#IDRK WHY I'M WRITING THIS

[koka-mi]

I dunno why but I keep thinking abt the way I used to spend my nights two years ago

I remember around 6-7pm (in the autumn/winter) or 7-8pm (in the spring/summer), I'd lock my bedroom door, bring my tablet and headphones up with me onto the roof and play songs that I liked I watched the sun set. The songs were mostly either sapphic-coded (like sofia by clairo, strawberry blonde by chloe moriondo, etc.) or something ambient and soothing to me (like colorful interlude by sublime jupiter or rhubarb/#3 by aphex twin). I don't remember why though..I guess I just liked those types of songs back then xp

sometimes I'd bring my sketchbook with me too and sketch out random things like landscapes or characters from fandoms I was in at the time. Or I'd bring my journal and write about my completely nothing day. Most of the stuff I wrote was about the same but it's still nice to look back at them :3

Was it the safest for 14 year old me to just chill on the roof? Probably not. But tbh I didn't care at the time xD I honestly wouldn't have minded dying there.

I was at like.a reaaaaally low point in my life. Probably at my worst. Like I would cry everyday over little things and I found it extremely difficult to take care of myself. I guesss when I was out there on my roof watching the sun set with nice music in my headphones I actually felt..peace?? for once?? I dunno how to explain but it was suuuper nice I remember ^^ and it was nice to let out good cries up there.

I guess I can't help but remember this fondly and find it kinda nostalgic even though it was only two years ago and when I was not.doing great :'D I'm better nowadays luckily but hadhehdjwd makes me emotional sometimes.

[lyrefromthesea]

HELLLLLAAAAW THEEERRRE, LISTEN (or read), I've been thinking. THAT I LOVE UR WRITING A LOOOOT, and I've been waiting but before that, idrk if u take req rn so feel free to discard this request! anyway, back to main topic, I've been wondering how the hashira's would react to reader/their s/o, adoring their hands a lot, like i mean— obsessed with their hands, whether its holding hands in public (or privately, if the character does not really like showing affection in public), or maybe yk hold hands in bed HWGAHGAHWHS, maybe, something like soft nsfw, like with fluff! u get me? just the character, comforting their s/o when they get too tense during their sexual intercourse, andddddd more fluff if u want! thank u for taking ur time to read!!

Male Hashira x Reader - Hold my hands

author's note: my fever has killed me a few times during this post.

pairing: Tengen x reader, Obanai x reader, Rengoku x reader, Sanemi x reader, Giyuu x reader, Gyomei x reader

content warning: nsfw, sexual intercourse (Rengoku, Giyuu), mildly suggestive (Sanemi)

Tengen:

• who knows exactly what his hands can do to you and despite his teasing nature uses them for your comfort

• enjoys seeing you calm down because of his hands and though he doesn't want you to feel bad he certainly doesn't mind calming you down

he's been looking towards the sky for quite some time now, sitting under the tree with the person he adored most.

you were so strong, so sure of your actions-

and sometimes you felt insecure and the worry seemed to consume you. he understood it, he understood your fear of failure and the future that would follow.

that's why he had no problems consoling you when you needed it most, taking his time to sit with you in silence. words weren't needed in these times, only the comfort of his presence.

he allowed himself to glance down at you, feeling the tender touches of your fingers on his. you were strong, he didn't doubt that, but your body felt so fragile compared to his own.

the difference in the size of your hands proved it to him every single time. he knew you could protect yourself, but if you couldn't, he would be there for you.

"i think i'm feeling better." you said, your eyes finally focusing on his face instead of his hands. you had been touching and playing with his fingers for quite some time now, your hold on them decreasing.

"ya sure? you still look down." he answered, earning a hesitant nod from you. feeling your hand let go of him made him act, bringing his own hand up to the back of your head.

"i don't believe it and lying is not flashy in my eyes. let's stay a bit longer." you were quite surprised when he pressed your head against his chest, looking up at the sky again.

somehow he always knew what you needed, even when you didn't admit it. and with a gentle smile, as well as his hand running through your hair, you sunk into a deep slumber.

Obanai:

• who is surprised when he found out you were fascinated by his hands.

• someone like you adoring a feature of his? the mere thought made him blush when he was laying awake at night.

• who enjoys holding your hand just as much as you, often turning into a blushing mess.

he knew he wasn't as strong as most other hashira. he was smaller, physically weaker. of course it gave him one or two advantages, like a flexibility the tall males around him could only dream about.

yet he secretly found himself craving their strength - at least a part of it. he wouldn't complain about a bit more arm strength, but that would remain a dream of his.

the moment he found himself content with the lack of strength he possessed clearly came with you. you had been sitting next to each other, simply enjoying the time you could spend together. at least that was what he was doing, your mind had long drifted away.

he tensed up when he felt your fingers brush over his, holding his hand. your thumb brushed over his knuckles comfortingly.

he didn't dare look at you, only turning towards you when he felt you glancing, uncertainty rising inside you with his current expression. his hand reached out to you when he felt you pull away.

"i shouldn't have done that, i'm sorry." you said, trying to escape any rising feeling of shame. you just didn't expect him to hold your hand tighter.

"don't stop." he answered, his tone letting it appear much more like a quiet plead. surprise overtook you, quickly replaced by a comforting shyness.

your fingers interlocked with his once more, this time with switched positions. you felt goosebumps appear on your skin, your cheeks heating up.

"your hands are soft, [name].."

Rengoku:

• whether it's in public or at home, he enjoys holding your hand just as much as you like holding his

• however, one attractive thing he does is taking your hand after overstimulating you

"honey.." he pants, trying not to cum a second time from the way you were squeezing around him, body basically trying to milk him even in your current state.

it had started a few hours ago, when he came home from a long mission. he had missed you during his time in the snowy mountains, deciding that his arrival would be the perfect moment to show you how much he appreciates your body.

having to cum multiple times - first his fingers, then his tongue and now his cock - was just too much for your poor body.

of course Rengoku realized that, seeing you shake and tremble under him, small tears running down your flushed cheeks. you were still caught up in your orgasm, trying to even out your breathing pattern.

"it's okay, we're done. breathe, little flame." he panted, hands letting go of the sheets of your shared bed, sitting upright and looking down at you.

he didn't pull out, simply admiring your panting form laying on the bed. his hands snaked along your arms, holding your hands and pressing them into the matress.

feeling the warmth of his palm press against yours got your attention, a silent moan leaving your lips. "are you okay?" the question made you nod quietly, finally being able to register the world around you again.

"'m so sore.." you mumbled, watching the man above you laugh, squeezing your hands in response.

Sanemi:

• he absolutely loves it

• you clearly developed a liking to your hand and he's fully using that to fluster you

• taking you by surprise is his favorite

you've been standing in the kitchen, making sure all the medical herbs you've received were in their right place. you needed to make sure they're easily accessible when Sanemi came home injured.

in your concentrated state, you didn't notice the tall man approaching you slowly - lurking like a predator.

and then you shriek, feeling a slap land on your ass. out of reflex you leaned forward, your head quickly turning around to find Sanemi right behind you.

"missed me?" he teased, stepping closer until he was right behind you, hands placed on the counter on either side of you. he pressed his body against yours with a smirk, resulting in your face getting a lot warmer than before.

"Sanemi! you always do this!" you scolded him, trying to turn around from the sheer embarrassment you just faced or rather the excitement that pooled in your body.

"what can i say? can't resist you with a fine ass like that." he chuckled, letting go of the counter to squeeze your behind with his calloused fingers, earning a whine from you.

"and truthfully, i think you can't resist me either." hearing him whisper into your ear, hand traveling up your side, made you stare at the watch.

he was right, you couldn't resist him, nor could he resist you. besides, the herbs could wait for a while.

Giyuu:

• initially he was the one that liked holding your hands, it was the most simple form of physical touch he could come up with

• still a touch-starved man, WILL have his hands on you the whole time when you're making love.

• knows it gets you more exited, wouldn't judge you for it either, since he gets just as exited when he sees you

"Oh~ baby.." he gasped, head resting against the headboard of your bed. he watched you lazily bounce up and down his cock, trying to work yourself into ecstacy.

whenever you were sharing such passionate moments with each other, he could feel his fingers twitch with the need to hold onto your body - onto you.

they first slid up your thighs, holding onto your hips, guiding you to grind back against him. he loved the feeling of your warmth and he loved the reactions his hands could coax out of you.

he didn't miss out on the way your lips opened in a silent cry, begging to feel his hands run over your body, around your neck or anything else that allowed you to feel them.

and of course he'll answer.

"hold.. hold my hands.. i want to feel you.." he moans, letting go of your hips only to intertwine his fingers with yours, feeling your hips stutter.

he certainly knew how to exploit your weakness for his hands - especially since he was just as weak for you.

