , Mina... cheated on him but that can't be the reason why he keeps on bringing her up. He doesn't move on yet? He said he did. " All the time we've been together you keep on mentioning her here and there. Wake up and fucking move on."

" I moved on alright?! It just slipped out from my mouth from time to time. It's not my fault you're not like her." He muttered.

" what the fuck yeonjun? Is that what you claim to move on from her? Not my fault I'm not her? are you hearing yourself? You sound crazy like a fucking pathetic ex who doesn't know how to move on. She fucking cheated with your own bestfriend. You caught them yourself in your bed that you used to share together , yet you keep bringing her up everytime. What? You love to get hurt by someone who doesn't deserve you? "

All the words you've been holding back all these times just come out from your mouth. He needs to know the truth and the things you've been bottling up to yourself , right? He deserves to know he's such an asshole who keeps on thinking about his ex.

He doesn't say anything because he know that you're right. Why did he keep on talking about his ex when she cheated on him? Why would he even talking about her when he got you? The one who deserves him right? He doesn't even know he answer. So he just stay silent and keep his head down.

" I'm not going anymore." You stated.

His head snapped back up when you said those words to look at you who's walking towards the bedroom looking rather disappointed by his actions. He needs to fix this.

" Wait- " He said as he goes after you but that's too late when you already close the door. " fuck , what have I done?" He muttered to himself , thinking of a way to fix all this. He needed to change and he needed you in his life. He can't let you walk away.

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It's been hours since and you haven't left the bedroom , yet , he keeps on knocking the door saying how ' sorry ' he is. Atleast he did say sorry to you right ?

" yn , baby , how long you're going to ignore me? I'm sorry , I really am. Please open the door and talk to me. " His tone pleading almost begging at this point. Safe to say he's actually begging to you to open the door and talk to him again.

What to be like eternity to him , you finally open the door and he immediately looks up seeing how puffy your eyes are probably from crying earlier which didn't go unnoticed by him even if he's outside the room. He sigh , knowing it's his fault and he hated the fact it's his fault.

Slowly and gently he walks closer to you , cupping for cheeks. " Baby , look at me. " You're uncertain at first but decide to just look at him and his heart feels hurt to see the sadness in your eyes. " I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said her name and all the things I've been saying to you earlier. You don't need to be like her , it's not your- " He paused , considering his next words before continuing.

" no fuck that , you're already perfect , baby. You don't need to be like her because you're never going to be her you're way much better than her. My pretty little angel. "

Your heart flattered at his words. His voice giving out the sincerity and he really mean what he said and you know it. How can you not anyway?

" I'm sorry , baby. It will never happen again if it did then you can hit me. Swear. "

" I might take up that chance you know." You replied along with a chuckles that left from your lips. He smile after seeing you laugh. He love it. He loves when he can make you smile again.

" I wouldn't mind one bit if you did, "

" but I really meant what I said. You're perfect , you're everything that I want. I don't want to let you go ever. I love you , baby."

" I love you too , jun "

Upon hearing your words , he doesn't miss a chance to leaned in , kissing your lips passionately. It's like the kiss is telling how sorry he is and how he loves you deeply. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pull you close to him until your body pressed against each other. Eventually , he pulled back after , resting his forehead against yours as he look at you. " do you know you look pretty when you cry? Make me wanna make you cry because of something else "

" jun , wh- hey! " Basically , you couldn't finish your words when he sweep you off your feet and laugh when you protest. " I'm just kidding , for the half of it. "

" oh fuck you "

" Bet. "

jynzzn note : my brain works better to write at night ( for the most of it ) it's supposed to be likes very short one but I guess that's not how it goes now 😭😭?? But I hope you enjoy this..I don't know what to call it.

030125

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Roosterwhale behind the cut; "the one where Kryptonians have omegaverse genders, but nobody told Match". (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Mm,” Superman murmurs, sitting down on the armrests and stroking his hair again. “You’re taking it hard this cycle, aren’t you. I don’t think I’ve seen you fall in it this deep so quick since the first time.” 

Match has an odd, inexplicable urge to push him away, or to just squirm away from the armrests and Superman’s hand and–hide, somehow. How is that . . . why is . . .

He doesn’t understand what’s making him want to do that. 

But–Superman smells safe, still, and that’s . . . that’s distracting. Confusing. It’s . . . 

“Mm,” Match says, mostly in echo of Superman saying it, though he forgets . . . whatever else Superman said. It didn’t sound as full in his head, so he doesn’t remember. He doesn’t know if he’s supposed to, or . . . 

