#and I don’t want them I feel nothin g

[chibelial]

I didn’t turn on a comedy to be called tf out, Dennis

[m4dm4yhem]

(⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃ EARTH 42 MILES ROMANCE HCS

PAIRING: MILES G. MORALES X FEM READER

SUMMARY: RELATIONSHIP W/ MILES

INSPIRED BY: @cyb3rspyd3r

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

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MILES MORALES WHO IS SO IN LOVE WITH YOU whenever you leave your phone with him when you leave the room, he’s going through.. in a way to make sure you’re behaving the way you promise him you are, to see what new numbers you have in your phone, to see if you talk about him with your friends, anything that shows him he isn’t wasting his time by being with you.. don’t mistake that for him not trusting you… he does, he’s just a nosy bastard.

MILES MORALES WHO IS SO IN LOVE WITH YOU his mood can be adjusted by the sheer sight of you, let’s say he’s mad about something.. maybe his counselor was feeding him bullshit about his future; that he needed to mention the fact he was struggling in order for colleges to give him any kind of time of day… that pissed him off, because who are you.. to tell him that he’s just a struggling poor kid but the second he laid his eyes on you.. he was smiling again, and forgot why he was mad in the first place

“ whatchu smilin’ all hard for?”

“ nothin… I just.. like being around you, mama.”

MILES MORALES WHO IS SO IN LOVE WITH YOU the littlest things will remind him of you, miles morales.. who is so in love with you.. that he once gave you a rock he found on the ground because it had a smooth front, and he remembered the time your arms were smooth after shaving.. that he couldn’t stop touching them, even when you wore long sleeves; he’d just sneak two fingers into your sleeve and run them down your arm.. it would usually be a surprise too..

“ eek- what! miles?! can you get your cold ass fingers off me.. please..”

“ mami.. c’mon, you feel so good though.. like a countertop or sum.”

“ boy… you stupid if that’s the only thing you can compare it too..”

“ stupidly in love with you.. that’s the only thing I’m stupid in.. don’t play with me before I fuck you up.”

“ nigga.. miles shut the fuck up, you ain’t touching me niggatron..”

“ …”

“ yeah exactly..”

“ oh, no.. trust.. I will take care of that attitude.. but what the fuck is a niggatron..?”

MILES MORALES WHO IS SO IN LOVE WITH YOU that he takes pride in being your ‘ mini me’ every single saying that you have said around him; he’s said it around his friends, his uncle, everyone.. it just slips out, like one time he accidentally said one thing you say quite often around his uncle, after his uncle

“ girl..you did not eat that.. you thought you did, but I still see the lil ceasar’s hot and ready on the table.. why is that?”

“ nigga what?”

MILES MORALES WHO IS SO IN LOVE WITH YOU he never says no to you, whatever you want.. he will get it.. if it’s within his budget.. he’s fifteen years old not a sugar daddy, as well as the fact his mother is struggling with the bills so most of his money goes towards her; but with the extra money she refuses to take from him.. you’re spoiled with it.. if he hears you need a new lip liner, he’s asking what color.. suggesting a reddish brown or a black, his favorite colors on you.. if you want a new stuffed animal he’s buying one from the nearest store, while he usually has to stretch his dollar, and most trips are made with him asking you which one you need more.. a teddy bear.. or chick fil a, and he gets whichever one you want more.

“ mama..”

“ you can’t rush perfection, miles! I’m thinking..”

“ girl.. perfection? I asked you if you wanted ice cream now or chipotle later..”

MILES MORALES WHO IS SO IN LOVE WITH YOU he tells everyone who will listen all the wonderful things about you.. and by wonderful I mean everything you did.. whenever his girlfriend is mentioned or the possibility of hanging out with someone who isn’t you.. he will start yapping about you

“ hey man.. you coming over to TJ’s? we gon be playing basketball.. and then going down to the mall.. “

“ nah man, my girl said she wanted to come over tonight.. meet my ma n shit..”

“ man.. didn’t you have your girl over last night too? “

“ yeah .. she comin to meet my mami tonight though.”

“ she couldn’t have met her last night?”

“ my ma be at work.. ion think she even remember me telling her about my girl, to be honest with you mane.”

MILES MORALES WHO IS SO IN LOVE WITH YOU he steals his uncle’s car to see you late at night, he knocks on your window at two in the morning, because his uncle is working… not a normal job but that job, so he drives over there.. illegally may I add; since he’s 15, he only has his learners. he does this just to lay in bed with you, to spoon you and tell you how much he loves you.. how much he lives for you

“ I love you.. so much, [name] you make my life.. so easy.. so tolerable.. I’m not as.. sad and depressed now that you’re with me, I love staying and being with you. you make my world brighter, you make my life better.. I love you, I can’t imagine a world with you.. cariño..”

MILES MORALES WHO IS SO IN LOVE WITH YOU he asked you to marry him one day, he had gave you a plastic ring he got from one of those coin machines when he was going to wash clothes with his mom; he had got a pretty one that had a plastic gem shaped into a heart.. he told you how much he valued you.. how much he cared, how he never wanted to lose you.. how he knew you two were only teenagers.. but he wanted to be with you forever nonetheless.

MILES MORALES WHO IS SO IN LOVE WITH YOU that he has your face plastered on every social media platform he has, your face is his profile picture on the very few he has. ( instagram, twitter, & tiktok.. he has snapchat too, where the main things he posts are just recycled videos he already sent you, and a private story with all the girls he knows has a crush on him added, and he just show cases your love)

MILES MORALES WHO IS SO IN LOVE WITH YOU after the first date, he walked into his room with a big grin on his face. you two had went to the aquarium, and he saw a shark plushie he wanted but didn’t have enough money for.. and you had bought it for him.. no hesitation.. he was so in love with you in that moment.. that he had named it after you.

“ I don’t give a fuck if this shark a boy.. his name gon be [name] today.”

overall.. he’s just so in love with you.. he’d do whatever it takes to make sure you know he loves you.

[bennysblabbering]

Turning up the Heat

Kinktober: "Temperature Play" || Portgas D. Ace x reader

contents: pirate!reader, massages, clit play, fingering

words: 1.1k

g/n afab reader

↓ Ficlet below the cut ↓

You hum pleasantly as Ace’s hands knead at your back, massaging the sore muscles and adding a subtle heat to his hands to help release tension. You’re laying on his bed on your stomach, your hands under your head and your legs crossed as he hovers over you, pressing onto the tender skin with warm palms. As excitingly freeing as being a pirate was, engaging in near daily battles that left your body aching was certainly not one of your favorite aspects. Tired of repeatedly taking from Marco’s excessive painkiller stock, you eventually asked your slightly less intimidating crewmate to use his powers for good and help you out. 

“I should’ve asked for this a long time ago. This feels great,” you mumble, the warmth from his hands slowly easing the soreness away. He chuckles in response, continuing his movements, amused by your reaction to him performing what he considered such a simple and easy task.

“It’s nothin’. This is certainly better than being asked to light a cigarette or a candle.” 

You giggle in response, imagining him hesitantly complying with a task seemingly below him. Having fire literally at one’s fingertips would be immensely useful for a number of reasons, but it would certainly also come with other people seeing you as nothing more than the heat you produce, asking for your assistance with mundane tasks. But what kinds of things could you use such power for when it comes to recreation?

Your cheeks match the heat of your back, flushing pink as you ask him a new question out of curiosity.

“Ace?”

“Yeah?”

A nervous chuckle escapes your throat. “Have you—and it’s fine if you don’t want to answer this—ever used your powers for sexual purposes?”

He laughs in response, seemingly unphased by the question as he continues his motions on your back. “Nah. No one’s ever asked.”

You respond with a brief hum and a raise of the eyebrows. “That surprises me. I feel like if I were in that situation, I’d immediately want to take advantage of that. I think it’d feel really good.”

“Well, I guess I haven’t been with adventurous enough people then,” he says with a huff and a smile.

Immediately following his response, his hands continued and yet you both fell silent. The same thought popped into both of your minds, but neither of you wanted to say it out loud. 

You clear your throat, trying to say the words before you could chicken out.

“I mean…if you want…you could-I could-we could…um…”

“Try it,” you both say in sync.

Your faces both blush as you turn to look at him, lip tucked between your teeth nervously, a shaky but suggestive grin creeping onto his face as you make eye contact. You turn around and slowly sit up, your gazes meeting in a heavy-lidded look of mutual desire. He cups your cheek with his hand, leaning in to place a kiss on your lips; for a man so rough around the edges, his lips had a pleasant softness to them. 

Your hands cautiously reach upward to feel at his body. You’d fantasized for a long time about what his freckled muscles felt like, constantly exposed for your eyes to wander over. His hands respond just as curiously by helping to remove your shirt, and his lips make his way to your neck and collarbone, peppering small but caring kisses on the skin. 

His voice lowers into a quiet and husky tone, mumbling against your skin. “‘M not sure how far you’d wanna go, but I assume you want me to touch you…” He reaches down and slips his hand underneath the waistband of your pants, palming over your clothed cunt. “...here?”

Your breath hitches as you nod with a gulp, growing more needy with each moment your bodies were pressed so close together. Your voice comes out breathy with an audible need. “Y-yeah.”

He chuckles as he reaches into your underwear, pressing a single finger to your clit as he continues to kiss your exposed flesh. You let out a small whine, subtly grinding back into his touch. Amused by your immediate eagerness, he subtly heats the single fingertip, continuing his movements of rubbing small circles onto the bud. A shaky moan escapes your lips; already the small change in temperature was enough to make you yearn for more. 

You reach down to pull the rest of your clothes off, spreading your thighs a bit wider to give his wandering fingers easier access. His middle and ring finger slide their way up and down your slick folds, lubricating them before he slowly inserts them into your entrance, looking up at you with a lustful smugness in his eyes. You lean your head back into the pillows as you gasp, reveling in the sensation of his long fingers inside you. 

Almost immediately he turns up the heat in his fingers, sliding them all the way into the knuckle as the temperature increases. A choked whimper escapes you, your fingers digging into his back, moaning at the intense new feeling as the hot digits steadily start to pump in and out of you. He parts his lips from your skin, sitting up and hovering over you as his heated hands continue to work your pussy.

“How’s that feel? Feel as good as you thought it would?”

You nod, your eyes glazed over and your mouth hung open as you continue to moan quietly. “Feels so damn good, Ace. Even better than I thought.” 