Gyomei:

• likes using his hands to calm you down

• they're like a security rope connecting the two of you when the situation makes uncertainty rise within you

"my dearest child, are you ready to serve as a hashira?" the soothing voice of master Kagaya usually managed to calm you down, but not today.

you sat in front of him, a private meeting being held between the two of you and a pillar of choice. naturally, you went with the one you trusted most - the stone pillar.

it would've been an honor to serve as a hashira, every demon slayer knew that, but being confronted with the choice of being one, you found yourself unsure.

the pillars were the strongest humans you had ever set your eyes on, you weren't sure if you could stand by their side.

lowering your head in shame, you were ready to decline the master's offer. however, you were stopped by the blind man next to you.

he placed a large hand on your back, the warmth seeping into your skin slowly calming you down, letting you think properly.

you weren't chosen without a reason, if the master wanted you to become a hashira, he trusted in your talent.

swallowing down your uncertainty, you nodded with little to no hesitance. "i'm ready."

next to you, still his hand on your back, Gyomei found himself smiling. if it was his presence you needed to make a decision, he'd gladly do this for you everytime.

[thekoalapastriesbakery]

CAUGHT IN THE CLUB

max verstappen x male!reader

request: (i haven’t requested anything from you before so bear with me) i’m sure we’ve all seen that video of max almost making out with a guy while blackout drunk (if you haven’t i am begging you check it out bc he was fully gonna shove his tongue down that guys throat). i wanted to ask if you could write anything abt it being max and his boyfriend in the video and they’re worried that people are gonna figure it out when the video comes out but fans are just kinda like “nah he just kinda does that” 💀 idrk but i thought it’d be fun. also wanted to ask if i could be 🐠 anon??

summary: max gets a little frivolous when he's had a few drinks.

warnings: suggestive content, mildly anxious/insecure!max, drunk!max, references to sex tapes, mild jealousy and very mild possessiveness

word count: 719 words

you knew going out with max was risky.

it wasn't that you didn't love your boyfriend or didn't want to celebrate with him—of course you did!—but with the two of you being secretly gay, a little more discretion was required.

max had begged you time and time again to go to a club with him if (when) he secured the championship. he knew you were trying to keep the relationship mostly secret. he just wanted one night to celebrate with his boyfriend. and, with it being a bit of a rockier season than expected, how could you say no?

the night went relatively smoothly. nobody other than max's family knew who you were, and nobody bothered to ask. max managed to keep his hands to himself for the most part. except for a few moments where he had dragged you into a darkened corner of the club to drunkenly ramble between kisses. usually, you were pretty good at noticing when you needed to get him home before he started trying to get you to fuck him in broad daylight. however, with the crowded club and max being passed from team member to team member, it was harder to keep track of just how drunk he was.

all the red bull staff and a fair chunk of the grid were packed onto the dance floor. in the darkened room with strobe lights blaring and music so loud you could barely hear yourself think, nobody noticed when max dragged you into the fray. at least, you didn't think they did.

you didn't know (though you really should've) that there was a camera on the two of you. in your defense, you might've had a few drinks—but even if you hadn't, the noise and lighting would've been more than enough to disorient you. that, and the fact that max looked just about ready to start making out with you right then and there. no way you were paying attention to anything else. you barely had the mental clarity to start dragging your suddenly very publicly affectionate boyfriend back to the hotel room.

the next morning—between winces at the stinging of the long scratches down your back—you discovered the video.

"maaaax," you called out. the stress in your voice caused his name to stretch on your tongue.

a sleepy grumble came from beneath the mountain of blankets.

"love, wake up." you shook his shoulders, but max only whined in response. "somebody took a video of us last night."

he shot up in an instant. a little whimper escaped his plush pink lips at the ache between his thighs, but he brushed it off for the moment. there were more important things to worry about—like your relationship being exposed. all because he begged you to go to that stupid club.

max buried his face in his hands. "i'm so sorry."

"what? why are you sorry?"

"because … because it's supposed to be a secret that we're boyfriends and now everyone must know …" max explained guiltily.

"maxie … being a secret isn't that important to me. and it's not like you posted the video."

"you sure?" he asked, audibly uncertain. "you're not mad?"

"not at all."

how the internet reacted was … it was the opposite of what you and max expected. for starters, not a single person recognised you. thank god for that. so, really, people were only reacting to max looking like he wanted to shove his tongue down the throat of a random guy. which, you had to agree, was in-character and downright hilarious.

"come on, love, it's not that bad," you reasoned, stifling laughter.

max gave you an indignant look. "everyone thinks i'm some kind of manwhore!"

"well …" you trailed off with a grin. "you are a bit of a slut."

"i am fucking not."

you raised an eyebrow at him and, eventually, he relented.

"okay, fine, maybe i'm a bit of a slut. but only for you."

"damn right." you tugged max closer and kissed him. "now i gotta show 'em you won't just look at anyone like that."

safe to say, it was another long night and, if a new video happened to hit the f1 sphere with someone who looked suspiciously similar to four-time world driver's champion max verstappen getting fucked, then so be it.

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author's note: that video was insane and honestly i had lil fic ideas in my head since i saw it but i wasn't planning on write anything about it until i got this request. and yes, you can absolutely have that emoji anon <3

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[pushingdaisies1]

Nasty Dog . . . ♡ ↳ (part two of ''kinda hate you - kinda love you")

(✧ ˚.) PAIRING-> James "Logan" Howlett {A.K.A} Wolverine x "X-Man" Reader >_< (✧ ˚.) SUMMARY-> You kept on replaying that moment with Logan in your mind. Something small definitely put you on one hell of a roll. It made you think a lot more about what you two shared. Especially if it was even something to hold on to as much as you did. Antagonizing him over breakfast about how much of a show-off he can get, he complies to help you with your class. Specifically when he overhears you talking about your lesson plans. Hand-to-hand combat and you need another demonstrator? Sign him up big time.

(✧ ˚.) AUTHORS NOTE -> hi party people!! gonna make this part short so I don't fill half of this post with my yapping. like I've repeated over the last two(?) , tysm for all of the love. its funny x-men has reignited my writing hehe haha. i wanna write for logan more nd also do professor x?? james mcavoy my love? anyways , u and logan are so weird I'm loving it so hard. also might open up requests for x-men so I can write for the whole bunch. ESPECIALLY lolo , the honey badger of my eye 100%. Hope you enjoy and comment if you'd like to be on a taglist for my works!! (most likely will be doing a lot of x-men stuff until I run out of ideas.)

(✧ ˚.) CWS (?)-> again this is supposed to take place within the context of X-Men 97/X-Men animated series , second person pov , descriptions of combat/sparring, kinda alluded to you two being fwb?? lowkey more complicated but, YALL DONT FUCK SRRY but definitely some suggestiveness , you and Logan kiss n argue and not so makeup so idrk if that counts for hurt/kinda comfort???..

Like the night before that, you were pacing back and forth around your room. The place you would stay most of the time if you ever even had a day off. On your nearby desk would lay students' reports. Ranging on physical fitness and endurance, health studies, and so on.

Ororo sat crisscrossed on your bed as she watched you. Her expression was grim as she looked down into her tea. She was originally planning to go to bed. Though you came to her with troubles plaguing you. X-Men are like family to one another, so she spared you her time. Your worrying made more sense once you gave her the slightly skimmed-over details. You left bits and pieces out of the story for your own sake.

“So he.. and then you…?” She questioned, voice low and face absent in thought as she cringed in realization. You quickly nodded as you held your hands to your face embarrassed. "I know Ororo! It's really ... really bad." Storm couldn't help but crack a small chuckle seeing how frazzled you were over Wolverine. It looked like there was smoke coming right out of your ears with how huffy and puffy you were. "Wow, breath for me. The only thing you should be passing out onto is your bed, not the floor." She assured as she set her cup aside on your nightstand. She got up to look at you face to face. Gently taking your face in her hands. The most, and I mean the most you told Storm was a very cut-down version of the story. Nothing about the nights you were whisked away into his room. How you two used each other consensually as another body to rip into and hold when nights got long.

It's not like you two had nothing. There was a spark undeniably there. But to you, it felt like his eyes would always be for Jean. It's not like you couldn't see why he was infatuated with the redhead. You've known her long enough to know that she would always stick things through with Scott.

Logan was always a fan of the hunt, you were like a place where he could bury his bones. You were familiar, you never had plans to leave his side.

Besides, for the sake of your affair with Logan, it was best not to complicate things. That was before he decided to throw out some choice words. Words that made your chest tighten and sweat rise through the roof. She rubbed under your eyes with her thumb as she guided you to look back at her. "Whatever you and Logan have going on is truly none of my business. Nor the team's business at all." She explained, hearing her speak was so calming. Her tone was always so smooth almost ethereal. "As your friend and your sister, I can't sway your hand either." From the day she arrived in the mansion, Ororo was like your constant. You relied on your friends sure. But like her and Jeans shared kinship, you had something similar with her. Which is why it hurt even more with your dilemma. "Logan is not a perfect man. I know you are stronger than this. You know what's good for you. The X-Men will always have your interests at heart, yes. But it's you who has to make this call." She hummed as she leaned her forehead against yours. "Sadly the ones we yearn for sometimes, or even will always have their heart set on another. You are better than that. You and him can mess, sure. But one day it will end and he'll go back to pining over our Jean." She spoke sweetly with a sympathetic smile. She was right like always.

She looked at you once more, forehead still against yours. "It is you who has to move on to someone who will put you into perspective."