“Don’t worry,” Superman says gently, still stroking his hair over and over. Match doesn’t understand why he’s doing it. Doesn’t understand why he even did it the once, much less why he’s still doing it. “Your sem-zahm'll be here soon. Just a couple excuses to make first.” 

Match feels heavy and sleepy and blurred, but the only thing that sounded full in his head was . . . 

“. . . sem-zahm,” he mumbles, tightening his grip on the pillow and digging his fingers into it. That was–the thing that sounded “full”. 

“Yes. And the zehdh-voi will take care of you, same as always,” Superman says, steady and reassuring, and then the corner of his mouth quirks up wryly. “Just try not to disassemble too much of the Fortress this time, mm?” 

“. . . yessir,” Match tries, not sure why he . . . is there a reason he’d disassemble the Fortress? A reason Superboy would’ve? That seems–stranger. That Superboy would’ve. 

“Kon,” Superman says, softening again and petting his hair more heavily. Match–Match just melts. Melts into something warm and heavy and useless and–and–

Useless. He’s–he– 

Match’s stomach knots, and roils, and suddenly feels worse than the cramps ever made it. He–he can’t be–he can’t be useless, he–he can’t be useless, if he’s useless he– 

“Kid?” Superman asks, stilling the hand he has in his hair and sounding concerned. “What’s wrong?” 

“Won't help me. Won't,” Match chokes roughly without even meaning to open his mouth, screwing his eyes shut and locking all his muscles with his TTK before he can–react. Before he can let anything else show. Superman can already tell he’s–how can Superman tell he’s wrong, what did he do, where did he–why is he–“Can't think right, m’all stupid, no use if I'm stupid, m'degrading, just gonna degrade and get scrapped and won't even be good enough to use the parts from, not–not worth anything if m'stupid–useless if I’m–if I’m–” 

“Kid,” Superman says again as he leans in a little, and the eucalyptus smell fills up the whole world, but–but it’s still– “You’re not stupid. Remember? This is normal. We'll take care of you and you'll feel better after it’s over, just like always.” 

“No,” Match croaks, and is shocked and disgusted and terrified to realize he’s this close to tearing up, and why–why can’t he shut up–“No. Not worth the investment. Not worth fixing. Results weren't good enough, experiment was a waste of resources. Stupid to indulge in the sunk-cost fallacy. I’m stupid. I can't be stupid, I have to be good enough.” 

“You’re not any of those things, Kon,” Superman says quietly, smoothing his hair back off his forehead. 

But he’s not saying that to Match. 

Superboy’s not the one who’s degrading, Superboy’s not the one who’s useless if he’s stupid, Superboy’s not here and–and Superboy–Superboy Superman might actually bother to fix, maybe. He’s done it before, for whatever reason Superman does anything. He’d even tried to get him to help him do it before. 

But Match didn’t help him, so even if Superman could fix him, he won’t. 

They’ll let him degrade ‘til he rots and then they’ll throw him away and won’t even use the scraps of him, he’ll just be nothing, nothing, nothing, he’s not a person so he’ll just be dead, gone, he isn’t going to leave anything behind, not a soul or a ghost or a single ripple in the world. There isn’t an afterlife or anything like that that’d take him even if there’d be something left to take, but–but there won’t, because there isn’t, because he’s not a person and he’s never even tried to be so he’ll just be–nothing, he’ll be nothing and it’ll never have mattered that he happened at all, nothing he’s done will ever have mattered, he was just a mistake, a waste of resources, a failed result, a bad and useless thing that never, ever mattered for anything or–or to any–anyone. 

He can’t even degrade right. 

He should’ve told his handlers he was. Should’ve told the doctors. Told a guard or–just someone. Told someone, so they could scrap the plan and adapt and schedule his–his autopsy, or necropsy, or dissection, so they could maybe build something less useless next time; something that could actually serve the Agenda’s purpose. 

Not out of any of his DNA, though. So maybe he isn’t even useful enough for that. 

Match’s eyes are burning. They’re probably rotting. Degrading. His vision’s all blurred and his eyes are burning and he can’t even breathe right, or maybe even at all, and he–he– 

Superman’s saying something, Match realizes from some small, crushed-down place inside himself where there isn’t even anywhere to go anyway, where there isn’t even really a place. There’s nothing inside him, so why would there be? He’s not–he’s– 

Superman’s–been saying something, Match realizes. 

“Kid,” Superman says tightly. “Look at me.” 

Match doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to even be here. Doesn’t want to even be anywhere.

But Superman told him to, and he does.