“Glad to hear it,” he says as he uses his other hand to work your clit once again, the thermal digit sensually kneading the bud, the heat intensifying the pleasure. Feeling both the hot fingers thrusting into you and caressing your clit, your mind goes numb from the incredible new sensation. You could get addicted to this- his warm hands skillfully playing with your cunt, knowing exactly what to work and how to work it, the heat enhancing the entire experience. 

You can feel a familiar sensation growing in your core and your hold on him tightens, screwing your eyes shut with your jaw hanging slack as you let your orgasm take hold of your body.

“Fuck, Ace! Don’t fucking stop, holy shit. Fuck, I’m cumming!”

Your mind goes hazy as the only subject taking over your thoughts is the heated stimulation on the most sensitive and intimate part of your body. You’d never quite felt anything like this before, and you loved every single moment of it. 

You slowly come down from your high and your tight grip on him loosens, a relieved exhale escaping your lips as your hips come back down onto the bed. He withdraws the warm digits, making you gasp as the lack of them almost felt cold. A small whine leaves you, the carnal need for heat continuing to ravage through you.

“Can we do that again?”

[graysdarling]

〡𝓡. singh ˎˊ˗ sfw alphabet.

- summery: sfw alphabet with ravi <3

- warnings: nothin probably

- words: 1455

reblogs and comments are appreciated ⭑.ᐟ

a = affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

i feel like ravi would be super affectionate. his love language would be physical touch, so he’d pepper you with kisses and everything.

b = best friend (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?)

he’d be like the best best friend. he would definitely make your friends go “wait—the two of you aren’t dating?!” and stuff like that. if we’re going with the a good girls’ guide to murder plot, you’d meet at a coffee shop. you were a waitress taking his order. you knew about all of the rumors but you weren’t really interested in them. you wouldn’t lie, you were kind of scared, but then you found out that he was really nice and kind. you then decided to help him find out about his brother along with pippa.

c = cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

he would love to cuddle. he would be fine with it if you didn’t want to, but if you did, he would immediately jump onto you and lay on top or your chest. i feel like he’d move a lot while sleeping, so the two of you have many different ways of cuddling.

d = domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

ravi wouldn’t mind settling down with you. if you’d ask, he would immediately agree. but, ravi can’t cook for absolute shit. you would have to cook for him—and if you can’t cook, best BELIEVE the two of you will be eating out 24/7.

e = ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

oh he would try to be kind as possible. idk why he would break up with you, but if he did, he would also start to cry and try to end it off with good terms.

f = fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

oh he would be COMMITTED. no other women in his life fr. i feel like he’d want to take it slow, but he’d sometimes imagine marrying you.

g = gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

ravi would be gentle and loving with you. he would also play fight with you, but lovingly. if that made sense.🤕

h = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

he hugs differently depending on his mood. if he’s happy, it’s tight hugs and laughter. if he’s sad, it’s like he’s clinging onto you for dear life.

i = i love you (how fast do they say the l-word?)

im pretty sure that ravi’s the type of person to be a middle person. as in, not too fast, but not too long either. probably the first person in the relationship so say i love you. and when he does say it, he MEANS it.

j = jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?)

i can’t see ravi as a jealous person. sometimes he might pretend he’s jealous just to tease you. but IF he does get jealous, then he’s pretty clingy. he’ll still act the same, but he’ll be holding your hand more, waist, ect ect when the person’s around.

k = kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

probably either or. a quick peck or a passionate one. it depends on his mood. he tends to kiss you on your forehead a lot, but he also likes to kiss you directly. likes to be kissed everywhere most likely.

l= little ones (how are they around children?)

hit or miss. he might love them sometimes, he might hate them sometimes. either way he’s slightly awkward with them. when he loves them though, best believe you’ll be getting father and child vibes.

m = morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

totally “let’s stay in bed for a little while longer.” if you don’t feel good, then he’s totally making you breakfast in bed even though he’s half asleep.

n = night (how are nights spent with them?)

movie nights. MOVIE NIGHTS.

o = open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

i feel like he would start to reveal things whenever. just like little facts about him here and there, then sometimes you learn about his past. either way he respects your boundaries.

p = patience (how easily angered are they?)

VERY patent. the type of guy to be a lover, not a fighter. he isn’t easily angered but if he’s like MAD MAD, he’ll most likely just stare at the dude and let you go at him tbh

q = quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

will definitely try to remember facts about you. sometimes mentions them in a conversation and you can’t help to swoon over the fact that he remembered. if he does forget though, he’ll try harder to remember the fact that he forgot.

r = remember (what is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

all his moments with you are his favorite. but most likely, it’ll be whenever you told him that you love him back.

it wasn’t a bad location, you realized. the two of you decided to go on a walk and ended up in a forest. it wasn’t scary, necessarily, it was cozy actually. to you at least. ravi was next to you, holding your hand as you both continued to walk down the path of the forest trail. it was now or never, because you wouldn’t be able to say this later. ��hey, ravi?” you broke the comfortable silence and he turned to you. “yeah, lion?” you softly smiled at the nickname. “so, uhm, remember that time—where you told me you loved me?” he stopped walking at your hesitation. he turned his body to you, fully, and looked at you with eyes filled with worry. “yeah—but, listen, you don’t have to say it back if you don’t want to—” “no,” you quickly shut him up. “that’s the thing. i do love you, ravi.” he blinked a few times. “what?” “i love you, ravi.” you saw the smile on his face before it formed and he quickly picked you up by your waist before spinning you around.

s = security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

he isn’t that protective of you, since you know some-what how to protect yourself. he knows that you could handle yourself.

t = try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

full effort. except for the everyday tasks those come easily for him. your anniversary? full on date, bouquet, dress, everything. lowkey male-wife vibes tbh

u = ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

there would be NO BAD THINGS UP WITH THIS MAN. but realistically, it would be him not standing up for himself. if you’re a people pleaser too, you’re gonna have to start to set some boundaries for other people for him. if you aren’t, teach him how to set boundaries.

v = vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?

he doesn’t really care if he looks good or not. but with you, he’s a whole nervous wreck. “does this look good?” “will they like these?” “does this match?”

w = whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

yepeypeeyeppeuuep. not in a way of like OH NO YOU COULD NEVER LEAVE HIM☹️☹️ thing but in the when you leave—now, i don't wanna get sappy—but it’s like apart of me is gone. because you’re like his other half. like the missing piece of a puzzle to him.

x = xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

he likes to write. EYAYDYEZYEYDYES.

y = yuck (what are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

probably anything toxic or doesn’t treat his friends right. like i said, he’s a people pleaser to the point of his friends. THAT’S when you go over the line (even tho he doesn't really have friends lets just pretend he does for the sake of this one😳🫶)

z = zzz (What are their sleep habits?)

moving around a lot. this man could never stay still in bed. he could be scooping you when the two of you go to sleep, then when you wake up, he’s literally on the other side of the bed lying down at the end of it.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 @reminiscentreader @nqds @never-enough-novels @sophiesonlinediary @tornqdowarnings @imaseabear

[cat3ch1sm]

🐇~ HI EVERYONE! welcome back to my account :) im excited for today’s post because this is my first across the spiderverse writing! i hope you guys like it lol i couldn’t stop thinking about it (spiderman is my entire life now)

🐇𓆩♡𓆪☁️ fem!reader, sfw

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮- 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 <𝟑

~ miles g really does not like admitting he likes someone/ or even the idea of liking anyone at all. he obviously has things that are higher priority and he thinks it’s really a waste of time for the most part.

~ but then you come along,and he’s immediately enamored. like, imagine you’re just casually walking by miles while he’s sitting on his phone or whatever, and you accidentally bump into his leg. he looks up immediately to tell you to watch it, but instead is met with the most beautiful face he has literally ever seen. he legit double takes and completely forgets to even talk. you look down abruptly and are like “oh, i’m so sorry, i wasn’t paying attention!” you wait for him to say “it’s okay” or something like that, but when you look at him his expression is just blank. you kinda wave awkwardly and leave after that, and he watches you leave until you’re out of sight.

~ after you’re gone, he just sits there for a second before frowning and cursing at himself for being so caught up.

~…. “shit.”

~ miles g isn’t really the type to watch from afar, at least not for long. but for a short time, he does just watch you, admiring the way you do every little thing- smiling at your phone, the way you walk, how nice your voice sounds- things like that. it’s not long before he decides to make his move.

~the next time he sees you, he makes his move, cornering you when you’re alone and putting one arm beside your head so you can’t leave. needless to say, you’re definitely caught off guard when you turn around and are met with miles’ face- expression nonchalant and that unreadable glint in his eyes as usual.

~ yeah, don’t be fooled. miles is nervous as all hell and praying to every god imaginable that you don’t notice him shaking. but he isn’t the type to let fear or apprehension get in the way of something he wants.

~ “hey, you’re that guy i ran into the other day… um… hi!”

~ your smile almost makes him keel over. Jesus Christ

~ “hey, ma- glad you remember me. was wondering if you was tryna let me take you out sometime? i thought you were pretty.”

~ (yes, the whole atsv fandom has collectively agreed that prowler miles would call you “ma.” argue with the wall)

~ miles is crazy nervous for your response as he watches your expression furrow thoughtfully- but when you smile that smile again and say yes, he feels like a million weights have been lifted off his shoulder. sure, he’s the prowler, but he’s still a 15-year-old boy who probably hasn’t had a lot of experience in the dating arena.

~anyway, that was a fun little scenario- now let’s talk about miles actually going out with you, like how he is during the time where you’re going out but not quite exclusive.

~ the second he gets your socials, he’s all over them. he’s spending an amount of time he isn’t willing to disclose just stating at your pictures and admiring your beauty. he watches your TikToks religiously, liking them all, but literally immediately scrolls past the ones where you’re with any guy. he’s not jealous because he isn’t insecure, but he just does not care to see you with anyone else.

~ whenever you text him, unless he’s busy with prowler stuff, he’ll respond within like ten minutes at most. miles doesn’t want you to think for a second that he’s ignoring you or forgot about you. he has caught himself smiling slightly at his phone while he’s texting you every now and then, which he is so embarrassed about for no reason😭

~ yes, uncle aaron notices.

~ “aye, g, what’s got you cheesin’ at yo phone like that?”

~ “…nothin’, unc.”

~ “you know i can tell when you lyin’, right?”

~ “aw, c’mon-“

~”don’t even bother.”

- and rio notices, too.

~ “ay, miles, why are you on your phone so much lately? you know i don’t like- miles? what’s so funny on your phone?”