A comforting embrace from Ororo absorbed you. It felt as if you were embraced by the world. Clinging onto her tight, she stopped the storm weathering inside of you. Gently rubbing your back she'd let the silence ruminate inside of your bedroom for a while. "Take some time dearest, maybe speak to him if you can." She murmured into your hair. "Maybe you two just need some needed distance? Because he's definitely missing out on one extraordinary creature." A small smirk grew onto her features as she separated your hug, you complying of course. "All I know is that you deserve whatever honesty you can squeeze out of that man." She acknowledged with the smile you always related to hope. Ororo was your consciousness, she was pretty much one of the most level-headed of your team. You thanked the fate that brought Ororo into existence. Without her words of real wisdom, you would still be spiraling in your bed like a clown. "Thank your Ororo, truly I do mean it." You spoke with a humble smile as she chuckled softly. "We're family, I'll always guide you by any means necessary." She replied, giving you one final look of affirmation before reaching the door. She opened it gently, letting the air open it wider before her eyes wandered to you one last time. "Sleep well, don't let yourself run mad because of him." She purred, leaving you alone. You stood there with yourself. Sucking in a breath of air you knew what was needed. The haze in your continuous stream of thought cleared. With one more look around at your walls, your eyes turned to your bed. You fell right in under your warm and fuzzy blankets. You were practically knocked out as soon as your head filled the pillow. Tomorrow you should be fine, tomorrow will be a better day. Quickly night turned to day. You were awoken by the sound of the students playing on the nearby basketball court down below. Your shoulders eased some more once you saw the empty hall in front of you. No one to interrupt your morning stroll down to the kitchen, where you knew by now someone had to be in there. You quickly jostled yourself down the stairs as soon as you caught a whiff of food. By just a tiny sniff you knew it was Gambit cooking. Your stomach cheered and roared as you rounded the hallway. Coming into the kitchen, Gambit was already dishing some of his beignets up. His hair was up and swooped as he wore a cropped t-shirt, with a colorful display of artwork on it that you didn't really want to decipher. Surprisingly it was a pretty quiet morning. But then you realized why when looking at the clock. The biggest surprise was that even Gambit was up this early. Scott too, as he was sat down with a newspaper on and his regular shades. Gambit swung around seeing you, fresh beignet in hand. "Cher, good morning to you!" he greeted you with a sing-song tune. He stopped at no time dishing up the last batch. You cracked a sleepy grin as you rubbed one of your eyes. "Am I in heaven? I don't think I've ever seen you whip something up this early." You joked as you found a seat at the table. "Gambit is in a good mood this wonderful day, no?" He purred as he smacked on his final touches. Scott looked up from the paper with an eye roll. Only noticeable with the way his head tilted. "He accidentally charged his alarm clock, woke me and Jean up." He snickered, taking another sip of his mug. The sweet smell of sugar and cinnamon filled the air. If you had no self-restraint, he'd be having to remake that entire batch after five minutes.

"Alarm clock? I thought you said Gambit works on his own time?" You turned to Gambit with a raised brow as he leaned against the island counter. He looked away with a small smirk gracing his lips. "I listened to the missus." He shrugged carelessly as you couldn't help but hold back a laugh. His and Rogue's back and forth always made your mornings lighter. Soon the kitchen filled with everyone else. Jean happily greeted Scott with a kiss on the cheek, sucking your wandering eyes into conversation. Rogue soon followed, coming into the kitchen and stretching like a cat. Gambit was already climbing up her tree, given their whole "deal." Their coy and flirtatious banter always brought a smile to your lips , making you get all idealistic-y.

Jubilee and Storm were one of the last to follow. Jubilee of course decided to sleep in late, what teenagers do. Storm explained her absence due to deep talks with the professor.

She especially looked at you with a kind-eyed smile, peacefully soaking in the team's chatter as she too gathered herself food. Jubilee clung to you the entire breakfast. Not like at your hip, but you were one of the ones she got close to immediately. It made sense and you didn't mind her popping into your meal to ask about how this all was supposed to work. "I thought since I'm an X-Man, I didn't really have to DO school here?" She thought aloud, beignet and soft blueberries halfway in her mouth. You answered her question swiftly, relishing in your thirst diminishing.

"It's different since you are still a kid." You hummed, taking the last bites of your plate. "Besides, the extra training besides just on-the-field stuff could help. Danger room drills aren't the only thing a young X-Man like yourself should be going over."

She sighed while resting her chin on her knuckles. "I know, just feels so bogous!" She scoffed playfully, serving herself a big bite of food. Your heart rate was exhilarated by some once you heard Storm greet Logan a "Good Morning." The two of you haven't spoken much to each other. Outside of short-term missions and war room meetings. You weren't surprised when the both of you so quickly made and lost eye contact. He grumbled in response, you weren't surprised. You could hear his confused murmuring as he rummaged for a cup. You spoke up from where you sat at the table. "On the counter, got bored, and knew you would be hankering for a pick me up." You turned back to face him in your chair. You were even taken surprised that you made the first "move." In response, he flashed you a toothy grin. "Looks like someone kissing ass this morning." He gruffly spoke, making up his own hefty plate.

As usual, the professor stayed off in his study. Everyone at the table talked amongst themselves. You couldn't remember how you and Logan started pestering one another. No shocker Gambit with a shit-eating grin amped up the bragging. One minute it was lesson plans, another it was Logan talking about how he could easily show you up during your lesson. Chest puffed, his arms crossed somewhat. He picked scraps out from in between his teeth using a free claw. It gleamed in the shimmering sunlight escaping into the room as his mouth continued to run. "Come on! I'm always the one saving your ass." He chuckled with grit as he finally was able to get out of a piece of that egg. "The other way around Grandpa." You snickered with your teeth on full display. Jean tried to put a stop to your and Logan's childish spat. If you could even call it that. One remark after another and soon he was agreeing to help you in the dangeroom later on in the day. Just your luck, it was foolish to even think this would have no hiccups. You passed through the day doing regular tasks. When the professor wasn't alert about any new trouble, or the school wasn't in shreds it was pretty peaceful.

You spent your time diligently working over those same tasks you despised when you had your hunger for excitement. The quietness around the school was comforting.

Time swept you away before you could realize it was time for your class. Young mutants swarmed into your room, chipper and excited for what today brought. You never expected to enjoy teaching this much. Quickly as the chatterboxes chattered, you soon quieted down the bunch. Greeting your students, you stood up from behind your desk. Rounding up to the front to address the entire room. Diligently you went over the topic for today's lesson. Today it was time to focus on hand-to-hand sparring. Being a mutant did mean having powers at whoever's disposal. But just in case the situation arose of being unable to use those powers, there was always a "plan b" needed at the ready. Most of the students were either paying attention first row or loosely clueing into what was planned for the hour. You didn't really mind, hearing a teacher talk no matter how vibrant they were would never stop being annoying. In the middle of your rapid explanation, you were interrupted by the door swinging open. No thanks to a lot of the doors in the school being a lot more noisy. In the doorway stood Logan, posture steady. With the amount of flannels he wore you wouldn't be surprised to see them being eighty percent of his closet. "I was needed, so here I am." He announced with a bitter sound as he cleared his throat. His arms fell to the side of him almost like he was showing himself off. You immediately perked up as you forgot one small detail. "I forgot to mention, everyone to the danger room!" You instructed as your hands gestured to the doors. Soon bodies started to move as Logan sauntered up towards you. His hands shoved deep in his pockets. "Y'know, I'm gonna kick your ass demonstration or not." He blabbed with that same stupid smirk on his face. You always wanted to wipe it straight off of his face. You turned to him with a pointed look as you whispered to him a threat. Less of a threat and more of an invitation. "Oh sure, missed you pinning me down. Forgot how your hands felt." You hummed before pushing past him. It was only you two, as by now most of their students were already making their way towards or were already in the danger room. Faintly you could hear the slightesting crackling of a chuckle from him. You were going to wipe the floor with his stupid hair.

Finally, everyone was inside and ready. You made sure to wrap your hands since you and Logan were sparring. Given that it was only for demonstrating purposes. But if you really tried, packing a punch into Logan was a lot harder than expected. Can't forget the metal skeleton that lay behind that stupidly handsome rugged jaw.

You paired students off to see how they worked without any use of their powers or special abilities. As a sort of example to anyone up next. After a small mistake by two of some students, you brushed them aside without any pestering. They tried, but maybe now that teacher example should be coming in handy.

Setting up the room, you sequenced it before rushing downstairs to the room itself. Of course, Logan ran right in behind you. "Now - me and mister Howlett are going to give a demonstration. Please watch as that'll be needed for anyone else I haven't sent in yet." Finally, the command commenced as the room quickly shifted into place. It was the simple danger room. White walls and white flooring are suddenly the only things around you two. Finding your stance you stared Logan down. He, not surprisingly, brought back that same sort of fervor and even more. Fists were up and it was time to fight. It was like two predators trying to dominate the other into becoming their respective prey. Your fighting styles clashed in the best of ways. You were quiet when it came to making the first attack. You knew how to be stealthy on your feet. Especially quick when diverting oncoming attacks from enemies. Logan was very abrasive especially when it came to how he attacked opponents. Run in first and think about the consequences later. Quickly you were able to ambush him. Throwing him for a loop once the bottom of your feet met his backside. It was like landing on solid ground. He groaned as he fell back, but that smirk still lay smeared on his lips.