[atangledfate]

Tangle erfed at the bonk and rubbed her head! Having no idea what she got bonked at first! But the explanation made her grumble! why couldn't magic fix all her real problems! She crossed her arms and her tail swished in annoyance but she didn't get it nor understand the problem or the dangers! She just wanted a sandwich summoning spell! a spell to give her endless sammiches! it would be the ultimate in magic spells!

" but but... SANDWHICH magic... my hopes and dreams... dashed on the roks... "

She was just being dramatic, and Lanolin flicked her nose to snap the lemur out of her drama. Shaking her head Lanolin just turned her attention back to Reyna shaking her head. This was what she dealt with day in and out. she knew Tangle was mostly just joking around and trying to get a laugh. It was just part of her personality, but she never knew when to quit!

Luckily the library wasn't to far away and Lanolin was just impressed with how big it was! As a book work he eyes sparkled with a rare show of excitement! It wasn't often that Lanolin got an excuse to go to the library these days and this was her mission? she quickly got her senses back under control and coughed a moment as if that made it less obvious.

" Let's... start with history, geography, and move from there... but i think Duo is right a book on common languages would be good to. Translation spell is nice but, knowing a language itself could be useful in the future "

✋I'll check into there worlds Military Strategies, you can learn alot about a culture based on there military. ✋

" ...I think i'll just look around? Ain't been in a library in a long while. besides i am kinda curious what Rivelon's idea of fiction is..."

" I'll see if i can find some techie books... compare our technology as best i can... though i'm not sure how that'll go... "

Even Reyna can't help rolling her eyes at Tangle's reason. She gives the Lemur a light tap on the head. "That's not how summoning magic works. You'd still need to make the sandwich to summon it. You can't learn Source magic either, so the creation magics would be out of your depth." She tells it like it is. She just frankly does not like people misunderstanding magic so easily. She then looks to Duo for his question.

"As for the translations, don't worry. The library itself is enchanted to translate the words on the books to a language you understand. We do still have translation books otherwise, in case you wish to read some of them at home." She explains. She then continues leading the group into the library. It wasn't far from where they were, as they reach it in just a few minutes.

Outside it was rather large, but inside was far bigger. Rows upon shelves upon columns of books. It seems like magic is also used to make it bigger on the inside than the outside. There was more than a few tables, chairs, and comfy couches to sit down and read on. The sections had signs that the others could read, detailing what was in each area. Geography, History, Arts, Cultures, and a room over was dedicated to just magic.

[capyphoenix]

Thoughts:

- fia didnt know k was coming to the gala nor was she supposed to come and was informed last minute so they added her seat right next to max because where else would she sit

- they broke up, she found out about the baby in brazil and got back together during Portugal summer vacay and thats when she told him because a) the wedding was before that (if my memory serves me right, she was in brazil alone, went back to Monaco and they left for Portugal after that) and she looked miserable during the wedding b) first pic of him holding her belly (insert pic of her holding his hand over it and a wine glass in her other hand at lunch) c) she kept going on and on about that vacation being the best and the happiest time ever

- he knew/knows he fucked up big time thats why he didnt tell his family right away (maybe he told them they broke up and didnt know how to explain why they got back together) and jos probably found out because max was acting too anxious or weird as if he's hiding something huge and thats how he knew, in the interview jos said that he knows max too well and felt it before he told him.

- the miracle baby stuff is bullshit mg is saying and making up since the baby was sent by a fate (🤮) to manipulate max to think that it's a sign they're meant to be or some narcissitic bullshit similar

- max wanted to have alone time with his mom and sister and explain everything (why he's informing them his gf is pregnant 6 months later to be more specific) and hoped he would fix their relationship but miss attention couldnt handle not being the center of attention and came unexpected and uninvited

- from the race day in qatar, I think vic and sophie realize and understand more than ever how much they're not in max's life anymore and won't be doing any effort moving forward+ I think Max also realizes how bad the situation is

- k was dying for people to know she's pregnant during the season but since max's family didnt know she couldnt do anything, in Qatar she rushed to go last minute since they now know, she came to the race, made sure the big gossip page posted about it so she can convince max to reveal it during the last week-end so she can have her moment of glory (i can imagine her saying sm like "omg people caught on we have to put it out there")

- max is pushing her to be more private (ever since the scandal with pov) and with the pregnancy thats why she's not posting as much as she did with p and she makes her friends post in advance so people will still talk about her and she posts later to act as if it's not her doing (yes im talking about the polaroids because how does someone post a nye story filled with "cute" couple pictures of her friend, like cmon be less obvious)

- i think he's on automode trying to figure out what to do with himself because bro looks lost, everything contradicts itself, the whole thing is a pr disaster and he knows he looks like a hypocrite

- prediction : she won't post the baby because thats "demure" and what celebs are doing aka hailey and gigi for example but I can see her either not being able to not do it or have her friends do it for her (and I think this might be the breaking point for Max in both scenarios)

YALL the situation is so messy and something is for sure going on behind the scenes. I'm trying to find a logical pov into the whole circus but it's HARD. I'll be back with more and i'd love to know what u guys think!