~ “nothing, mama.”

~ “nothing’s funny? then why are you smiling at your phone?”

~ “…uh…”

~ “waaaait…” *pause, hands on hips* “miles, are you talking to a girl?”

~ “mami!”

~ “so it is a girl! is it the same girl whose pictures you’ve been looking at lately?!”

~yes, she noticed that too.

~ “…mami!!”

~ “let me see!”

~ the next two minutes are miles and rio madly wrestling for his phone. (spoiler alert, rio wins.)

[luckykiwiii101]

Does A Certain Queen B Feel Like Giving Up?

Am who am i? That’s one secret i’ll never tell. The only one. XoXo - Gossip Girl 💋 💌

💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

“My Mascara is weighing me down!”

Do you ever just feel like blinking is just SO hard? Like, it’s so bothersome. It requires SO much effort.

Just like manifestation. It’s as hard as blinking o - m - g i just want to dig up a hole and live in it.

Oh wait….maybe it’s because she’s been putting on too much mascara - said no girl EVER!

Queen B’s put all that weight on her eyes but blinking wasn’t difficult in the first place. She just tried to make herself believe it was. Because she was doing unnecessary things like putting on WAYYY too much mascara, so it was weighing her eyes down.

Just like manifestation, blinking is effortless. Stop weighing yourself down by affirming 10x every hour. Visualising non stop. Stop TRYING. Just feel fulfilled. Feel BECAUSE you have your desire. And believe it or not, but all you have to do is go back to that feeling of the wish fulfilled ONLY when you think of your desire! Boom. Your work here is done. No methods needed.

All people who succeed so quickly all have ONE thing in common. They don’t drain themselves. They do it effortlessly. That’s why persisting is so easy. So ridiculously easy.

Don’t know where to start?

Here you go -> https://www.tumblr.com/luckykiwiii101/740152238660616192/how-to-make-everything-sugarspice-and-everything

Just give yourself a few rules and stick to them.

- My 3D always conforms so quickly.

- I have (my desire/desires) in imagination (the real reality).

- I go back to the feeling of having my desires because i have them, and i go back to that feeling every time i think of my desires.

There, all done.

Wanna know what happens when you manifest in the EFFORTLESS way that it’s supposed to be?

And i quote “I did nothing, literally nothing.” - From this post -> https://www.tumblr.com/olivianyx/738558662812057600/omgg-i-just-got-results-without-beating-myself-up

Now don’t disappoint me, and most importantly, don’t disappoint yourself. You know you love me, XoXo - Gossip Girl 💋 💌

[midnightbasil]

The 141 as Kim Petras songs

Specifically from her new album Slut Pop Miami

The second I heard Cubana there was no hope for me. I was stuck on a road trip and had to get this out of my brain. Does it make sense? No. Did anyone ask for this? Also no. So enjoy! Obvi nsfw below the cut. ✨

First and most obvious. Captain daddy John Price gets Cubana. The look on his face when this song comes on and you subconsciously start singing along?

First it was smaller, then it grew taller. Daddy, I wanna smoke your Cubana.

Ooh la la la la, come in mi casa, Daddy I wanna smoke your Cubana

“Darlin’…all you had to do was say something.”

*~*~*~*

All right, big fella. Simon “Ghost” Riley; we all know you like when they Gag On It.

G-A-G on me. I wanna hear that sound when you gag OD

Push it through your lips, swallow it real deep. Feel it on your tongue, say it tastes so sweet

G-g-g gag on it

Take it deep, Make it skeet. On your knees, make it weak

G-g-g gag on it

“That’s right. Be a good pet & take it all. You can do it.”

*~*~*~*

So this one has a double meaning for me. Not only do I think Kyle “Gaz” Garrick would enjoy all these things, but he gets excluded and replaced in the 141 by so many people not only on this app but even by activision themselves. Stop blocking Gaz, cock or otherwise!

I like parties, I like mansions, I like cameras, I like fashion, I like six packs, I like beaches, I like sushi, I like Britney, I like groupies, I like money, I like power, pow-, power.

One thing I never really liked

A Cock Blocker

“Don’t worry, love. Nothings going to get in between us.”

*~*~*~*

HEAR ME OUT. Johnny “Soap” MacTavish is a playful, energetic young lad. Confident in himself and what he likes. I think he’s the most open to trying and experimenting with new things… like a Rim Job.

Don't be shy, I can see it in your eyes. Just relax, throw your legs up in the sky

Don't act surprised when I'm kissin' on your thighs. He was a virgin, now he want it all the time

Are you ready?

Ready for a rim job?

Are you ready?

Ready for a rim job?

“Ain’t nothin wrong with tryin something new. Ye never know, ye just might like it”

✨Honorable Mention✨

Butt Slut would work for all of them.

For them I would be the Head Head Honcho

IF YOU MADE IT THIS FAR. Congrats! I’m sorry you had to read that! Some of the songs aren’t 100% and there are definitely better fitting choices, but I wanted to stick with just one album for this. If the worms get into my brain again I’ll re-do/add onto this from the whole discography. Who knows, maybe I’ll even add more characters. KorTac, Los Vaqueros, maybe even some baddies? Idk lol.

[finnsbubblegum]

Becoming Mrs. Miller {Part 6} (Joel Miller x Reader)

Pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, domestic joel, pregnant wife reader (lmk if i missed any)

Words count: 1.7k

A/N: Hi! This is part 6 for Becoming Mrs. Miller. But it can also be read as a standalone. There will be one or two more parts for this story. The scenes are mostly from TLOU Ep 1 with additions and some changes from my story. Hope you like it! 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

September 25

You tried to sleep but you couldn’t. You moved to your side and another but you still felt uncomfortable. You were around 22 weeks pregnant now and your belly was starting to protrude. 

“Joel, baby..” You shook Joel gently trying to wake him up.

“Hmm? What’s wrong, baby?” Joel answered you with a sluggish voice.

“I can’t sleep.” You moved closer to him.

“C’mere.” His arms reached you and pulled you to his chest.

“Tomorrow’s your birthday and I haven’t got you any presents. Do you have something you want?”

“Nothin’, baby. Just want you and our baby healthy.” He was half asleep.

“Okay.” 

September 26 - Morning

“Sarah, sweetie, can you wake your dad up, please?” You asked Sarah while cooking breakfast.

“Dad! Alarm! Wake up!” Sarah knocked on the door.

“Morning, birthday boy.” You looked over to your shoulder while Joel walked down the stairs as he buttoned his pants. 

“Morning, baby.” He gave you a kiss and rubbed your protruding belly.

“Happy birthday, Joel.” You cupped his cheeks.

“Happy birthday, dad.” Sarah poured a glass of orange juice into three glasses and put them on the dining table.

“Thank you, babygirl.” Joel kissed Sarah’s head and poured himself a cup of coffee.

“I was gonna make birthday pancakes for you but I forgot to buy them. Pregnancy brain.” You scoffed as you put the plates of eggs and bacon on the table.

“You know I don’t really like pancakes.” Joel ate his breakfast.

“I know you don’t like them.” You smirked to Sarah.

“Yeah, it was for my benefit.” Sarah added.

“Dad, vitamin C.” Sarah pushed a glass of orange juice to Joel.

Joel rolled his eyes and drank his juice. You laughed at Sarah's controlling behavior. 

“You get your, uh, homework done? Fractions?” Joel tried to make a conversation with his daughter.

Sarah shrugged and chuckled.

“How old are you again?” Sarah asked.

“36.” Joel chewed his bacon.

“Gonna have to wear diapers soon.” Sarah joked.

“Who says he doesn’t already?” You teased Joel.

He gave you a side eye and took something from his mouth.

“Shell.”

“Oh my God. I’m sorry.” You covered your face in embarrassment.

“Calcium.” Sarah’s answer made you feel better.

“Thanks, Sarah.” You chuckled.

“I got you, mom.” Sarah pointed at you.

“You two really are gangin’ up on me. Please let it be a boy.” Joel extended his arms to rub your belly.

“No! I want a sister!” Sarah insisted.

You and Joel laughed.

“Is there enough for Tommy?” Joel asked.

“I can make another plate.” You stood up but Joel stopped you.

“No, no. Eat your breakfast. He can grab somethin’ on the road.”

The three of you looked to the door as you heard someone was coming in.

“Ay! You’re still alive, you old fucker.” Tommy came in and patted Joel on the back.

Tommy made his way to the kitchen and looked around.

“I thought we was havin’ pancakes.”

“Sorry, Tommy.” You apologized for your mommy brain.

“We’ll pick you somethin’ up on the road. Concrete guys gonna be there?” 

“Yeah, they said maybe.” Tommy opened the fridge to find something he could eat.

“Maybe? We can’t frame until we pour. We’re not gettin’ paid until we frame.”

“Well, we could bring someone else on, get the job done faster.”

“No, no. I’m not splittin’ this job. I barely wanna split it with you. We could work a double.” Joel insisted.

“Literally? Today?” Sarah was getting upset.

“Joel..” You were upset too but you couldn't stop him from working hard because with the baby coming, you would need more money for the living expenses.

“I know. I’d be done by nine. By nine, right?” He tried to get assurance from Tommy.

“Yeah.” Tommy shrugged.

“I’ll bring back a cake. I promise.” Joel promised.

*On the radio*… continued disturbances in Jakarta, but are advising U.S. citizens…

“Jakarta. Where is that, Middle East?” Joel asked.

“Doesn’t ring a bell. It’s definitely a country.” Tommy was also not sure.

“Or maybe part of Asia?” You added.

“Jakarta isn’t a country. Being a part of Asia isn’t mutually exclusive with being a country, and in fact, it’s the capital of Indonesia.” Sarah proudly answered.

“Shit. Hope for us yet.” Tommy drank his coffee.

“Language.” You glared at Tommy and he chuckled.

“Finish up quick, your mom has an appointment at the hospital. We’ll drop you off. You got seven minutes.”

You got up and put the dishes in the sink.

“Your T-shirt’s inside out.” Sarah finished her last bite.

“Shit.” Joel rolled his eyes.

“Joel, language.” You gave him the evil eye. You didn’t want your baby to hear curse words even before it was born so you always got sensitive when anyone cursed.

“He’s losin’ it.” Tommy shook his head.

You walked them out and stood behind the car as Joel moved his stuff to the truck.

“Hey, baby. I’m sorry I can’t go with you today. Call me if you need anythin’ alright?” He kissed your forehead and rubbed the sides of your belly.