You knew his weak spots and he was the same. Every single point, the two of you could find without even a poorly timed guess. For only a demonstration you two went at it for a while. His knuckles met your frame and so did yours. It was a dance of dominance, as old as time still stands. You soon did realize how much time your sparring was stretching. You still needed to at least have four or more students go up. By the time you two escaped each other's limbs as you had him pinned to the floor only just moments ago, you looked up to see your students.

Some were either paying attention or again, too absorbed in the conversation other classmates were having. Jubilee stood there a little bit taken aback by how you and Logan went at each other. I mean that was brutal but was the huffing and puffing needed? You two looked as if you were about to do the finishing blow to another. "Alright!" You said with an exhale. "Now use that when going head to head with your partner. Treat them as a peer but also as another fighter. Going against a fellow student doesn't mean you cant test out what you learned." You threw out teacher voice , quickly announcing which kids were next. You and Logan made your way back to the observational area of the danger room. The ascend back up was pretty quiet between the both of you. It was the same when you made your way back up and observed the rest of the class.

Soon enough you dismissed your students. Then there was only two , you and Logan. You stood there looking over the empty dome down below you. Logan soon walked up behind you.

Silence was never you shared kind of vibe. So you were somewhat joyous when he snuck a small kiss from you. Pecking the nearest edge of your lips , you came back at him with an embrace of those same lips.

Hungry and desperate like the usual. Internally you fought with yourself. You and Logan as companions and friends didn’t make things any easier. This sneaking around made you feel dirty. You didn’t want to be second pick.

It was you who stopped the exchange. Logan looked back at you with a blank expression. He couldn’t deny that the consistent dynamic between you two did make him guilty. He respected you tons but Jean would always be something he could never get his hands on. Some bastardoues part of him knew he liked that cat and mouse game. He would always wait for her , you and him were a different story.

“I can’t Logan.” You mumbled as your limb’s disconnected once again for good this time. This time it wasn’t with such passion. “This , us , I can’t do this anymore.”

His blank expression stayed as he almost barked out. “What do you mean? Yah never really said anything before, this makes no sense.” He rasped as his throat cleared a little.

The way his hazel eyes looked back at yours was a sight to see.

“I don’t like this charade. I like you but.. this thrill is gone.” You sucked in a breath as you stood apart now. “I mean I don’t just like you. What I feel for you is like nothing I’ve felt for another man. But here you are , waiting like a frail dog for Jean to finally drop Scott.”

He scoffed almost in your face. A part of him knew his yearning for Jean was pathetic. That he didn’t have a chance ever with her. Almost like she subconsciously infected his thoughts with only her. He knew though that it was just him being a fool , for you and for a woman that would never truly reciprocate his affections.

“You should have just said that , bub. I didn’t mean to waste your time parading around like a joke.” He shook his head , hands going deep into his pockets just like how he arrived. He slowly started to walk away. Bordering on leaving , finally you were honest.

“I love you Logan! There I said it!” You shouted , hiccuping like an idiot as you held your chest. That same flustered sensation spread throughout your lungs. “I’ve been in love with you ever since the night we made this stupid thing official. Ever since I felt your lips on mine.” You gritted out , fate was twisting your hand.

“But I respect myself too much to be so blind. I respect you too much to let us do this back and forth. I want something real with you. I want your words of praise to mean something. I don’t want these lies , I want you to love me. Because I do , and this whole poor man’s game of checkers deal isn’t what I want.” All of the hot air was gushing out of you as you went on and on about how you were internally struggling.

He looked back at you for a good minute. Burning silence was in the air. Before he spoke the word that stabbed you right in the heart.

“It’ll pass.” Then soon after he left you alone. In a puddle of your own feelings. You crumbled to the floor like a child. You held yourself up as you wiped your eyes of any free falling tears. You hated that someone so flip floppy with your feelings made you like this.

The heart of a lover was now eaten in two. Now it was your turn to piece yourself back together. With gritted teeth you got up a while later and collected yourself.

You would always be his fool. That was the worst thing about your desire for the Wolverines affection. Just the corner of your heart set for him was now bruised and battered.

ꔫ✉ reblogs/interaction is appreciated <3 (im so sorry if the ending feels rushed , i was in the mood for Logan angst 😔)

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[heartsteellerr]

How they spend valentines with you

Content; 100% fluff, all characters are written romantically, OOC, some characters are written short based on me not knowing how to type/write for them Warnings; GN reader Characters; EVERYONE (Heartsteel, KDA, True Damage)

Indoor dates; Aphelios, Akali, Senna, Yasuo

They choose to spend their valentines day with you indoors; either because they simply prefer it that way, or just want to spend it alone with you ⎯ away from the eyes of onlookers who are desperate for gossip.

Aphelios and Yasuo are introverts at heart, so being away from people is like a blessing to them both. How they'd choose to spend the day with you depends on the current mood they're feeling, for example: wanting to do something that doesn't require much work like watching a movie is one of the go-to's he'd do for valentines. Or on the more rarer occasions where he's wanting to feel genuine and sincere, he'd take some time off idol work to compose a personal song for you ⎯ one that isn't technically sung by him (most likely asked one of their members to sing in his steed) but can be used for karaoke, or background music during dinner.

Akali and Senna are the same as the other two ⎯ both being introverted but also not really? In the pre-tense of it she simply has a hard time getting along with people but would put up some sort of effort when it comes to you. However on this day, she'd much prefer to spend it alone with you. The list on what you would do with her varies on the basics of what most couples do on this day: movies, snacks, dinner, etc. I feel like in a way, Akali would want to spend valentines like how regular couples would ⎯ setting aside her role as an idol.

Outdoor dates; Kayn, Sett, K'Sante, Evelynn, Kai'Sa, Ekko

Kayn and K'sante are the types who'd want to make this day as memorable as he can for you; spending however much money he can offer to spoil you for the whole day. Though I can only imagine for Kayn he'd chooses to spend his money on bringing you to a concert that both you and him have been waiting to attend, whereas for K'Sante he's the type that'll carry all the bags you've bought and take you to a fancy restaurant to dine in.

^ You can also say this would be something Evelynn would also do for you, in terms of taking you out and spoiling you, then bringing you somewhere fancy. She has the power to do so, so why not use it to her advantage, no? At the end of it all you'd both be sitting in a high view building, watching as the city lights coat the streets before calling it a night with sweet kisses and longing words to each other.

^^ Kai'sa somewhat doing the same as what Kayn did, however, instead of just attending 'a' concert ⎯ she'd be giving you tickets to hers and her group's concert instead (i'm sorry idrk how to write for her)

Sett on the other hand is taking you on a walk. Yes, a walk. Varying between places like parks or a walk down the streets ⎯ to taking you on a hiking trip to the mountains. Of course he isn't gonna force you to keep climbing when you're getting tired, but instead of taking a break by sitting down somewhere, he'd continue the walk with you on his back or shoulders. To him it's a win-win situation: You get to rest for a bit, while he continues to walk and show you the amazing view of the place AND technically speaking, this would count as a workout for him, right? I will say at the end of it all, he'd have at least one or two things prepared when the walk is over (your gift).

Ekko is a man who's lived in the street since he was a kid; dealing with hardships and whatnot through out his life already, he'd hope to at least spend one of these days, this day in particular, where he can spend money on you. That's his wish, and with the amount he earns as a Idol ⎯ well, i guess you can say a part of his wish did come true.

A mix between both; Ezreal, Yone, Ahri, Qiyana

In the case of becoming hit stars, and especially being the fans' faves; Ezreal and Yone's schedule are so packed, they have to plan their valentines day to be both indoors and outdoors. For Yone it'd be indoors > outdoors, starting his valetines indoors first because there were still some things he needed to check over before going outdoors with you to spend the rest of your valentines day with him. Ezreal's valentines, however, started off with an outdoor date in mind but then switched to indoors the moment fans caught sight of him and he had to cancel it all ⎯ making him somewhat depressed for the most part because he tried so hard to make this day perfect for you both, but seeing as it was still a day you can spend together, outdoors or not, he's happy as long as he's with you.

^ The same can be said for Ahri, she has plenty of fans who'd want to talk and take pictures of her when she's outside so the outdoor date she had in mind suddenly turned indoor the moment fans caught wind of her activities.

^ As for Qiyana, it'd be similar to Yone but not exactly ⎯ she'd want to spend the day resting a bit longer in bed with you during the start of the day and then spend the rest outdoors; via going to a club or a bar.

[skywalkerslvt]

TIE ANAKIN UP AND PEG HIM HE BE CALLING YOU MOMMY I KNOW IT 🙁🙁🙁

a/n: this is my first time writing pegging (idrk why i haven't written it before-it's hot as fuck) so bear with me if it's a bit messy. hope u like it <3

tags: 18+ smut, light bondage, pegging, mommy kink, sub ani, some degradation, some praise kink, tiny bit of slapping, 679 words

You had been somewhat surprised when Anakin came to you shyly, flushed head to toe and unable to meet your eyes as he asked you to try something different in bed. Sure, you knew Anakin was a whiny little slut who constantly needed you to put him in his place, but you never expected him to want something like this. If you were being honest with yourself, you had thought about it many, many times, but never brought it up in fear of pushing Anakin too far out of his comfort zone. But you smirked to yourself now as Anakin lay face down on your bed, hands tied behind his back with his head angled towards you as he bit his lip at the strap now secured around your hips.