Yes yes yes

Except the not posting the baby part. Because no way in hell can that bitch resist.

[angelsdean]

ruthlessly deleting old 2021/2022 posts (not by me) from my dean studies tag like *click* un-incorporating that from my beliefs system! also the way SO many posts have me like ok uh-huh good aaand then say one completely wrong thing that loses me. it's so many posts.

[tenwhiteandalusians]

and then no one said anything about the fact that if i watched ONE MORE episode tenax pulls a "i'm not angry i'm just disappointed i'm hurt" about scorpus signing with the white faction.

[cordelianewman]

I don't really know how I did it for the whole month, it was especially last minute, and then having to do that with not one, not two, but four elves because I wanted the older boys to still feel like they were part of the magic, even if they understood what was happening. Think the appreciated it more than they're willing to verbalize, and that's okay with me. You could have easily fixed that with putting the elf in a cast and a little note stating he broke his leg and can't move for three weeks -- I honestly considered doing that at one point, but I'm pretty sure I would have been judged hard by Colton and Shawn. I won't pretend that I'm very relieved the elves have gone back 'home' for the season and won't return until next year. Only my littlest and youngest one wasn't impressed and didn't fully understand and that landed me buying two of the elves stuffed reindeer to surprise the girls with later on after Christmas because apparently I'm a sucker. Still, I'm pretty proud of how it all came out and had an amazing Christmas all the same. How was your Christmas, Everett?

"Honestly, you have a hell of a lot more patience than me. I would've given up after the first five days and then everyone would've been screaming because the elves were broken or whatever complaint they have when the elves don't get moved. Don't get me wrong, it's a cute concept, I'm just thankful that it wasn't popular when Isla was a child because there's no way I would've ever been able to keep up with it. And you bought one for every child? Does that mean you have to do that many ideas or are all the elves doing something different every night? I don't know if you're kids are crafty, but, maybe you can have them draw something that you can have the elves do? Maybe say some sort of little 'enchantment' or wish that whatever the object is will become real. I imagine if you went that route you'd only have to really cut out the paper and attach it to the elves? Actually on second thought I think I'm just putting more work on you, but maybe you can do something that they can help be involved in or something."

[choccorin]

i think they're very similar ..

[tardis--dreams]

Feeling homicidal at work today ♡

[sheyshen]

Something I want to build on with vincent at some point is how much the years of being an adventurer has taken a toll on him. he spent so long just being angry at the world but as he gets closer and closer to carteneau he does start recognizing how reckless he's been and the mistakes he's made over the years. friendships (especially with layla and nhea) helping him get a little closer to how he used to be before finally stopping and trying to do better for himself when he loses his leg. and the fact that guilt has really solidified in him to still make him push himself in his healing rather than combat (though sometimes still pushing himself too far) and how the years of treating himself like a weapon have taken a toll on his mind (he has terrible nightmares that only a select few have been able to help him through it)

[running-in-the-dark]

ugh. my father-in-law was here today to fix a couple small things, and it was so annoying. he hasn't been here since we finished moving in and all of that (because we visit my in-laws all the time, it's not like we never see them), and I forgot just how draining it is. it's just that overwhelming energy of a man who thinks he knows everything about everything. it's. a lot. I don't like it. I feel like I've just had a panic attack even though I haven't.