“Okay.” You nodded and smiled.

“I’ll see you tonight.” He walked to open the door for Sarah.

“See you, mom.” You kissed Sarah’s cheek.

You continued your morning routine and got ready to the hospital. You were excited because it was the day to know the baby’s gender. After you got everything ready and finished all the housework, you got into your car and drove to the hospital.

“Congratulations! It’s a boy!” The doctor pointed at the monitor showing you your baby’s genitals.

“A boy? My husband wants a boy.” You cried in happiness.

“Well, I guess God answered his prayers.” 

You couldn’t believe you were having a boy. You talked with Joel and the two of you had been wanting a boy. You were so excited and decided to go shopping for baby products at the mall. You bought some blue baby clothes, socks, and other things. Then an idea came to your mind. 

“I haven’t bought anything for my husband’s birthday. Maybe this is his birthday present.” You thought to yourself.

So you decided to buy a gift box and put the blue baby shoes inside it. You were going to give him this as a birthday present.

September 26 - Night

You and Sarah watch TV in the living room waiting for Joel to come home. It was 10 pm and he hadn’t come home. You were getting sleepy but you forced your eyes open until you heard the sound of keys jingling.

“You locked the door for once. Good job.” Joel was finally home.

“Yeah, I guess the mommy brain is working today.” Your drowsiness was suddenly gone.

“You’re home.” Sarah turned the TV off.

Joel groaned and sat beside you on the sofa. He rubbed his eyes. He looked really tired and you felt really bad towards him. You didn’t like seeing him tired and working too hard to make ends meet for you and your family. But you couldn’t do anything. You had offered him to help but he didn’t want you to work. He knew how hard it was being pregnant so he didn’t want you to suffer more. 

“It’s 10.” Sarah sounded disappointed.

“I know. They gave us the wrong size of the headers. That doesn’t mean anything to ya. I’m sorry.” Joel apologized.

“Where’s the cake?” Sarah had been looking forward to celebrating her dad’s birthday.

“Shit.” Joel forgot to buy the birthday cake.

“Joel.” You glared at him as you put your hand on your belly protectively.

“Sorry, baby. Daddy didn’t mean that.” He rubbed your belly and talked to the baby.

“I’ll get us one tomorrow.” Joel promised Sarah again.

“Swear, or you don’t get your present.” 

“You got your dad a present?” You raised your eyebrows.

“You got me a present?” Joel was surprised too.

“Swear.” Sarah repeated.

“On my life.” Joel swore.

“Wow.” Sarah gave Joel a box with his fixed watch inside.

“Fixed it for you.” 

“Did you?” Joel raised his watch near his ear to check. 

“What?”

“I don’t hear anything.” His face was confused. Then he laughed.

“That was lame.” You laughed and slapped Joel at his joke.

“You’re lame.” Joel got Sarah for a second.

“Yeah, I know.” Joel laughed at his own joke.

Then the three of you watched the DVD that Sarah borrowed from the Adlers, your neighbor. Joel put his arms around you and you leaned on him. Sarah didn’t want to be left out so she leaned on you and you put your arms around her. Sarah promised not to fall asleep but she fell asleep not long after the movie started.

“Sarah’s asleep.” You told Joel.

“I’ll put her to bed.” Joel carried Sarah to her bedroom and tucked her in. 

He kissed her forehead and went downstairs to find you massaging your legs.

“You okay?��� Joel looked concerned.

“Hmm.” You kept massaging your calves.

Since you got pregnant, you often felt pain on your legs but today the pain was worse. You thought it might be because you spent a lot of time walking at the mall shopping for baby products. 

He sat beside you and took your legs to his lap to massage them. 

“Think I walked too much today. It hurts.” You rubbed his upper arm.

“Don’t force yourself too much, baby. Anyway, what did the doctor say? Everythin’ great?” He asked.

“About that.. I got you a present too.” You took out the box and gave it to him.

“Really? I told you, you don't have to get me anythin’.”

“Come on. Here.” You gave Joel a navy blue box tied with sky blue ribbon on top of it.

“Open it.” Your heart was beating faster.

“Thank you.” Joel kissed you and opened the box.

“Baby socks?” He looked confused for a moment. Then he realized something.

“Wait. It's blue. We’re having a boy?” His face lightened up.

You nodded and opened your arms for him. He hugged you tightly and kissed your temple.

“Hey peanut, it’s daddy. You’re daddy’s best birthday gift ever. Can’t wait to meet you. Be good to your mama, okay?” Joel came closer to your belly and talked to his baby boy. 

“Oh!” You gasped.

“What’s wrong?” Joel got worried.

“He kicked.” You giggled.

“You can’t wait to meet daddy too, don’t you?” Joel chuckled and rubbed your belly where the baby kicked. 

To be continued... Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

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🕸️🕷️ Weaving the Web 🕷️🕸️

Chapter 5: Waking Nightmare

Quaritch stood by the wall, sat on the floor, paced the room...but he did not leave Spider’s room. The boy had fallen asleep easily with two minutes of saying he was tired. Neither of them knew just how tired.

Six hours of watching the kid sleep and dismissing his men when they offered to share the watch, Quaritch heard the quietest groan come the bed he’d leveled out so Spider could sleep as comfortably as possible while still in the four-point restraints. Spider – or should he say Miles – had asked a cryptic question before falling asleep. 

“Will you be here when he wakes up…?” 

Quaritch held his breath as he approached the side of the bed. Who was waking up? 

Spider groaned again, much louder this time as he tried to roll over. Of course, he went nowhere and came to in a dazed panic. He clumsily tried to pull his limbs free and looking around in the dim room franticly. 

“What the hell is going on...?” Spider asked himself, not even aware Quaritch was standing there. 

“Spider?” Quaritch asked, sensing relief when the boy looked in his direction. His bioluminescent design caught Spider’s attention, but he didn’t look any less upset. But at least he’d responded to the name. 

“What the hell is going on?”, he repeated, this time directed at the colonel, “Why am I tied up?!” 

“Just a precaution, kid.” Quaritch said quietly as he moved over to the bedside, crouching down to be on his eye level, “How you feeling, tiger?” 

Spider stared at him like it was obvious how upset he was. But it only lasted a few seconds. He closed his eyes tightly and laid his head back flat. He let out a sigh and his breath shook on the inhale before letting it out again slowly. 

“Spider...?” Quaritch asked, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. Even though the boy didn’t turn to look at him, he didn’t try to bite him either so the other side of him that went by Miles wasn’t who he was talking to. 

“Ma Eywa...it all fucking happened...” Spider’s managed to tighten his eyelids even more and spoke cracked voice, “...did I hurt anyone? Like...bad?” 

“Nothin’ an ice pack and a few stitches can’t fix.” Quaritch said. He could feel the tiny human frame shaking upon hearing the confirmation that Spider’d attacked someone. Quaritch kept his voice quiet and calming, maintaining contact so he felt something other than padded restraints and a starchy hospital blanket. “Spider...do you know what happened?” 

Spider shrugged awkwardly against the limited movement the wrist cuffs offered and shook his head. His next exhale came out shaky as he suppressed a lot of guilt and overwhelming emotions. He bit his lip hard. Quaritch was afraid it would split when he didn’t speak. 

“Hey...” Quaritch said as he gave the boy’s shoulder a light squeeze, “Trust me, kid, there’s nothin’ you could say that’ll make me walk away right now. But I need to know you’re ok. So I can at least get you out of those cuffs...” 

“I don’t...” Spider said with a tight throat, “I don’t know...it’s, like...?” 

The recom stared at the boy as he struggled to find the words, but he didn’t say a damn thing. He was not going to rush him. Whoever this alternate personality was clearly was NOT someone Spider was proud of. 

“Have you ever...” Spider started, as he opened his eyes narrowly at the ceiling then rolled his head towards Quaritch, “You know, like...when you have a bad dream? And you wake up but you can’t tell if you’re...um...you know, actually awake?” 

Ever since meeting this wild child in the forest, Quaritch had never seen him look anything less than strong and defiant. But now? He looked vulnerable and uncertain. And he didn’t want to insult the kid by thinking that. He nodded thoughtfully at the question. Yes...Quaritch had MANY waking nightmares over his years. 

“You feel like you’re dreaming?” Quaritch asked to clarify. 

“Kind of...?” Spider asked, not sure of himself, “It’s more like when you try to go back to sleep...and you just go right back into the dream. You don’t know if you’re awake...or if you’re in control...” 

Fucking hell... 

“Spider...” Quaritch said, realizing he’d gone rigid and stopped pulling against the restraints when the colonel confirmed he’d acted violently. Like he was too dangerous to let loose. But Quaritch was not afraid. “I’m going to undo these straps, alright?” 

Spider took in a deep breath and let it out. Internal struggle was all over his face. He didn’t want to be tied up but he’d hurt someone. Sure, he’d been fighting against the soldiers who’d dragged him from one cell to another. Jerked away from contact when one of the recoms got too close. But a doctor or nurse or whoever was trying to help him? He’d never attack someone for genuinely trying to help... 

“One at a time, ok? You’ll tell me how you feel.” Quaritch said as he leaned his long arms down to the boy’s ankle furthest from him and undid the tight cuff trapping his leg. “You good?” 

“Yea...” Spider said quietly. He felt the other ankle cuff released and pulled his stiff legs up a bit to bend his knees. 

Quaritch leaned back to his crouching position next to the bed, staring at the kid’s profile before going to remove the wrist cuffs. The boy Miles that he was dealing with earlier had very manic traits. Obsessive eye contact, unpredictable responses, antagonizing verbalizations. The colonel had seen his share of crazy and seen those symptoms before. Spider, on the other hand, looked upset and remorseful for what Miles had done. 

“It’s ok, Spider.” Quaritch said. Making sure to say his chosen name instead of a nickname. 

“It’s not ok...I-I...” Spider bit his lip again, drawing specks of blood from his teeth, “I don’t like it. I don’t like him. He doesn’t...feel right.” 

Quaritch felt a shard chip off his frozen heart. Despite his very feral behavior, this kid had a big heart that didn’t like unnecessary violence. He obviously would fight tooth and nail for those hybrid Sully kids but out of defense. Spider had a good and loyal soul; Miles had an untethered, rageful one. 

“When did you start to notice Miles?” Quaritch asked. Spider looked at him confused so he elaborated, “Seems to be what he wants to go by...” 

Spider rolled his eyes at his own inner demon on the loose but answered to the best of his knowledge, “After the third time...I think.” 