You had already prepped him, edging him over and over again with your fingers and mouth, and while it was torture not being able to cum, Anakin kept his whines to himself as he knew what awaited him.

“Like what you see, baby?” you asked tauntingly. Anakin’s mouth was suddenly dry, and he could only nod in response. You ran your hand up his back and into his hair, tugging his head back as you hissed in his ear, “Use your words.”

Anakin whimpered in both pleasure and pain at your grip in his hair. “Y-yes, Mommy.” You loosened your grip but didn’t let go. “Yes what, Anakin?” Anakin’s throat bobbed as he swallowed down his pride, completely submitting to you. “Yes, Mommy. I like what I see.”

“Good boy,” you cooed as you released his hair, trailing your hand down his back and to his ass, groping the plush flesh. You leaned over him, pressing kisses to his shoulders as your cock pressed against his ass. “Tell me what you want me to do, Anakin.”

Anakin whined and pushed his ass back against your cock. You leaned back, moving your cock just out of reach, and left a harsh slap on his ass. “Are you that much of a stupid slut that you can’t use your words? Tell Mommy what you want or you don’t get anything at all.”

“Want–want you to fuck me with your cock, Mommy.” You rubbed soothing circles against the red handprint on his ass. “There you go. That wasn't so hard, was it?” You grabbed the bottle of lube off your nightstand, squirting a generous amount onto your hand and coating your cock with it before guiding the tip to Anakin’s waiting hole. “You ready, Ani?”

Anakin nodded frantically, needing to feel you inside of him. “Yes, Mommy. I'm ready–need it so bad.” You gripped his hip, squeezing it in response as you slowly slid inside of him.

The sound he made was unlike anything you'd ever heard. He arched his back, panting and moaning as he pushed back further into your cock. “Does that feel good, baby?”

Anakin moaned in response, eyes rolling to the back of his head as your cock found that one angle that had him seeing stars. You set a rough and fast pace, hips slapping against his own as he let out strangled sobs at the all consuming pleasure.

Anakin's breaths came in ragged gasps, his body trembling with need as he felt the familiar tightening in his lower abdomen, the telltale sign that he was about to tip over the edge. You pushed his head down into the pillows, fucking him harder and deeper into the mattress.“You gonna cum for Mommy, Ani? Gonna be a good boy and cum?”

With a shuddering gasp, Anakin came, his thick ropes of cum coating his stomach and dripping onto the sheets below him. You fucked him through his orgasm, hands grabbing his hips in a bruising grip as tears pricked at the corners of Anakin’s eyes.

You observed him with a pleased smile as you gradually eased your thrusts, giving him a chance to catch his breath. Leaning down, you brushed a tender kiss across his temple, your fingers gently combing through his tousled hair. "Good boy, Ani.”

[bienmoreau]

I think why people want the Trojans to get a red card, specifically defending Jean against the ravens, is because it shows the Trojans breaking their moral code to defend Jean, which could be significant, and I think it would introduce an interesting dilemma of how far they are willing to go to protect him from the raven’s toxicity. Idrk tho

I guess I can see that.. maybe.

For me it feels like it undermines something fundamental about who they are (especially who Jeremy is; from what we have so far, how seriously he takes being a role model/showing up as his bast self in public) and how they are presenting Jean with a new world view and reality of how it's possible to be, and how to protect, support and care for others. The idea that the others don't resort to violence to protect each other and still smash the opposition is important. That they don't display violence as a solution means that it is never presented as a possibility that it will one day be used against Jean.

Yes sure the situation of protecting him would be specific (and if it was something like Andrew saving Neil in TKM then even more so). But once they have shown they can and will resort to violence as a reaction that means he is no longer safe with them in the way he was up until that moment.

It also basically nullifies the promise he has made to them by signing the contract and committing to learning to play their way! And the tacit promise Jeremy has made to him to get them to championships by playing their way with him as part of the team!

But that's just my thoughts and maybe my mind will be changed on this (v unlikely ngl). But If that's what Nora decides to have happen in some way I'm sure she'll be able to write it in a way that carries us to that situation meaningfully and believably. It just isn't something I feel is needed at all for this story I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[mydarlingclaudia]

there’s always a piece of you

note : divider is from @/cafekitsune. uhhh idrk how to feel about this one I just kinda wanted to write angst so this probably sucks and I know it's ooc whoopsies

wc : 1.3k

desc : you've been dead for a few months now, Leon still can't get over it. established relationship, angst, hurt no comfort (I think? correct me if I'm wrong), not proofread, Leon contemplates suicide and is also reliant on alcohol, gn!reader, I kind of flip-floped between vendetta!Leon and re6!Leon so idrk you pick

There were plenty of things that happened to Leon that made his life miserable, one of them was losing you. It was no one's fault, you got sick, you had an expiration date, and Leon did everything he could to try and help you get better, but it didn't work. Leon didn't regret spending a bunch of his money trying to make your sickness go away, he just wished it would've worked, that you'd still be here with him.

Maybe not right this second, though. Maybe he doesn't want you in the car with him while he's speeding down the road, half-past one in the morning and half-past drunk.

He thinks too much, drinking doesn't help him stop thinking, like, at all, he doesn't know why he expects the outcome to be different whenever he pours himself some whiskey, but if he crashes his car then he has something to blame it on. He'd already gotten too many lectures from Claire and Chris about how he should take better care of himself, that things weren't going to stay as bad as they are right now, but things had been shitty for Leon for so long that this just added to the list of reasons on why he should drink himself to death.

You and Leon had your ups and down, everyone did, but he still doesn't believe you ever really knew how much you helped him. Knowing he had someone at home waiting for him made his job a bit easier, and knowing you were his and that he was the one who put that ring on your finger made him feel like there was something more to his life than being a weapon for the government. Leon was your husband, had been your husband, still is. He wished more than anything that he had spent more time with you, that his job didn't have to be the center of his life while you were forced to be secondary, he couldn't quit, not while he was still able-bodied, but he promised you that one day he'd have his final day in the DSO and that he'd take you on vacation without having it interrupted.

Leon was able to take you on vacation for a week to Greece, but even when the two of you came back home, he wanted to keep taking you beautiful places while he was still able to. There was still paperwork he had to do, a few less missions but he still had to do his job, you understood. He hated it, though. He wanted you to yell at him about how he should be at home with you, spending as much time as he possibly could with you. But you never yelled at him about it even though he knew it upset you, you said there was no use in arguing, he’d be there when you needed him.

He shouldn’t keep dwelling on this, you’ve been dead for five months now, but he can't get himself to focus on anything else. Leon didn't know why ghosts weren't real. If there could be zombies wandering the streets as well as dozens of other creatures that only Hell could spit out, why weren't there ghosts? Leon would take you being alive over you being a ghost any day, but if a ghost was the best he could settle for, then that's what he would accept. But he was yet to get any messages on the wall written in blood or find your belongings in places where they weren't before, not that you had to be a ghost to haunt him.

All the windows in his car are rolled all the way down, Leon's not listening to the radio or any music, he's been on all these roads before, but he still doesn't really know where he's going. He left D.C. around eight p.m. to go to a bar in Maryland, he had left the bar maybe half an hour ago and was driving through the woods, he didn’t have any plans on going back into D.C. just yet. Leon wasn’t the best driver to begin with, being drunk definitely didn’t make him any better, be he’d rather drive himself home or to the middle of nowhere than call someone to take him home.

He liked calling you, though.

Of course, you never picked up, he just liked calling so he could hear your voice on the recorded message for your missed calls. Sometimes he’d actually talk, others he’d just keep driving down the road while the silence on your end of the line dragged on.

Leon sighs softly and bites the inside of his cheek as he takes one hand off the wheel to dig in his back pocket for his phone. He steals glances between the road and his phone as he unlocks it and opens your contact, waiting patiently as it begins ringing. Leon clears his throat slightly and takes his other hand off the wheel to run his hand through his sweaty hair as he waits for your voice recording to switch on before grabbing hold of the wheel again.

He opens his mouth to talk once the ringing stops, but he doesn’t get the chance to say anything before he hears someone else on the other end.

“Hello? Who is this?” The tired voice of a woman makes his breath catch in his throat, he takes his foot off the gas and slams down on the brake, the tires of his car make a horrible screeching noise as he swerves to the side. Leon thinks he must've finally gone crazy, there couldn't have been another voice on the end of the line that was supposed to belong to you.

The woman speaks up again as Leon's car finally comes to a stop, he hadn't hit anything, but there are swervey skid marks that go down the road for a couple dozen feet. Leon breathes shakily into his phone, his foot still pressed down on the brake as he puts his car in park and leans back against his seat.

"I- fuck, I'm sorry." Leon began, his throat feeling even dryer than it already was. "Go back to bed, o-or whatever you were doing before I called. Just- goddammit." He quickly hangs up the phone and tosses it down onto the passenger seat. Leon runs his hands down his face, he can feel his chest tightening up like his lungs are about to pop inside his ribs, the stinging sensation in his eyes and throat only worsens.

When had they put your number back into use? That poor girl would probably block his number and he'd lose that little bit of your voice forever. Leon could go through his phone to find videos of you or just anything where he could hear your voice, but he figured he should wait until he remembered to work his phone more than trying to call you.