[theocddiaries]

Clark: Gosh, I had the opportunity of a lifetime and I wasted it. I'm such an idiot… Bruce: Oh, honey. You're not. Hey, what do you need? Anything, you name it. Dick: You could turn on the air conditioner. Bruce: I wasn't asking you. And I haven't gotten it fixed yet. Dick: You kidding? What does this family have against comfort? Bruce: The day has 24 hours, and I have 5 kids, the assholes in disguise who go out every fucking night to wreck this goddamned city, and now Clark's life crisis to add, okay? Do the math. Jason: He can't. He failed math. Bruce: You what? You failed math? Dick: You are dead. Jason: And you are dumb. He has to make it up in summer. Bruce: Summer? We're supposed to go to the lake next month! You just messed up the whole summer, Dick! Tim: I got all A's! Bruce: [soft]. Oh, baby, that's great. But I'm yelling at Dick right now. [Yells]. What the fuck is wrong with you?! How could you fail math? Dick: Because of the absences. Bruce: Absences? What absences!? I drop you off every morning! Dick: Yeah, you drop me off at the door. It’s another thing that I actually cross through the door. Bruce: Oh, you want to be a smartass? That's it. You're grounded without Nightwing, without Barbara, without acrobatics, and without anything you like. Want to make me miserable? Let's be miserable together! Dick: That's not fair! Bruce: Like hell is not! You're gonna have your nose in a book this whole summer, if I have to glue it to your goddamn face! You understand me? Am I speaking plain English, or did you flunk that with absences, too? Dick: No, I went to enough classes and I got a D-plus in English! Bruce: Oh, a D-plus! Well, let's have a fucking parade! Clark: Bruce… Bruce: I'm gonna hire a whole band for you, darling! [Imitates drums]. ♪ Three cheers for my D-minus son! ♪ Dick: D-plus! Damian: I'm sure your crisis seems insignificant now, right? Clark: Yes, that's why I moved here in the first place. Jason: So did I.

[eudaimaniacs]

cherry (old! logan howlett x female reader)

character/universe: logan howlett/wolverine (x-men/marvel)

word count: 1.7k words

warning/s: full-on smut (minors, dni). loss of virginity and age gap

notes: i have a headache from swimming yesterday but still managed to finish this in a day (so it's not proofread). i have tons of requirements to do so i may do an occasional small imagine once in a while. anyways, enjoy!

You started dating Logan six months ago, and when the conversation about sex came up, you shamefully admitted that you're still a virgin. You didn't want to look like a little girl to the older man since you knew that he had dated and slept with numerous women in the past. When you let out those three words of truth, you expected him to break up with you. However, Logan smirked and remarked how he hadn't fucked a virgin for a long time.

So, it was a matter of waiting for you to lose your virginity to Logan.

You went to your close friends for sex advice. They weren't experienced with the topic but teased that you're going to fuck an old, attractive man. With a few good luck, you readied yourself for the day Logan will take your virginity. You didn't bother searching online since watching porn made you cringe. Additionally, the boys you dated were either clueless or too eager only fuck you. Logan wasn't like them; he cared and didn't date you because you were innocent and pretty.

One night, when you stayed at Logan's house, you decided to lose your virginity finally. You wore a white lace-trimmed tank top with black pajama shorts. You used the cherry lipgloss you bought for this occasion to make the night extra special. Logan donned the wifebeater tank top you loved. His salt-and-pepper hair and beard made him extra sexy, or maybe it was the age gap.

You two cuddled on the queen-sized bed you cleaned before this night. The softness of the pillows and the blankets didn't lessen your anxiety. With you touching his chest and Logan snaking his hand around your waist, you waited for the opportunity to bring up the conversation about sex again.

"Logan, honey? I have something to ask you," you whispered as you scratched his chin.

The older man hummed in agreement as he waited for your question.

Finding the right words, you blurted out, "Are you ready to have sex with me tonight?" With wide eyes and a beating heart, you hoped Logan wouldn't notice your nervousness.

He chuckled and kissed your cheek. Logan remarked, "I'm ready when you are, princess."

Your gaze softened as Logan agreed to have sex with you. However, it dawned on you that you didn't know how to start. Were you supposed to pleasure Logan first, or is he the one who should do it first? Should you take off your clothes when does it too? Who goes first? Who comes second? Your mind raced with the inexperience you didn't bother to fix.

"What's the matter, [Y/N]?" Logan noticed that you weren't taking action. You didn't want to admit you didn't know what to do. What if Logan wasn't attracted to your inexperience? What if he hated how awkward you are at initiating sex?

You took a deep breath before admitting to Logan, "I'm n-not too s-s-sure what to do, Logan. I tried to, you know, do my research about sex. S-so I'm sorry if I seem to be aw-"

Logan cut you off before finishing to tell him the truth. He sat up and rested on the headboard. The older man commanded you to take a seat on his lap. You quickly followed and rested your head on his chest. The beat of his heart assured you that Logan would be understanding about your anxiety about sex.

"It's okay, [Y/N]. You don't have to worry about having sex for the first time. I'm here to guide you. Remember when I told you how I hadn't fucked a virgin for a long time? I want your first time to be special, [Y/N]," Logan softly whispered as he caressed your back to relieve you.