“Third time in the neuroscanner?” Quaritch said with a growl, his ears going back and tail curling. 

“Yea, I think so...” Spider said, closing his eyes again to try and block out that particular waking nightmare. 

“Spider, II was not aware you’d been subjected to that machine other than the times I was there.” the colonel said quickly, trying to temper his anger from his conversation with Ardmore. 

“Does it matter?” Spider asked, opening his eyes to him. And damn it...did the kid look hurt when he asked... 

Quaritch felt an unfamiliar form of guilt that made him shut his trap real fast. No, it probably didn’t. Spider was still a sixteen-year-old boy who just happened to have been raised by the enemy and caught by the RDA. What part of that made such extreme forms of interrogation and mental torture allowable? 

The boy didn’t wait for an answer. Maybe no answer would be good enough. He looked back at the ceiling, his eyes darting around like he was trying to figure out how to deal with his alter ego, who went by a name he tried so hard to erase. His voice was quietly and cracking again when he asked, “What’ll happen to me now...?” 

Despite the still lingering guilt, Quaritch’s ears perked up with determination as he reached across Spider’s body to undo the cuff furthest away then straight to removing the last one. 

“We get you the help you need.” Quaritch said with a determined tone. 

“We?” Spider asked as he let the recom’s strong hands help him sit up. 

“Damn straight, kid.” Quaritch said, keeping a bracing hand on the kid’s back. “Can’t ask for better resources between the medical staff and former Avatar program science pukes on how to get the brain working proper.” 

“What if I can’t be fixed?” Spider asked, nervous of failure and tempting Miles to come out. Part of him wanted to just run away into the forest like he had from day one but deep down? Now he was afraid to...High Camp technology was outdated and Na’vi medicine might not help a human like him... 

“I’m not damaged!” Miles’ tone of Spider’s voice echoed in the back of Quaritch’s mind. 

“Then we figure out how to make it so you control him.” 

[jjtheresidentbaby]

idk if u still do supernatural but r u open to a fic of little sam and cg dean? (i dont ship them i just love the brother dynamic they got)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ not true ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

|| dean winchester & sam winchester

a/n: ofc I still do spn!! I still write for all the fandoms listed on my navigation post unless they’re crossed out

warnings: hurt/comfort, swearing, set in season 1, rude people, protective dean, pet names talk of jess’ death/cg!jess

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Dean feels Sam's face tuck into his neck before he sees his brother walk over, Sam presses himself into Deans side so something is obviously wrong.

"Sammy?" He asks, turning on his feet to look at Sam's face, his eyes glisten with un-shed tears, nose sniffling after a second. Dean feels dread twist up in his gut, this hunt should be an easy salt and burn, they had come to this shop to ask a few routine questions about the owner who had died and since come back to haunt the place that his daughter now owns. Sam shouldn’t be upset or hurt at all.

"Hey, hey, sweetheart what’s wrong?” Deans hand comes to cradle Sam’s cheek before he can stop himself, he knows that Sam has slipped into his headspace, it’s written all over his face.

“Nothin’ just some guy.” He mumbles and a spike of anger flares in Deans chest. This is the fourth hunt in that past however many months that someone’s said something about Sam, whether it be about his “childish” behavior or the rambles he gives on cases that are too intricate for the local pd to understand. Both make Dean angry, protective, but the comments about how “clingy” or “young” Sam is really get to him.

His brother has been through a lot throughout his life, something that Dean is keenly aware of. The latest trauma is Jess dying, it had shook Sam to his core, just like when Mary died and John became a mess. But they’re working through it and Sam regressing has been helpful, it’s only four months into Dean finding out about the coping mechanism and yet he’s fallen comfortably into the role of a caregiver for Sam. A role that Jess used to fill, Dean is always sure to be sensitive when that comes up.

The last thing Sam should have to deal with is a bunch of assholes who have nothing better to do than poke fun at someone they don’t know. It gets to Dean in different ways than it does Sam, the older Winchester wants to hunt the people down and give them a piece of his mind, while Sam would rather Dean leave it and let Sam latch around him a little more than normal.

It’s how Dean finds his hand gripped tightly in Sam’s as they walk down the crooked sidewalk back to the Impala, thankfully not wearing suits as he’s sure it’d be an odd sight for anyone passing by. It’s not a long walk by any means but Dean can feel his mind spiraling the more Sam squishes against his side, whatever was said must’ve been bad, really bad.

“Hey it’s okay Sammy, it’s just us now.” Dean assures as soft as he can. Sam’s staring up at him from where his head is rested on Deans side, his body halfway slid down the bench of the impala so he can be smaller than Dean. It’s something Dean noticed almost immediately, Sam always slumps himself down or curls his shoulders in when he’s regressed, just trying to shrink himself to be physically tinier.

“Can you tell me what they said? You don’t have to but if I know I might be able to help more.” There’s a low rumble as Dean drives down the road, now thankful that their motel is just outside of town and not in the middle where they could run into more rude people.

“I- I was just asking questions about the girl we’re trying to help but this- this guy came in and started to say stuff about how nobody like me could really help her.” He sniffles through the explanation and Dean has to focus half his energy on not turning around to go tear that guy a new one. It’d do no good, sure it’d satisfy him, but Sam would still be upset and probably even more so knowing Dean got into a fight because of him, despite none of it ever being Sam’s fault. The kids got a heart of gold that people love to prey on.

“That’s not true, it will never be true Sammy. You are an amazing hunter and anyone would be lucky to have your help.” The compliments fire off in instinct, of course Sam’s a good hunter, of course he’d be the person you’d want to get help from, Deans never thought anything different.

“But—.” Dean shakes his head firmly, glancing down at Sam’s soft face and hand gripping at the t-shirt Dean has on, Dean wishes he could stay like this forever. Just them, safe, in Baby, only worrying about each other.

“But that guy was a jerk and you don’t deserve to be talked to like that. Now c’mon we’ll order something and watch cartoons.” A tired but full smile spreads on Sam’s face as they both tumble out of the car, Dean already holding his hand out for his brother and a plan forming in his head for what they can do once this hunt wraps up, they could both use a little tlc in Deans opinion.

[snowyknight-17]

Jake Evans’ NSFW Alphabet!

(Do not interact if a minor and/or you don’t like smut)

As you stand in the desert, you are approached by a slow crawling, tumblr and AO3 scribbler. They cough and hand you a crumpled piece of paper,

*cough* “It’s done.

Finally, *cough*, I have finished the horny alphabet.”

You take the paper and read,

Jake NSFW Alphabet 🧣❤️‍🔥💙💕

A: After care

Jake would be very concerned about you after your first few times. The man is a little rusty and would try to make sure you had as nice a time as he did. He still needs to build his confidence about lovin' n stuff, been awhile for him. He'd be all in his head worried if you were satisfied and comfortable. He'd be so sweet to you after. Make sure you're clean, warm and felt loved. If you want pillow talk or some grub, he'd be all for it. If you just want to go to sleep, he's ready for snuggles.

B: Favorite body part

Jake would tell you he loves your eyes, especially when you first wake up and they're all sleepy lookin' before you've had your coffee. Or he'd say your hands, so supple in his when he gets to hold them. Now that wouldn't be a lie, but what he's not telling you is he's an ass man. Your ass is so darn plump and grabable to him, especially when you're in that vault suit. The man berates himself internally when he catches himself staring. He doesn't want you to think he's a creep or nothin', but when you walk away, just know that a brown eyed southern man is giving you an eyefull.

C: Cum headcanon

Jake is clean by nature, so he's kind of vanilla when it comes to cum. If you asked him to shoot his wad all over you, he'd make this face 😕. "Um, you want me to what? Darlin' is that what you're asking here? I don't know..." Please be kind and patient to this wonderful man. He's finally in a loving, sexual relationship and he's old fashioned. Now he'd be fine cumming on your lower abdomen or thighs, possibly in you as long as you were comfortable with that. Maybe even your lower back if you have graduated to him getting behind you, but carelessly flinging his seed on you feels gross to him.

D: Dirty secret

*Insert comm hub joke here*

But seriously the man would bone you against that thing.

Dirty secret. Dirty secret….

He sometimes fantasizes about you two having pipboy sex. He calls you late to update you on what ever needs updating, you talk a little about your day and you’ll say you miss him and he misses you and the conversation would get quieter and steamier. Before you know it you’re both hearing the other approach climax through a pipboy speaker. He’d be too embarrassed to ask for this. He wants it to happen naturally, but this is Jake we’re talking about, so he backs out and just says “Whelp alright then. Talk soon.”

He always kicks himself after he does that. He’ll click off and mock himself under his breath, “Whelp alright then my behind…god I’m an idiot.”

E: Experience

The man is a father, so he's done the deed, but let's be honest, things don't start heating up until he's with you.

F: Favorite position

Oh boy he'd blush so bright if you asked him this. He'd clear his throat and rub the back of his neck before he stutters out, "Eh hem. Uh cowgirl I suppose..." You on top makes him crazy. Grabbing your hips and peachy bum as you bounce over him. Your little pants of pleasure as you ride him. It's such a relief when you take control and make him feel good. Now if Jake's a little liquored up, reverse cowgirl is an absolute show stopper for him. Your perfect ass in full view, he'll slap it (affectionately) of course, and just get lost in that sweet rhythm. Now if you want Jake to do the rutting, he's a sucker for missionary. He already thinks your beautiful/handsome, so to have you totally open yourself to him and be vulnerable and whatnot, * shivers*.

G: Goofy/Serious

More on the serious side. At least that’s how he starts off. You’re not at HQ enough as it is, so when you are home with him he wants to give you the treatment. Jake is a relaxed lover. Goes with the flow. Whatever you want. Nice and slow, loud and fast; he’s ready to give or take.

If he is on the goofy side, he’s had a few drinks and he feels good.

H: Hair head canon

If you haven’t noticed, Jake has dark hair. He’s never had a hard time growing a beard and his head hair is gloriously full. So I think it’s safe to say he’s hairy every where.

His chest is evenly covered with a thin layer of dark hair. Nothing on his abdomen with a happy trail at the end. Now his bits and pieces have dark hair at the base that he does try to keep trim, but again we’re in the wastelands people, so he’s trying alright.

I: Intimacy (how he is in the moments)

Once the two of you are exclusive, he’s so romantic. At least he’s trying to be anyway. You’re the first he’s ever had this level of companionship with. At first it’s all muscle memory but then he learns what you like, what he likes…

He starts off as a man so hungry for affection and touch but give him time to cook. Eventually you’ll have a Texan on your hands who can’t get enough of you. And I mean sweet cowboy or bucking bronco, both can happen in the same session.