Day by day, it feels like he's losing you even more. He doesn't think he'll ever be able to get rid of your things, your clothes are still in his closet, your shampoo was still in the shower, God, even your medication was still in the medicine cabinet. But no matter how many of your things remained in his home, you're still gone.

Leon was supposed to die before you, he'd imagined it hundreds of times in his head, you knew it, too. All of this could have been avoided if he just killed himself after Raccoon City or had died on one of his missions before meeting you, maybe it would have been better for him if he had never sat next to you on that train and started talking too much.

There's nothing he can do about it now except weep and get so drunk that he could still hear you talking to him, not that he didn't imagine you laying back down in bed or lounging on the couch when he was sober. Maybe he'll see you again sooner rather than later, there wasn't really anyone who was around enough to stop him. All he knew was that his life was never really his after 1998, and without you in it, maybe it was time for it to come to an end.

[runawayscc]

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ | I Love Playin' With Fire

1982, Reader was The Runaways' bassist, angst? fluffy ending? idrk!

Word Count: 1059

A/N: This is my first time writing since like, 2022. So bear with me if this sucks, LOL. I'm gonna be experimenting with different POVs, prompts, formats, etc. My requests are open though! I'll write just about anything rockstar-related, just nothing too weird. Anyways, enough yap. Enjoy!

You stared at yourself in the mirror. You sighed as you turned, viewing your outfit from another angle. Your outfit consisted of tight, black, leather pants, a white, cropped, graphic band tee, and an oversized leather jacket you had picked up somewhere over the years. You had on black, heeled boots as well. You touched up your makeup as you waited on your friend to pick you up to take you to some artist party. 

You tried to stay involved with the music scene after you left The Runaways. No one else was really looking for a female bassist, so you just laid lowed and took on some projects where you could. You planned to start your own solo career eventually, but it was on hold now. 

You heard your friend honk her horn outside your house and you went down to her car. You got into the passenger seat and smiled. 

"You ready?" She asked. 

"Of course I am."  You replied. 

She began to drive to more rural part of LA. You didn't know who's party it was, only that your friend said you absolutely had to go, whatever that meant. She turned the radio up and for some damn reason Cherry Bomb was playing. You smiled to yourself and looked down, reminiscing on all the memories. You hung with that band till the bitter end, even after Cherie had left. It's hard to leave your family and love. 

Your friend parked the car on the street and turned the keys. She put them in her pocket and got out of the car as you followed suit. You heard subtle music as you approached the house. Your friend opened the door to the house, just walking in. You followed her in as she mingled with a few people. You recognized them all, you just weren't in much of a talkative mood. 

You made your way over to the drink counter and began to pour yourself a drink. You went back over to your friend as you nursed it. She was steadily talking and you were getting bored. You excused yourself and began to wander around, seeing if any of your closer friends were in attendance. 

That's when you spotted her. Joan fucking Jett. Your ex-bandmate, ex-lover, ex-just-about-everything. You tried to look away, but it was too late. She approached you before you could escape. Fuck. You smiled at her and she pulled you in for a side hug. 

"How've you been, honey?" She asked with a smile. 

"I've been fine, just fine." You cleared your throat. "I see the solo business is treating you well then?" 

"Oh, God, It's wonderful. I'm on my own label, my own management. It's amazing. Much better than fucking Kim, man." She said and then laughed. 

I laughed too. It was hard not to be when she looked that damn good laughing. She was in her typical attire. Leather pants, punky cut-up top, and her leather jacket. And of course, her converse shes had since '76. 

"You havent changed one bit." You say through a smile. 

"Oh, don't act like you have." She teased. "So, what are you doing now? Music still?

You nodded. "Picking up gigs here and there. Just trying to make it through till I get some inspiration to start another band or a solo career."

She nodded and swallowed. "How about we, uhm, move somewhere a bit more quiet?" She offered and you gladly accepted. You can't resist her, even if you wanted to. She lead you up the stairs into a bedroom. Her bedroom. And then it clicked why your bestfriend wanted you here. She knew it was Joan's party all along. 

You set your drink on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed across from Joan. "So are we gonna talk about it or what?" You said, bluntly. 

Joan was a little taken aback, knowing you weren't usually this straight forward. “We need to, don’t we.” She stated. 

“You left me high and dry. I mean, I get it, you were worried about your next gig, but I didn’t deserve that. I didn’t expect you to take me along, but fuck, a goodbye would’ve been nice?” You replied, trying not to get emotional. 

“I-I know. I’m sorry. It’s just I-” She shook her head. “I can’t even make an excuse. It was shitty, I was stupid and scared, and I knew I couldn’t be what you needed.” She admitted. 

“You know you could have told me that. You know I would’ve been there for you every step of the way, Joanie.” Joanie. That dumb little nickname you had for her. 

“I know you would have. And truthfully, I don’t know why I did it. I was spiraling, the band had failed, I was hooked on drugs, I wasn’t on talking terms with anyone but you and Sandy. It sucked, baby. It was scary. I thought I was done for.”

You nodded along, listening to everything she had to say. You didn’t think of some of that. That band was her baby, her pride and joy. And she had to watch it crash and burn over drugs, temper tantrums, and shitty management. Not to forget about Lita’s stupid and sudden obsession with everyone’s sexualities. 

“I thought that to have a successful solo career I had to forget the Runaways. Forget anything that had to do with it, you know? Like I had to start completely over.” She sniffed and rubbed her nose. That’s when you really noticed how enlarged her pupils were and you couldn’t help but shake your head. 

“You still hooked?” You asked and your eyes softened. 

She stared back at you and bit her lip. “Im okay, baby.” 

Fuck. 

“Joan, honey..” You started, but she cut you off by placing a finger on your lips. You looked at her and made eye contact and you felt something. She moved her finger and held eye contact. You swallowed anxiously. Joan leaned in and kissed you before you could say anything else. 

You were taken aback but kissed her back. How could you not? You couldn’t deny that you still had feelings for her. Your love for her never left, as much as you told yourself it did. Joan pulled back and looked into your eyes, her hand moving to hold your jaw gently.

“You missed that, Hm?” “Don’t pretend you didn’t.”

[spidernuggets]

I'm really sorry to even ask for such a thing 🤣 but I just find it hilarious how disgusted they would be, I feel like it may even cause the freeze response that some people get in panic or danger situations but may I request the titans-especially Jason's- reaction to their friend and fellow titan (y/n) getting really drunk or truth serumed or something and saying that she thinks the Joker is kinda hot y'know if it weren't for the clown gimmick and all the terrorism

nearly every version is at least a little bit pretty even the animated ones lol looking at you btas and it does not help that he's voiced by marky mark, like how am I in love with a drawing 🤣🙃

Jason's Reaction to Reader Calling the Joker Hot.

You and Jason were out in a club, celebrating a victorious night after locking up a shit load of criminals.

You were having the time of your life, along with one shot, two shots, three shots, four. Usually, you had a good alcohol intake. You and Jason were known to be able to take plenty of drinks before needing to hurl.

But tonight, you were biting off more than you could chew.

You were at the bar, asking the bartender for another drink.

"Another one, babe? You're worse than me," Jason laughs, ordering the same thing you did.

"Not worse," was all you were able to mutter.

"You know..." You began to laugh, covering your flushed face with your hands, taking a couple of breaths before laughing again.

"Know what, mama?" He asks, curious, taking yours and his drink from the bartender, keeping it safe until you're ready for it.

"Not gonna lie... uhhh," you tried to think, rubbing your temples with your index fingers. "You.. you know uhhh Joke man.. The.. The Joker." Jason hums in response. "Low.. lowkey. LOWkey, Jay... Joker issss...uhmm... You know if you would take off the clown makeup.. anddd.. If he wasn't a.. a uhm.. homicidal maniac.. he lowkey kinda.."

Jason's face scrunches up. He drinks both of your drinks, and you whine in disappointment. "Jay!! I was gunna..mm drink that," and you start to cry.

"Nope, nope, nope. We're going back to the tower. You're definitely over your drink limit." He says, for once, being responsible.

"Why!! I'm not even feelin' sick yet," you pouted.

He scoffed, putting your arm over his shoulder as he supported you up, walking to the exit. "You basically just said the Joker was hot. That IS feeling sick."

"Ooooh, maybe you just jealous, Jason Wason," you puckered your lips close to his ear. "Is okay..mmm.. You're hotter, aha," you giggled, throwing your head back while laughing.

"Yeah, yeah, sure, say that to me when you're sober, babe."

POV, you're jason:

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also, soz i only did jason 😪😪 idrk how to write for anyone else 💀💀

[lu4r-cel3st]

Pair:Kuvira x f!Reader

Summary: Kuvira, the Great Uniter, met you at a party and they were immediately drawn to each other. As the night went on, their connection grew stronger, but Kuvira's jealousy was sparked when she saw you talking to another girl. (Idrk how to summarize this)

Wc:890ish words idk man

Warnings: Fingering,Nipple play

Lowk shitty writing

Kuvira, resplendent in a sleek black dress, her hair styled in an elegant updo, mingled with the guests at the party. Her piercing gaze scanned the room, her confidence and charisma drawing people to her like a magnet. You, on the other hand, looked stunning in your red dress, your hair cascading down your back like a waterfall of night. Kuvira couldn't help but notice the way you laughed and smiled, and she felt an inexplicable pull towards you. As the night wore on, Kuvira found herself gravitating towards you, engaging in witty banter and laughter. The connection between you was palpable, and it seemed like the whole room had melted away, leaving only the two of you. But, as the hours passed, Kuvira's gaze began to wander, and she noticed you chatting with another girl, a beautiful young woman with short, spiky hair and a charming smile. At first, Kuvira tried to brush off the pang of jealousy that settled in her chest. She was the Great Uniter, after all, a woman of immense power and control. But as she watched you laugh and joke with the other girl, she couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease. Who was this girl, and why was she taking control your attention?