You giggled and raised your head to kiss his neck gently. Logan chuckled at your sudden, playful attitude after assuring you everything would be okay. You pushed up your chest against his, and the older man seethed as he saw your breasts.

"Look at you now. You're now teasing me with your boobs. I thought you were nervous," Logan chuckled as he massaged your butt. You gave him a beck before replying, "Maybe you cast a spell on me, honey. I got a bit fired up with that sweet talk you did."

Logan lifted your chin and saw your glossy eyes accompanied by the cherry lipgloss. Your innocence, mixed with playfulness and the cute face and outfit you had, made Logan's heart race. He couldn't believe that you trusted him to be your first time. His rough, veiny hands caress your shoulder as he toys with the thin strap of your top. Your breath hitched up at the older man's soft and sensual action. You touched his chest to support yourself and felt your pussy wanting to be touched.

You slowly rubbed your clothed vagina on his black denim jeans as Logan went under your top to grope your breasts. You let out a shaky moan as you chased your high. Logan smirked as he saw your face contorting at the newfound pleasure.

"Let me do something, princess. Lay down for me," Logan grabbed your thighs, leading you to stop rubbing your pussy against his jeans. You were unsatisfied that he prevented you from chasing your climax. However, you were equally excited about what he would do next. You lay down on the bed as Logan told you and waited for his following action.

Logan kneeled at the end of the bed and asked, "May I take off your shorts, princess?" His rough hands caress the softness of your covered thighs. You slowly nodded, not wanting to keep Logan waiting for your response. He chuckled and reassured you that he would always be patient with you. You felt Logan sliding off your black pajama shorts, and you lifted your legs for him to take it off easier. The older man sucked his teeth as the sight of your lacy pink panties appeared.

Your heart was beating fast since you were one undergarment away from exposing your pussy. Logan pushed the fabric to the side and smelled your arousal. Sweet. He slowly circled your clit and licked your pussy to taste you. Logan moaned as he ate you; he wanted to do it fast as he had never tasted a virgin pussy before. However, knowing this was your first time, he took it slow. Your eyes rolled back at the sensation of Logan's tongue pleasuring you. You grabbed the bedsheets and screamed his name.

As you felt your stomach twisting, Logan stopped and wiped his lips coated with your arousal. You curved your eyebrows in disappointment as Logan continued teasing you. You whined about how he should stop it and remarked that you wanted to orgasm badly. Logan grabbed the hem of your tank top, telling you to take them off. He fondled your breasts and kissed you.

Logan shushed you and whispered, "I'm only prepping you, princess. I'm now going to give you the real thing." He stood up and unbuckled his belt for his massive penis to escape. You gasped at the length of it. How is it going to fit you? You were both hungry and scared of the enormous cock staring at you.

"Don't worry, [Y/N]. I'll take it slow, and you tell me if I need to take it out. Got it, princess?" Logan stared at your lust-filled eyes, waiting for your approval. You whispered a soft yes as you braced yourself for his length to push in. Logan grabbed your hips as he slowly entered inside of you. Your eyes suddenly opened at the foreign sensation penetrating you.

You let out a few tears but remained strong as you didn't want to embarrass yourself by tapping out. Logan saw it and whispered, "[Y/N], are you okay? Do I need to take it out?"

You shook your head and responded, "I'm okay, Lo. I need to adjust a bit to your length." Logan heartily chuckled as he rested his head beside your neck. You hugged his back and waited for the pain to subside. Taking a deep breath, you let out a small moan, signaling Logan to pick up the pace.

Logan started to thrust slowly and made sure that you weren't crying because of the pain. He lifted himself and pounded you. You grabbed his chest as you felt the shape of his dick molding your pussy. You screamed his name and told him how good it felt. Logan saw your bouncing tits and squeezed them.

"Lo-Logan, please kiss me. P-please, I need you to kiss me," you panted as you grasped the sheets. Logan leaned in to passionately kiss you. He tasted the sweetness of cherry lipgloss and let his tongue in. You scratch his back as you feel your high coming.

"I'm a-about to-fuck. I'm cumming, Logan!" You screamed as the older man quickened his pace to reach his high, too. You cried out pleasure as you felt his dick growing inside of you.

Logan hungrily kissed your neck and groaned at the sensation of your tightness. He went wild as he sensed his orgasm chasing him. You grabbed his hair to brace yourself from the immense pleasure coming.