J: Jack off

Look he’s a human being. Flesh and blood. Yes he’s done it. But it’s one of those things he doesn’t do often, especially if his daughter is still missing. Then you come along. A big, beautiful distraction. It takes time, as you know, for him to start feeling for you, but when he does…

You spend a lot of time away from HQ and he does miss you. Even before you became intimate, he’d be lying if he said he never thought of being with you. Maybe his hands wonder while he’s in the shower, or late nights in his bed when he can’t sleep and needs to relax…

Now when you’re officially a couple, I don’t see him doing it much as long as he has you to keep him company.

K: Kinks

Sounds. You make the best noises when you’re with him. Don’t stop. He loves hearing you. Moans, sighs, dirty talk, passionate outbursts, he loves it all.

Shower sex. You’re slippery, soapy, ya smell nice plus standing can be fun. He’s got you turned around on the shower wall, just going to town behind you. If you could somehow get a bubble bath going…*sigh*

Drunk sex. Consensual of course. You two have been slinging back sasparillas and playing strip poker, laughing your evening away. Until you both feel warm and a little heavy. Plus your extra bouncy when you’ve had a few.

Lingerie. Any kind of sexy wear really. Jake has a hard time forming thoughts when you’re wearing something like that. All he can think about is getting you unwrapped.

Breeding. Hear me out. Deep into your relationship this can happen. Laura is back, Shaun is back. You’ve settled into your own house in a settlement. I think Mother Nature could hit this man in the gonads. Wanting to get you pregnant or just practicing getting you knocked up really does it for him.

L: Location

Obviously yours and his quarters in HQ. Preferably yours since you have the double bed. Settlements where the two of you have privacy. Prefers clean beds to roll around in. Not gonna risk getting an itch on some dirty mattress. If no bed is available, against a wall is just fine.

You know how you have a washing machine in your HQ room, yeah he’ll prop you up there. You sit tight and wrap your legs around him while that thing is on spin cycle, fun times.

What’s important is that you’re alone together and there is no emergency. He’ll have a hard time being playful if he’s got a million things to do as head of engineering.

If you’re traveling together, stop by a settlement with a bed, he’d love that. Just make sure it’s safe if it’s out in the wilds somewhere; well placed mines by doors so none can surprise ya.

M: Motivation

Jake’s motivation is dependent on a few things. Safety, his responsibilities, his kid. He won’t just drop his pants cuz you gave him a look. It helps if you set the pace sometimes. Kiss his temple as you refill his coffee mug, tell him he looks/smells nice, wink at him from across the room, message him on your pipboy something spicy…by the end of the night he’ll feel your affection and be motivated to spend alone time with you.

No: Something he won’t do

Jake is a clean, kind, vanilla sort of man. He won’t enjoy degrading you or being degraded. He would never hurt you, or would want to be hurt. Nothing too rough. He likes to have a good time, but he’s not into anything crazy. Please don’t piss or shit on him. Gross. It’s hard enough to stay clean in the wastes.

The guy is fine with surprises, but consent is sexy; so don’t be shy, tell him what you’d like to try. I think he’ll be up for a lot of stuff with you.

O: Oral sex

Yes ma’am. But it will evolve naturally. As you become more regular with your time spent together, his need to get closer will take over. He loves you and wants to love you all over. But getting to that point in a relationship takes time, so when it he does get to that place with you it’s utterly romantic. Praise him and love him back. He adores when you go down on him and sometimes he feels he doesn’t deserve you like this, so be good to him. Give and take.

P: Pace

I peg Jake as a submissive top/pillow princess. Give him direction. He’ll do what you want. Do you want to lay under his loving embrace and enjoy slow love making? How about something more fast paced and vocal? What about pushing him onto your bed and taking over? Wanna go through the Kama Sutra? Have him wear only a cowboy hat and handcuffs? The answer is yes. There is pace.

Q: Quickie

Quickies are apart of any sexual relationship. They happen. Sometimes they’re perfect other times they’re just not enough. You’re the Chief and he’s Head of Engineering, time can be tight. A quickie might be the most you two get. That little maintenance closet by the comm room has provided you with semi privacy many a time. You both sneak off cuz you “forgot” something and meet separately in that small space for some lovin’.

But to speak his truth, Jake would rather have no interruptions, no time limit. Just you all to himself.

R: Risk

As has been mentioned, he’s not a thrill junkie. But he’s not a square either.

Semi public sex. Can others hear you both? That’s not a terrible thing if they can. The headboard hitting the walls to match the rhythm…he kinda likes that.

He’s always willing to try things with you. New position, different closets, just light his fire and see where it can go.

S: Stamina

Once a day is perfect. Every other day is nice too, get a little build up going. When you are together, it can last for a while if he’s relaxed.

T: Toys

Let me ask you something; if you found a phallic shaped item in the post apocalyptic wasteland, would you insert in your self?

That being said they’re not off limits. Make sure it’s clean though. A thin strap of soft leather could make a nice cock ring. Maybe you find an adult film that still works, it’s fuzzy but it’s mostly for background noise. He thinks a simple pair of handcuffs could be fun.

U: Unfair (does he like to tease?)

Generally speaking, no he does not tease you. Most of the time Jake is oblivious to how handsome he is. Sometimes he’s bent over his workshop table, deep in his projects. His hands are strong and there’s some grime on his fingers and knuckles. His shirt is unbuttoned a little showing the top of his chest hair…

Or what about when he’s thinking hard and runs his hand through his hair, ruffling it.

Jake does a lot of the fixing and repair work at HQ, he measures everything twice and does these deep little “mmm’s” under his breath as he plugs along.

These little things make you crazy. Jake doesn’t need to do much to get your blood moving. But it goes both ways. There’s a lot you do that gets him thinkin.

V: Volume

He’s not super loud or anything like that. But he can get vocal. Moans, grunts, whispered cursing. Lots of pleasured sighing. Soft praise…

“Oh Darlin…that’s…mmmm.”

“Mmf…you’re so beautiful/handsome…”

“Fuck…yeah…don’t stop…”

When he does get louder, it’s in good taste. I guarantee he has plopped down next to you after sex, a thin layer of sweat on his skin and with a thick accent he’ll say, “Hoo boy! That…well that is exactly what a man needs sometimes.” He chuckles and brings you close to him then plants wet, deep kisses to your lips and jaw and neck.

W: Wild card

Your love has brought out the best in him. He went from a man who cared for nothing and no one except his kid, to a man that handles so much responsibility. He’s found his bravery, his manhood, sense of self. He feels new around you and that all bubbles over in his everyday acts. How he is as a father, boss and your lover…

Do you know what that kind of confidence boost does to a man?

X: X-ray

Jake is your cowboy. Your lovie dove. He’s perfect the way he is. But if you asked him to whip it out and measure, he’s coming in at 6.5”. Above average but not overly so. A perfect thickness too. I would think most guys are uncircumcised in the wastes, so he is too. But as we all know, it’s not about size. There’s so much more to it than that. Jake is a sweet lover, and he tries his best to take care of you.

Y: Yearning

A man I’m his mid 30’s/early 40’s has a sex drive, but he is capable of control. He’s not the type of guy to seek a companion he has no feelings for. Before he met you and he was traveling the country looking for his kid, it never felt right to spend the night with someone he met at a bar. He just can’t get comfortable like that.

Then you come along. Your amazing. The most heroic and incredible person he’s ever known. You’ve helped him in so many ways. Even though it takes time to get into an intimate relationship, he thinks about you. What you’d feel like, sound like, look like…

When you finally are sharing a bed, he can’t wait to be with you every night and wake up with you every morning. Jake yearns for you in his own way.

Z: Zzzzz

The HQ Chief and Head of Engineering are busy day in and out. So many people need you, projects that seem never ending, a war that ain’t gonna fight itself…

Let the man sleep. Sometimes the world is literally stacked against you two, so when you have time to be alone and the after glow sets in, it’s easy to let go in the arms of a lover.

But he’s not a thrust and bust kind of guy either. Your couple time is important to him and he loves spending time with. Both light hearted and deeper conversations are on the table after love making if the mood allows.

As you finish reading, you notice the person who’s handed you the paper has passed out from not drinking water and only eating jalapeño poppers for dinner.

Thank you.

The end.

[briliantlymad]

KinnPorsche Fic Rec List Part 1/??

LETS GO IM DOING IT IM DOING IT EHEHEHEHEH

Starting off with some that i love, completed, or work in progresses or just freshly posted. some are filthy some are not. And ALL that deserve more love

Pouring Down Crimson Fire by Lilla_Torg

This is a good one guys. Rated M. Right off the bat it hit all the good spots for me when I read fics. Alternate Universe. Magic. Porsche being an absolute BAMF. And it has that distinct Dark! Kinn flavour that I really really love. Obbsessed kinn for the win. get yourself a porsche baby. “You’re mine. Say it.”  “I’m yours,”

2. mirror, mirror by @wiccawrites

Rated E. YOU KNOW I LOVE THE SEXY TIMES. This one is so well written. the scene setting, the lead up to the climax (wink wink) was awesome. It builds up well. definitely one of the best explicit fics written for Kinnporsche being kinky bastards. Mirror sex written well. Orgasm denial my love

 "what if I didn’t feel like telling you what I want?”

“Then I won't know what to do."

3. The power in the taking by @iffervescent

Ah this fic was one of the first few posted for the fandom. and if you haven't read it you've gotta go read it now. It's got the characterisations down to the T. Absolutely love Kinn Porsche who dont talk to each other. also love how shameless kinn is in this like yeah i get that. Rated E and has one of the best written sex scenes ngl

“Pliant…and obedient.” Kinn says. 

“Fuck you.”

4. Alone Together by bewarethetraclepuppies

NOW LISTEN TO ME. I usually don't deviate much from the usual Kinn x Porsche pairing. but this one. ITS SO GOOD. Its Kinn x Porsche x Big. From Big's POV, there is ANGST and there is hurt and there most definitely is | comfort | This bad boy is 20016 words and i will let you know i was hanging onto every word. It just finished updating like. yesterday. SO GO READ IT. getting together in the forest is so onbrand for them.

Porsche rolls his eyes at him and stands up. “I’d slap you upside the head but you’re already hurt. I’m gonna set this snare, okay? There’s this fucking mouse that’s been bothering you at night and I’m gonna fuck it up.”