Kuvira's eyes narrowed, her jaw clenched in a mixture of anger and possessiveness. She excused herself from the group she was talking to and made her way over to you, her long strides eating up the distance. As she approached, the other girl glanced up, sensing Kuvira's presence, and smiled nervously. "Mind if I steal her away for a minute?" Kuvira asked, her voice low and husky, her eyes flashing with a hint of warning. The other girl, sensing the tension, quickly excused herself, leaving Kuvira and you alone.The music and laughter of the party seemed to fade into the background as Kuvira's gaze locked onto yours. "You seem to be having a lot of fun," she said, her voice laced with a hint of accusation. "I didn't realize you were so... sociable."You smiled, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind Kuvira's ear. "I'm just making the most of the evening," you said, your touch sending shivers down Kuvira's spine. "But I have to say, I'm glad we're alone now. I was starting to feel like I was losing you to the crowd." Kuvira's expression softened, her eyes searching yours for any sign of insincerity. But all she saw was genuine affection and desire. The party, the music, the people – everything faded away, leaving only the two of you, suspended in a world of your own creation.As the night drew to a close, Kuvira took your hand, leading you out of the crowded room and into the cool night air. The stars twinkled above, and the sound of laughter and music grew fainter, replaced by the beating of your hearts.

Without a word, Kuvira pulled you close, her lips crashing down on yours in a fierce, possessive kiss. You wrapped your arms around her, deepening the kiss, as the world around you melted away. The party, the people, the noise – everything was forgotten, leaving only the two of you, lost in the intensity of your passion.As you broke apart for air, Kuvira's eyes locked onto yours, burning with a fierce desire. "I want you," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of your hearts.”I want you now”You nodded, your eyes never leaving hers, and together you stumbled towards the nearest room, the door slammed shut behind you. Kuvira's hands were everywhere, her fingers tracing the contours of your body, her lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. You responded in kind, your touch igniting a blaze of desire within her. The room was a whirlwind of passion, the air thick with the scent of desire, as you both gave in to the urges that had been driving you all night. As Kuviras fingers slipped inside you, you gasped, your body arching beneath hers. She moved in rhythm, her touch sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. You reached out, your hands cupping Kuvira's breasts, your fingers teasing her nipples until she moaned with pleasure. In that moment, nothing else mattered. The party, the people, the world outside – everything was forgotten, leaving only the two of you, lost in the intensity of your passion. And as you came together, your bodies entwined, your hearts beating as one, you knew that nothing could ever tear you apart.

Ps:I AM NOT a good smut writer 🥀

Taglist: @graciedollie

[gardening-guy]

much love to @tomorrowsgardennc for writing this out and tagging me, this is beautiful!!

fill it out and tag your garden friends, teehee!

🌱 current garden 🌱

what season is it currently? winter!! and oh dear god i want it to be overrrr, spring pls come

how's the weather been? normal or unusual? kinda both?? we've gotten more snow in the past couple of weeks than we have in years tbh, and it's so sporadic? like my state is normally pretty bipolar with weather, but this year, it's extra dramatic

what's growing the most successfully? hmmm.... most of my garden produce has gone bye bye at this point rn, but my violas? my violas are fucking thriving, they do not care how many times they get covered in snow and ice. they're champs!! the runner-up is the cilantro in the corner of most of my raised beds!

what's struggling the most? omg before everything went bye bye anyway, the broccoli HATED me, same with the chinese pink celery... i figured out that broccoli isn't exactly always great to have with others, but the more yk for the future!!

any garden animals? do stray cats count?? other than cinnabun the asshole/cute stray cat, no unfortunately. but one of my neighbors have chickens that regularly visit me!! i throw out cut fruit regularly and have lots of kitchen scraps in my compost pile, so i like to think they like me most lol

how much space are you growing in? idrk tbh?? i have no idea, but at least a decent space? it's like... the size of two decently big park sandboxes, in my head's comparison realm lol

are you happy with that space, or do you want more? i think i'm happy with the size of it, but it's honestly not the best area bc the house attached sucks ass... i am so happy with the size and parameters, but we're going to move bc the house itself sucks ass

✨️ future garden ✨️

what's next on the to-do list for the garden? i need to continue seed starting, and it is admittedly a bit tricky planning a garden when you plan on moving out in july, but we're making things work!! i want to buy more dirt and finish redoing the original flower beds i made in the back yard and front yard

new plants you want to try and grow? sunflowers, beets, more varieties of tomatoes, and marigolds!

new garden skills you want to learn? holy shit i need to expand on my carpentry and woodworking skills but those aren't new... i guess i want to learn just in general. as much as i can!!!!

new tools you need to buy? does a new knee brace count?? in addition, bird netting to make sure my neighbor's chickens don't get in my raised beds and more stakes + trellises

what needs to be built? a trellis system for the tomatoes, bird netting over the raised beds, wooden borders for my flower beds in the backyard + front yard, and a lean-upon to tuck my bike underneath to protect it from rain

what needs to be cleaned up? oh god everything agh!! but especially the front yard, people tend to dump trash out there. i think i might try to get a spare trash can to help myself and others out with!

📝 dream garden 📝

top of your wishlist? an actual greenhouse with a generator for heating mats and lights and fans aaaaaa i want it so bad (or a shed to hide all my gardening stuff in)

first plant you're buying if you win the lottery? honestly??? probably more seeds instead, but so so so many cut flower seeds!!

if you could change growing zones, which one would it be and why? honestly, i don't know enough about gardening zones to answer this one? i think i'm content where i'm at :)

what do you want to grow, but can't? why not? any berry bush or fruit tree.... maybe i can do a blueberry bush if i pot it, but it's because i'm going to move soon and can't guarantee the investment in digging a hole and the money to possibly not be able to take it with me....

👀 admit it... 👀

how many spare nursery pots you have: oh fuuuuuck soooooo manyyyyyyy i think probably around 20ish

how many plants are still in it's original container and need to be planted: i'm luckily just worrying about my houseplants rn, but most of them need a good repotting... probably around 20-30ish of my houseplants

how many seed packets do you have: too many to count but i'll count anyway!!! i'll be right back :) follow-up: i counted and it was 145 seed packets (not including the handful i have on my desk to send to friends)

how many more seeds did you buy this year anyway: thankfully, that's all i have right now!! i made my orders earlier, so nothing is coming at this time

💚 garden favorites 💚

favorite flower plant? my beloved zinnias to grow, but i love a beautiful carnation and sunflower personally

favorite vegetable plant? kale to grow!!!

favorite fruit plant? tomatoessssssss

favorite landscaping plant? bee balm, lavender, and goldenrod, do those count?

favorite pollinator? leafcutter bee :)

favorite garden noise or texture? omg i love a good whiff of cilantro smell or general dirt smell! i love the sound of the birds chirping!! i love the feel of soft petals between my fingers!!

favorite gardening book or blog or podcast? i loveddddd the urban homestead by coyne and knutzen, but i'm starting the new seed-starting handbook by nancy bubel in a moment!

@tomorrowsgardennc tagged most people i also know, but i shall tag @toadleeah and encourage anyone to fill this out as they like!!

[k4marina]

ik i said that i was going on a break (which i am), but i'm a little nosey and wanted to know if you guys wanted the reader to have a love interest? and if so, who? or if you guys want to be extra then and add an original character of like a noble house or a knight, anything really.

and just for clarification: reader and dany's relationship is platonic. and ig you can say her relationship with tyrion, missandei, and grey worm is professional(?) minus varys who she can't wait to feed to drogon.

anyways, vote and write what you want in the comments. if it's a resounding no, then i'll leave reader single and alone, if yes comment who and if it's an oc then give like a background or smt idrk it's 4 am and i should be asleep idk why i'm here.

i'll leave the vote thing up for a week, so ponder ur thoughts. if it's a yes, i'll add the character in the next chapter or the one after it.

vote, my subjects

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[twistedprince]

Shark Bait (Dorian) and Obey Me! Shall We Date spoilers !!

Mkay ik the Shark Bait fandom is smoll (iz a game on an app called Dorian) but at the same time...

I kinda wanna make a Shark Bait x Obey Me fic

Like MC going through all the Shark Bait stuff n then going through all the obey me stuff

Lmfao just imagine lesson 16 n MC comes back and like-

MC: "This is my second time dying. Why have the gods put this upon me. At least last time it was for a good reason!"

Everyone else: "Wtf-"

And like MC first getting there be like

Diavolo: "You'll be staying at the House of Lamination so they can protect you and because you have no magic."