"Let go, princess. Fuck, I'm close too. Come on, princess. Cum for me," Logan moaned as he quickly pounded for the two of you to release. You felt a wave of pleasure crashing over you as Logan did one effective thrust. You screamed out his name as your legs went numb at the pleasure.

Logan stayed inside of you as he released his cum inside of you. He pulled out to see the sheets stained with blood and your once-virgin pussy leaking with his cum. The older man kissed your forehead and grabbed a towel at your dresser to clean you up.

"How was it, princess? Was it good?" Logan asked as he gently wiped your thighs. You sat and rested your head on the board to look at him better.

You giggled and replied, "That was the best, Logan. I couldn't have asked for anything better." He softly grinned and leaned in to give you a soft, deep kiss. Logan savored the sweet taste of the cherry lipgloss. You hummed as he continued kissing you. And as the night became darker, the two of you slept soundly as the imprint of your gloss and virginity marked Logan and his warm cum filling you.

eudaimaniacs - 2024

[koling2345]

Grumpy

fem!reader X Simon Riley

Summary: You're always grumpy in the morning, and Simon always 'fix' it.

Tw:Smut, unprotected sex.

A/n: First time posting here, just because this man doesn't leave my mind😭 This masked man😣 Sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language

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By then Simon knew that you were far from being a morning person, on the contrary, you hated waking up early with all your soul.

But over time he learned to get used to you, waking you up with a session of kisses and hugs, pampering you until you improved your mood a little.

But nothing worked better than having his cock deep inside you, sliding in and out of your pussy, moving in a tantalizing way.

‘Fucking spoiled brat’.” Simon growls in your ear, his tattooed arm wrapped around you, balancing you as he fucks you from behind.

He wasn't angry with you, far from it, after all, how could he be angry when you moaned so sweetly for him? Your head buried in the pillow as you whimpered, calling his name again and again.

It was obvious that you couldn't form any coherent sentences given that he was pounding into you like crazy, but he knew you were loving it, since you were squeezing him almost painfully hard.

“You just need a cock to start the day, don't you?” He teased as he gave you a particularly sharp thrust, eliciting a loud whimper from you.

You were already a mess, you'd cum once while he was massaging your clit, now you were approaching the second time while he was fucking you hard.

He was all honeyed with your fluids, his cock base had a ring of liquids formed on it, all your sweet juices staining it.As if that wasn't enough, you also couldn't deny that the weight of him on top of you turned you on in a frightening way, just feeling his huge, muscular body covering yours, you felt your cunt clench around his dick.

By this point Simon had stopped trying to understand whatever strange language was coming out of your mouth, because you weren't making any sense.

The only coherent thing coming out of you were moans and whimpers, nothing else.Your mind only became an even bigger mess when Simon started kissing and nibbling your neck, one arm supporting you, while his free hand went down to your breasts and held on tight, squeezing and softening the flesh.

“Fucking nice tits.” He murmurs in a deep voice, making you dizzy with the sensation of his balls slapping against you.

“Si- si- I'm gonna-” you stuttered, rolling your eyes and tucking your head back into the pillow once more.

He grinned in response, knowing that you needed a little push to get there, just a little. So he did.

Simon came out of you in one swift movement, making you moan at the ache the emptiness brought you.

Which didn't last long.

The next thing you felt was his cock entering you all at once, barely giving you time to get used to his huge size and thickness. And fuck if he didn't love feeling the way your cunt stretched to accommodate him, how your walls tightened around him like a vice.

When he did it, it was over for you, you just came, just like that.

You squeezed him and gushed out your orgasm, making a mess of him once again.Simon didn't take long after that, he always waited for you to come first, and then he'd get frantic.It was no longer about getting you there, but about him reaching the peak of his pleasure.

Then he would slam into you in a sloppy, abrupt way, driving his hips into you with force.You could have sworn you were going to faint from how good it felt.

But the best feeling was yet to come.

“ Stay still. You'll take it, yeah? I don't want a drop out.” He hissed in your ear, holding your hips and preventing you from moving.

With one last hard thrust, he spurts his seed into you, grunting as he does so. Something that never failed to turn you on was the noises he made in bed, especially when he came like that.

His hot cum flooded into you and filled you up, and he didn't take his cock out of you until he was sure he had cum all the way inside you.

When you'd both recovered from the high, he lay down next to you and pulled you into a hug, pulling the covers over you both.

“Mood better?” He asked, running his hands through your hair.

“Mhm.” You mumble, hiding your face from him.

“Use words.” He retorts, lifting your chin, just to see the satisfied expression on your face.

“Yeah, a little.” You whisper.