“I can see you,” Big whispers.

Kinn smiles. “I see you, too.”

5. Silvered Perceptions by @nuwildcat

Now this one. I've been waiting for it since @nuwildcat posted a little snippet for it. AND WOW. I'm a slut for A/B/O universe but i go crazier when its for KinnPorsche. BAMF competent porsche does things to me. Rated E, 3 chapters so far and i've gone crazy over all of them. The characterisation is amazing. the whole thing is well written. and mama theerapanyakul has a lot more influence on this fic's Kinn and that's just delicious.

“Till next time, Porsche.” And with that he’s gone, leaving Porsche behind with slightly shaky knees.

6. Starry eyes sparking up my darkest night by cherry_apples22

Ok so. Alternate universes are usually tricky to read, cus sometimes they don't hit right. but this one does. Its Alternate Universe- Fantasy. Dark Kinn and Dark Porsche. with just the right deliciousness. it is also written really well and makes it so easy to just. visualise the scenes and really get into the overall tone of this oneshot. a lovely little fuck you to korn in there too.

“Don’t let that pretty little head get any delicious ideas…” “…Ideas about how many men and women would kill to have you look at them with those eyes and have that beautiful mouth all over their skin.” 

7. Squeeze a little, tease a little more by @mirrorofprinces

Jae never misses. this oneshot is absolutely delicious, brat porsche is so dear to me. Kinn and Porsche are horny bastards and jae gets it right i love that for me. Written really well, the scene is absolutely fap worthy. And that's saying smth.

"Porsche knows he’s tucked up well under the desk, theoretically completely hidden, but..."

8. darling, you ain't seen nothin' yet by Kai Fennimore

Chaotic competent Porsche lovers riseeeeee. BAMF porsche is a delight to read. Rated G. and it's got one more chapter to go. It's slightly unserious but i love it for that. Porsche collects all the nongs.

"Something feels wrong. Porsche felt it the second the meeting with the Italians ended, the sudden shift in the air, the heavy tension."

9. Ill-fitting and tattred by Vicyvn

Post-canon Mafia head Porsche and how he absolutely rocks a dress. So sexy T _ T you won't believe it but my ears went red reading this fic. Kinn Porsche and how i love that the author shares my love for breeding kink because HELL YEA. "Words on the note are written as ‘Kinn’s spouse’, but Porsche understands they’re read as 'Kinn’s whore'."

10. How do you like it, daddy by @baby-droll

This is a series. And its absolutely amazing. The whole premise is delicous and each of the four fics is amazing. KinnPorsche A/B/O verse. it's toxic and that just makes it all the more flavoursome. Dark Kinn who's out here doing the most to Porsche. Just a list of explicit tags that are my favourite. Porsche gets himself a mate.

"It's one of the better cages he's danced in"

And thats 10. I have more. a lot more. But i only re-read these today.

The rest of my free time was spent reading Orientalism by Edward Said. and studying for my IR and HR classes tomorrow. T _ T

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Yuma Maniac [04]

ー The scene starts in the Ghouls’ manor

Yui: Hey, Yuma-kun!

Yuma-kun...!

Yuma: Haah...What do ya want? You’ve been stalkin’ me ‘round the house this whole time.

Yui: Because you keep ignorin’ me every time I call your name!

Yuma: I doubt ya have anythin’ interestin’ to share? Can’t it wait till later?

I’m not in the mood to talk to ya right now. Get the hint.

Selection

→ But I want to talk (S)

Yui: You might feel that way, but I want to talk!

Can’t you listen to me for two seconds, you idiot!?

( I mean, it might not be anything interesting, but I want to share this with him... )

Yuma: That’s just what ya want, right? It has nothin’ to do with me.

Yui: ...

( I can’t help but feel as if he’s being very cold today... )

→ I’m sorry... (M)

Yui: ( Right, I...Perhaps I was too inconsiderate of how he feels. )

I’m sorry, Yuma-kun...But I really want to tell you this...

Yuma: Is it that important? 

Yui: ...Oh no! But...

Yuma: Then why does it matter?

Yui: ...

( Sure, it might be selfish of me to want him to hear me out butーー He doesn’t have to be this cold, does he? )

Yui: ( How to say? ...When he acts this blunt, it only makes me even more persistent to get him to listen. )

Yuma: Anyway, I’ll get goin’ theーー

Yui: H-Hold up...!!

*Rustle* 

Yuma: ーー !? Watch out!

Yui: Kyaah...!!

*Thud*

Yuma: Oi, are ya hurt!?

Yui: I...I’m fine...I’m sorry, Yuma-kun, I pulled too hard andーー

( ...He’s close...!! )

Yui: I-I’ll move right away...!

*Rustle rustle* 

Yuma: ーー Wait.

Yui: Eh...?

Yuma: Nn...

*Smooch*

Yui: ...!!

Yuma: I guess I was lil’ too mean to ya. I didn’t think ya wanted to talk to me that badly. 

Yui: ...It’s okay. 

Yuma: I mean, it doesn’t happen every day that you get to sit on top of me like this...

So why don’t we stay like this for a bit?

Yui: G-Geez...!

( But...I wouldn’t mind...kissing again... )

Yuma: ...

Nnh...Nn...

Yui: ...! H-How...?

Yuma: Hehe. It was written all over yer face that ya wanted another kiss.

Yui: ( Uu...I wonder why I’m this easy to figure out...? )

( Yuma-kun’s kisses...They’re a little aggressive but I like them a lot... )

( They feel so good...My mind goes blank... )

Yuma: ...So? What did ya wanna share with me? 

Yui: Ah! Right...! I completely forgot...Listenーー

...

Yuma: ...? What’s wrong?

Yui: ( Oh no...! I can’t tell him that the kiss made me completely forgot about what I was gonna say...! )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー 

[kitakami-zorua-kin]

🎤 - An audio transcript from a recording

-Audio Recording Enabled, bzzt!- “An’ I jus- I’m so tired, Super, I’m s’ fuckin’ tired of not bein’ ‘nough. I wish I was a Zorua, m’ybe then everythin’ would b’ better, l’fe would b’ easier an’ I’d be able t’ b’ happy an’ – an’  ‘m so fuckin’ sick of wishin’ I was anyone else an’ I wouldn’t wish this life ‘n anyone else, I don’ – I don’ wanna die but sometimes I wish this was like every other universe an’ Kiki an’ Carmine didn’ h’ve a third siblin’ at all, an’ I can’t think of anythin’ I’ve improved except maybe th’ Noibat c’l’ny an’ I just – I wish I was ‘s happy ‘s I pret’nd t’ b’, I wish I was lighthearted an’ silly an’ cheery an’ I’m not an’ I hate that I’m not, I hate that ‘m a liar, I wish I wasn’ everythin’ that I am, I wish I didn’ care so much ‘t makes me sick I wish I didn’ feel s’ stupidly guilty about everythin’, I wish – I wish I could stop carin’ I wish I could stop, I wish I could hate th’ people that hurt me but all I can think is that m’ybe they were right, m’ybe Car’ never shoulda stepped in m’ybe they never shoulda fished me outta th’ ocean t’ begin with maybe everythin’ would be better an’ I wouldn’ hafta deal with the lights an’ the sounds an’ – an’ everythin’ I’ve ever cared about fallin’ apart aroun’ me an’ – an’ I don’ know what ‘m doin’ wrong, ‘m tryin’, ‘m tryin’ s’ hard, why aren’t I ‘nough t’ fix things, why is m’ best never ‘nough for nothin’ why did ‘t hafta t’ b’ me, Super, I don’ wan’ any ‘f this, I wanna g’ home, I wanna have people that care an’ – an’ don’ lie t’ me, I wish m’ siblin’s cared an’ it hurts that I cared – care – s’ much an’ they didn’ care at all- an’ – an’ it’s not fair but I don’ wanna tell anyone ‘cause I feel selfish an’ sick with guilt f’r even feelin’ this an’ I feel s’ stupid an’ used an’ I jus’ – I hate it, Super, I hate it s’ much an’ ‘m sorry ‘cause I don’ wanna dump this on ya but ‘t’s eatin’ m’ alive an’ I ain’t got anyone else t’ tell ‘cause I can’ just keep dumpin’ everythin’ on Ange an’ ‘Roki ‘cause that’s just what everyone else did t’ me an’ I kinda hate them all f’r ‘t, an’ I don’ wanna do that t’ anyone an’ they both mean s’ much t’ me an’ I care s’ much ‘bout them so fast ‘t scares me an’ – an’ I jus’ – I don’ know wha’ t’ do anymore, ‘m scared an’ I keep cryin’ an’ I wish I could turn the carin’ off ‘cause it just keeps gettin’ me hurt-“

//OOC, Non-Accented Version: And I just – I’m so tired, Super (Superconduct), I’m so fucking tired of not being enough. I wish I was a Zorua, maybe then everything would be better, life would be easier and I’d be able to be happy and – and I’m so fucking sick of wishing I was anyone else and I wouldn’t wish this life on anyone else, I don’t – I don’t want to die but sometimes I wish this was like every other universe and Kiki and Carmine didn’t have a third sibling at all, and I can’t think of anything that I’ve improved except maybe the Noibat colony and I just – I wish I was as happy as I pretend to be, I wish I was lighthearted and silly and cheery and I’m not and I hate that I’m not, I hate that I’m a liar, I wish I wasn’t everything that I am, I wish I didn’t care so much it makes me sick I wish I didn’t feel so stupidly guilty about everything, I wish – I wish I could stop caring I wish I could stop, I wish I could hate the people that hurt me but all I can think is that maybe they were right, maybe Car (Carmine) never should’ve stepped in maybe they never should’ve fished me out of the ocean to begin with maybe everything would be better and I wouldn’t have to deal with the lights and the sounds and – and everything I’ve ever cared about falling apart around me and – and I don’t know what I’m doing wrong, I’m trying, I’m trying so hard, why aren’t I enough to fix things, why is my best never enough for nothing why did it have to be me, Super, I don’t want any of this, I want to go home, I want to have people that care and – and don’t lie to me, I wish my siblings cared and it hurts that I cared – care – so much and they didn’t care at all and – and it’s not fair but I don’t want to tell anyone because I feel selfish and sick with guilt for even feeling this and I feel so stupid and used and I just – I hate it, Super, I hate it so much and I’m sorry because I don’t want to dump this on you but it’s eating me alive and I ain’t got anyone else to tell because I can’t just keep dumping everything on Ange and Hiroki because that’s just what everyone else did to me and I kind of hate them all for it, and I don’t want to do that to anyone and they both mean so much to me and I care so much about them so fast it scares me and – and I just – I don’t know what to do anymore, I’m scared and I keep crying and I wish I could turn the caring off because it just keeps getting me hurt-

[aparticularbandit]

For Fake: Chapter Two

Summary: America lied about having a girlfriend to get her moms off her back, but when they want to meet said girlfriend, she asks her good friend Viv to step in and help.