MC: "Dude, i was scarified to a narcissistic god, found out i have this thing called "ocean eyes" that make ocean deities horny, brought back to life by POSEIDON HIMSELF, had to give blood to lift the narcissistic god's curse, had to deal with a sadistic doctor who gave me a lust crest, i got attacked, a mage gave me a potion, i got unbelievable horny, shit doctor gave me potions to help, i made the mating season start earlier, had to take care of that, the narcissistic god trying to woo me, lifted his cursed, got kidnapped by an obsessive orca king who thought i was his love from years ago cuz i'm also blessed by Poseidon, three days later my shiver came to help, their was fighting, peace happened, i went back with my shiver, narcissistic god went to Olympus, i was chosen to lead the sharks while he was gone, and then nothing super crazy happened after that. But still- i have some magic and i have shark deities to handle."

Everyone: "..."

Lucifer: "Do you have any magic to defend yourself with?"

MC: "...Gimme a sword and i can defend myself."

Asmo: "Was the god successful at wooing you?"

MC: "Erm, i can't answer that."

But like yeah i just think it'd be fun. OH AND MC AND SOLOMON MEETING-

Solomon: "You know, you should really be more careful. The only reason more demons aren't trying to eat you is because they'd get in trouble."

MC: "Ehhh, i think it's because of my rune."

Solomon: "You're what?-"

MC: *Pulls out rune.* "My rune?"

Solomon: "...How did you get that?"

MC: "I waa given it."

Solomon: "I haven't seen a rune like that in ages. I thought you couldn't find then anymore.."

MC: "Oh.. Welp."

Solomon: "Interesting.. Who gave it to you?"

MC: "Some friends of mine."

Solomon: "Hmm.. Where did they get it?"

MC: "I dunno."

Solomon: "Well then, would you like to have lunch with me?"

MC: "Sure."

*During lunch*

Solomon: "...Really???"

MC: "Yup!"

Solomon: "So.. You're immortal and the leader of a bunch of shark deities?"

MC: "Yup!"

Solomon: "And you're friends with gods?"

MC: "More or less."

Solomon: "Ha.."

I feel like Solo was OOC there but eh whatevs- but still i just really think it'd be funny if that happened- OH OH OH AND WHAT IF WHEN MC N SOLO ARE VISITING THE CELESTIAL REALM THEY RUN INTO THE PREVIOUS OCEAN EYED HUMAN THAT STRYKER LOVED

Oms everytime i think of this idea i was think of MC meeting the other ocean eyed person. And everytime i make the previous one their great great great great great (idk how many greats) grandparent. Or ancestor idk the difference. But that'd mean the previous ocean eyed human had siblings so ye.

But yeah idk i just wanna make this idea even tho i have like 3 (maybe 4) other fics i need work on SOOOOOOOOOOO-

Yeah i need motivation n energy... Siiigh...

And i always delete my writing so erm yurrr

But anygays sorry for rambling/OOC stuff/grammer mistakes

BUT if i did write this depending if anyone were to read it- i may make MC an actual somewhat god🤭 maybe idrk, i'd have to do research to see if that's even POSSIBLE hahaaa but ya know-

And if it was then i'd make MC have to fight an ocean monster (cuz they're blessed by Poseidon so i'd have them be more connected to water n things) and kill it but MC actually does the secret option and tames it.

Uh yeah sry am rambling more-

BUT YEAH IDK HOW TO END THIS TAKES FOR READING HAVE NICE DAY/NIGHT/WHATEVER

[donquixotehomura]

Donquixote Doflamingo x Reader Calm Nights

Master List

No warnings just some fluff for Doffy's delusional fangirls like me, kinda short like the last one, check out A/N at the end if you wanna, thus can be read as Pre-Dressrosa or just on their way to or from a Warlord meeting, same as the last Doffy and Reader have been together for years so I can't even tell if it'd be OOC or not as we really don't know how he'd act with someone he genuinely loves, it'd take years of hard work to get through his walls and I don't trust myself with writing that yet sooooo.......

Under the gentle glow of the moonlight, Doffy and Y/N found themselves on the deck of their ship, nestled in each other’s arms. The night air was cool and calm, the only sound the gentle lapping of waves against the hull.

Y/N sat on Doffy's lap his arm wrapped around her his fluffy coat engulfing her, like a protective blanket covered in his scent providing warmth and safety, her arm wrapped around his back as her head laid on his shoulder, breathing in his intoxicating scent, both having a glass of wine in their free hand, they enjoyed the calm of the night, a rare occurrance for them.

Wrapped in the warmth of each other’s embrace, they sat in comfortable silence for a while, content to simply be in each other’s company. But as the minutes passed, soft conversations began to flow between them, their voices carrying on the breeze like whispers of secrets shared only between them.

They spoke of dreams and aspirations, of memories both cherished and bittersweet. They laughed at inside jokes and reminisced about moments they had shared together. And as they talked, they found solace in the knowledge that no matter what the future held, they would always have each other.

As the night wore on, they leaned into each other, finding comfort in the familiar touch of hands intertwined and heads resting against shoulders. And as they watched the stars twinkle overhead, they knew that in each other’s arms, they had found their own little piece of paradise amidst the vast expanse of the treacherous ocean.

A/N: So I woke up to my first post having 19 notes and I had a few minutes of holy shit and joy ☺ thank you all really it made me happy, so here's more, I'm tying to figure out how to make a master list already, I have a lot of pre-written fics sitting in my Google word/docs some are very short and others are 10K words (like wtf? 😂) I'll keep posting the small ones, the notes I got really encouraged me to continue so thanks for everyone who interacted and for future support ♥, funny thing is that I'm writtinh from my phone for some reason so if the format is weird that's maybe why idrk, you can leave any comments you wanna, if you want me to change some stuff or not, I have fics for many others not just Doffy but I just felt like starting with these, send help I don't know if I'm tagging right 🥲

[yuri-is-online]

Sorry if this ask makes absolutely no sense I just need you to know the absolute emotion I feel because of this Ayuu.

I need you to know just . how close to tears I am . I just reread your Azul meeting his Yutu and I am. IM CRYING. THE “Your daddy’s here” IS TAKING ME OUT AND SHOOTING ME DEAD . IM GENUINELY TEARING UP. I think I’ve read every part so far twice over, barring the Yuu specific ones cause they Hurt Me. Speaking of hurt, Deuce!Yutu and Riddle!Yutu hurt me so so bad . All of the Yutus do, but they’re the ones that just came to mind rn and it’s so so sad. Especially Riddle! Yutu because he hates his dad :( Idek why I might’ve blocked out why LMAO,,, I love all the Heartslabyul characters and their kids it makes me cry. Especially Trey. He’s such a weirdly domestic freak that the idea of him being denied the family life he’s always been content with is so so sad. ALL OF THEM . THEY MAKE ME SO SAD BECAUSE THEY WANT TO BE WITH YUU!! They want to be with Yuu, and most of them are obviously happy to have a kid, but to know that that’s been taken away from you by circumstances that are literally destroying the world you live and love in? Yeah. That’s Rough!!

I would love to see Jamil!Yutu and how Jamil reacts to his child feeling guilt for something he never did, was never responsible for, and again has to suffer through because of the family theirs has been forced to serve. I think he’d be so mad, so so mad this boy has grown up thinking he’s the biggest blight of his father’s life, the cause of his death, when in reality he’s probably someone Original Timeline! Jamil would have cherished.

I LOVE YOU RUGGIE BUCCHI!!! Sorry I needed to cry that out this made me love him so much more!!! And Rook!! I love you Rook Hunt you weirdo. Ruggie being like “Idrk what to do… but I can bug Leona about it” is so so real. Him not caring if his son is charismatic as long as he knows his cards and is able to survive. Rook as a phantom is genuinely breaking my heart idk why. All of the phantoms break my heart. I don’t want to imagine anything abt them if I do because if I imagine them having even a fraction of sentience I’m heartbroken. Imagine being unable to prevent something from possessing you. Imagine your body and soul being used to tear your home apart— imagine seeing any of that through your own eyes. Imagine seeing your own kid after years of thinking them missing. I would genuinely not be able to handle that. It’s giving the Last of Us zombies where they’re completely aware and conscious throughout the first phase. Scared . Heartbroken .

Anyways, this au is 100000/10 I need you to know this. YOUR MIND IS SO SO BRILLIANT!!! I’m probably gonna keep rereading everything you’ve written so far about it because I’m having so many brain worms . So so many. Sorry for this ramble!! Please ignore this ask if for any reason I might have said something you didn’t like >:]]]] I HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL YEAR!!!!

;-; ty so much for your kind words anon I am injecting them into my veins to continue writing. You have said nothing wrong, rambles are nice to receive, though my ask box is a bit cluttered at the moment and I am super busy so getting to things in a timely manner is not something I am able to do.

Riddle! Yutu was the first one to get a post, and I am tempted to re do it as I was still figuring out the format. He hates his dad because he wasn't there for him when he was a child and he doesn't know why. In the good timeline he's something of a daddy's boy; he really wants Riddle to be proud of and praise him

After I finish editing the second part of Rook's post you will be pleased to know the next post is about Jamil. I'm still formulating the outline of it because I've been thinking some thoughts about stars and unique magics

The way I write the phantoms they posses the instincts of their former selves but the individual lacks the input you might associate with consciousness. I'll get more into it in the second half of Rook's post... but there is a degree of awareness of their actions.

There's a lot of tragedy in this ayuu, I'm glad I'm hitting my stride with it c: it's nice to know people are liking it