He was satisfied, not that it bothered him, because he wouldn't have minded giving you a second round if necessary. Simon wasn't one to reject sex with you, so waking up every morning like this was nice.

And he'd be lying if he didn't say he was already daydreaming about the next morning.

He could certainly have you in a mating press the next morning.

[fxllfaiiry]

─ you're the sunflower ੈ✩‧₊˚

✶ pairing: miguel o'hara x fem!reader

✶ synopsis: everyone on the team loves you, expect miguel who seems to hate you more than anyone.

✶ warnings: angst!! major angst. sunshine!reader x grumpy!miguel. reader is nicknamed sunflower, mentions of death.

✶ notes: there's one spanish sentence in this, I'm not good with spanish so if I've made a mistake please tell me so i can fix it! part two is already up!!!

Everyone on the team loved you from the moment you joined, everyone, except Miguel. 

You knew Miguel was cold towards everyone, but he was extra cold with you. Maybe it was because of how different your personalities were. 

You were the embodiment of sunshine, always positive in any situation, putting others before yourself. Hence why everyone calls you sunflower, it fits perfectly, Miles was proud of coming up with it. 

Miguel on the other hand was cold and distant but that didn't stop you from trying to get him to open up. You'd try to have simple conversations with him but nothing, all you would receive in reply was an eye roll or a slight grunt, but you wouldn't give up that easily. 

Like today, you got him some coffee. 

"Morning, boss. Got you some coffee." You said in your usual cheerful tone. 

"Why?" He raised his eyebrows, looking down at you suspiciously. That's the most he's said to you all week. 

"Because I wanted to." You shrugged, placing it down on his desk. 

He steped down walking towards his desk, you couldn't help but stare at him, unfortunately for you, everything about him was so attractive, it's such a shame he hated you. 

"This isn't how I like my coffee." 

"Huh?" You snapped out of your daydream at the sound of his voice. 

"The coffee, it tastes terrible. Get it from another place next time." 

"Well, actually I made it-" But he had already walked away from you not listening to a word you said. "Alright, never mind, I'll just go back to work." You mumbled hurt by his words. 

"Wait, hold on." You looked up, thinking, maybe he'll say something nice after all. 

"Yeah?" 

"Take the coffee with you, I won't be drinking it." 

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"Girl, why do you look so sad? Did Miguel do something again?" Jess asked with a frown, she did not like seeing you sad. 

"No."

"Sunflower…"

"Okay, yes." Miguel being cold towards you was normal, he never spoke to you unless necessary. Out of everyone here, he probably hated you the most, even more than Miles.  

"Sunflower, I've told you to stop trying." Jess sighed. 

"I know, I know… why does he hate me so much, Jess?" 

"That's just the way he is, don't overthink it. It's his loss, baby." She replied, gently patting your shoulder. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Today was going to be a good day, you were so sure of it. 

But, of course, you were wrong. 

Everything was going great up until a few hours ago. 

Miguel had assigned you on a mission to catch an anomaly, alongside a few other spider-people. His instructions were clear, stick to the plan and catch the anomaly. It was supposed to be simple. 

If only you didn't disobey him. You screwed up badly, and because of that, you could have been killed. 

"Why don't you ever listen?" Miguel shouted. No one had ever seen him this angry. 

"I was just tryin-" 

"¡Ay, por el amor de Dios!" Being yelled at by your boss in front of your coworkers was humiliating, everyone was looking at you with pity. 

"I'm sick of this, why can’t you follow simple instructions? Is it that hard to understand?" He barked, towering over you. 

"It's not a big deal." You tried to keep your composure, you didn't want to humiliate yourself further by bursting into tears. 

"Not a big deal? You could've died! A simple mistake would have ruined the whole mission." 

Don't cry. Don't cry. 

"But we're all fine, aren't we?" You weakly chuckled. That was the wrong thing to say because it only made him angrier. 

"Oh? If that's the attitude you have then you shouldn't even be on the team." Ouch. 

"Miguel, I think that's enough-" Hobie said, quickly jumping in. 

"Not now, Hobie." He growled. 

Never once did you think that you'd be in a situation like this. 

"If you put more focus on trying to be good at your job, rather than impressing me, we wouldn't even be here!" Oh, so he did notice that. 

At this point, tears were streaming freely down your face and you made no attempt to stop them. 

"Yep, you got it, boss." You smiled up at him through your tears. It was pathetic, but you did not care, you just wanted to leave and never come back. 

"Next time make sure this doesn't happen." 

"It won't happen next time." That's because there won't be a next time.