Viv Vision/America Chavez

Chapter Rating: G. Fic Rating: T.

AO3

previous chapter / next chapter

“Why did you choose to meet me in a diner?”

“I don’t know.  Thought it would be a good place for a first date.”

Viv stares at America.  Her breath stills in her throat, which is far more painful than anyone ever admits.  She feels like she’s choking but also a bit like she’s going to cry.  It’s that same tightening, raw throat sort of feeling, all pain and fire, and she doesn’t understand why she should feel it at all.  “You….”  She can barely choke the word out.  “You what?”

“Thought it would be a good place for a first date,” America repeats without any idea what she’s doing to Viv.  She piles jam packets one on top of another, a row of grape then a row of strawberry then another row of grape.  “You know, if they ask about it.”

“Oh.”  Viv nods in an attempt at understanding – she does understand; it isn’t an attempt – and swallows past the fire in her throat.  That should help.  It doesn’t.  “Right.  Yes.  That makes sense.”  Her head tilts to the side.  “Would you like me to tell them how you built a tower out of jam?”

America shrugs. “If you think that’s cool, I guess?”

For not the first time, Viv glances around the diner.  It’s a small, hole in the wall sort of place, full of knick-knacks and sporadic pictures of art.  Most of the diners she’s seen have some sort of theme when they’re like this, but if there’s a pattern in this one, she can’t find it, not in the plastic shot glasses, the equally plastic teacups, or the also plastic little barnyard animals in various bright colors scattered here and there.  She’d hesitate to say the theme is plastic, which seems likely, but there’s a mishmash of modern art all over the walls, that scattered thrown paint sort of art that she likes much better than the photorealistic stuff.  Their table is wooden, covered with photos and fancy postcards with a thin layer of glass overlaying that, but that layer of glass feels sticky.  It doesn’t matter how much Viv scans the table – and she probably shouldn’t be scanning the table, she probably doesn’t want to know what tidbits and grime gets left behind – she can’t pinpoint what, exactly, causes that sticky feeling.  It looks clean.  Maybe the entire diner just feels like that: Sticky.  Grimy.

In the weight of all this, Viv gauges her answer to America’s question.  She focuses on the bright red straw stuck into her glass bottle of root beer.  “Sure.”  Her hands clasp together in her lap.  “I guess.”

The waitress, whose nametag says Dottie in bright curlicue script nearly as golden as her corkscrew curls, returns with her notepad in her front pocket, a pen fiddling between her fingertips.  “Good to see ya again, ‘Merica!  Joey’s been workin’ on that idea you told him.  Think he’s got it about done.”

“Really?”  America’s eyes light up.  “Think it’ll be done today?”

“What will be done today?” Viv asks, glancing from America to Dottie and then back again, deciding to let her gaze rest on the one she knows instead of the one she doesn’t.  (She will never admit this, but in the back of her mind, she does a search for this Dottie – not just by name, but by facial recognition, too, among other things.  All of the information leaps to her immediately, but she won’t go over any of that while they’re talking.  That would be rude.  She doesn’t want to be rude.)

“Well, nothin’s gonna be done today.”  Dottie wheedles her pen through her fingers, back and forth like a silver coin that doesn’t catch the light.  “Joey says maybe tomorrow.  Somethin’ don’t taste right.  But he’s close.”  She smacks her gum.  “And who’s this little miss?” she asks, tilting her head towards Viv but keeping her eyes entirely on America.  “Don’t tell me you finally got yourself a girlfriend—”

“You’re as bad as my moms!” America groans out, hitting her forehead against the table.

Viv looks up at Dottie, who turns to her with wide eyes.  “No,” she says, eyes just as wide as Dottie’s.  “We are just friends.”

“Well, just friends, you’re the first friend, Miss America’s ever brought by.”  Dottie punches Viv’s arm in that gentle, joking way people sometimes do and then winces, shakes her hand a few times.  “Ow.  What are you, made a iron?”

Viv’s gaze drops.  America hadn’t asked for her to look more human when they came in, but she’d made the change anyway.  Scarlet skin and bright lime green hair make her stand out in the crowd, and she thought being incognito would be a good idea, considering their plans.  This way, if anything gets back to America’s moms, they don’t know it’s her.  Still.

“No, I am not made of iron,” Viv says, and it isn’t entirely a lie.  She’s made primarily of vibranium and Horton Cells, what little iron she has is very, very scarce.  Significantly more than an average human, perhaps, but not enough to comment on.

“Oh, I know, hon.  It was just a joke!”  Dottie slaps her back in an overly familiar way and winces again.  “Figure you’re made of somethin’ super.  Don’t much care what.”  She glances over to America, who hasn’t moved but still has her forehead resting on the table.  “Want your usual, hon?”

America just lets out another groan.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”  Dottie turns back to Viv.  “Ya want anythin’, hon?”

Viv’s stomach grumbles.  “I’ll take whatever America’s having.”  She hadn’t intended on taking anything at all, which is why she’d foregone a menu in the first place.  As a result, she has no idea what this diner even has – burgers, certainly, and fries, which are a staple of diners just such as this, but she would never be able to give exact names of any of their multiple offerings.  She expects those names to give some indication of the diner’s theme; perhaps it would have been better to take a menu just to have a clue on that.

Dottie’s brows raise.  “You sure?  She gets some really—”

“Don’t say weird,” America interrupts, sitting up with a sharp look towards their waitress.  “You promised you wouldn’t ever call any of it weird.”

“Wasn’t gonna say weird.”  Dottie returns America’s glare with a sharp look of her own – sharper, maybe, from extended use.  “I was gonna say interestin’, which isn’t wrong, hon.  You have interestin’ combinations.”

America scowls, sets her elbow on the table, and then rests her head in her hand.  “That’s the same thing as weird.  Just nicer.”

Dottie sighs with exasperation, as though this is a conversation they’ve had multiple times.  “Now look here, hon.  Joey wouldn’t be taken your ideas and perfectin’ ‘em if they were weird.  He’d be givin’ me all sorts of googly eyes and complainin’ about it from here to high water.  You just wouldn’t hear none of it.”

Any of it, Viv corrects internally, although she doesn’t say it.  She expects Dottie would be offended by that.  Instead, she looks up at Dottie and says, voice soft but firm, “I like her ideas,” although she’s never had anything that America’s cooked.

Or – she’s never had anything good that America’s cooked.

Mostly because the last time America cooked, she tried to combine chocolate with mashed potatoes in the microwave, which tastes bad on its own, but also put it in the microwave for so long that the potatoes exploded all over the microwave and eventually caught it on fire.  And that was only the latest in a serious of culinary attempts that got her banned from using Kamala’s kitchen (and likely would have gotten her banned from Viv’s kitchen, too, if they ever met at her house (they do not)).  She often chalks it up to multiversal travels, trying to bring some “really cool!” cuisine from another universe into their own, trying to recreate it, but while those ideas might be solid in theory, America didn’t have the skill or knowhow to make any of them herself.

Maybe it would be better for Viv to say, “I trust her ideas,” instead of, “I like her ideas,” but she’s already said it and, unlike certain other superheroes she will not name, she cannot take it back.

Dottie’s eyes light up.  She places a hand on Viv’s shoulder and gives her a squeeze.  “Picked a good one, ‘Merica.”

“She’s not my girlfriend—”

But by then, Dottie has already walked away, whistling as she does.  America just groans and bangs her head on the table again.  “This was such a bad idea.”  It’s the sort of tone that begs to not be answered, that just needs the moment to vent.

So Viv gives her that moment and doesn’t say anything at all, instead taking the time to go over the files she’d pulled on their waitress, the so-called Dottie.  There’s a lot, even in the scant files she’s pulled up in her precursory search, and there’s more in the files she draws from the Avengers complex, from SHIELD, from various other political entities and agencies.  As the information downloads itself, as she goes over it, her eyes widen.

“What?” America asks, breaking through Viv’s concentration.  When Viv focuses again on the real world around her, she sees that America’s turned her head to one side, half-resting on her arm instead of entirely on the table.  “Something wrong?”

Viv increases her auditory input, searching for the sound of Dottie’s voice, and when she’s convinced that it’s suitably far away – that she’s suitably far away – she places her hand gently over America’s, leans forward, and whispers, “Dottie’s a Black Widow operative.”  She hesitates, then continues, “A lost Black Widow operative.”

“She’s not lost,” America answers.  “She’s right here.”  She leans back against the booth seat with another, smaller groan, and then slaps her hands on her thighs.  “This is, like, a hideaway diner for supers, or something like that.”  She tugs her lips to one side and bites on a bottom corner.  “Agatha brought me here a while back when I said I was lonely.  It was way before I met all of you, and I just....”  Her hands fidget beneath the table, drumming against her legs so loud that Viv can’t help but pick up the sound, the vibrations of it all.  “I was super lonely.”

Viv glances around the diner again.  They aren’t the only customers here, but they might as well be.  She starts to do searches for the other customers when she can catch a glimpse of their faces.  Her eyes widen again.  “Isn’t that Mordo?  Isn’t Stephen trying to find him?”

“You can’t look people up!”

Viv hesitates.  She doesn’t pause the search continuing in the back of her mind, but she does pause her wary reading of it.  “Why not?”

“This is, like….”  America’s eyes shift as though she’s looking around the rest of the room, but she’s not really paying attention to any of it.  Her eyes never pause, never focus, until they return near to Viv, until they fall to her fidgeting fingers.  “It’s a safe zone.  You can’t come in unless someone else brings you in.  Mom was here when they created it, and she wove a bunch of spells and runes and stuff into the bricks and mortar or whatever it is they used to make this place.”  She takes a deep breath in, lets it out slowly.  “People come here when they just want to be normal again.  So they don’t have to…to think about anything.  They can just come to a diner and have a good time, you know?”

Viv considers this for a moment.  Her head tilts ever so slightly to one side.  “And Joey?”

America sighs.  “He’s a clone of some guy related to Wanda.  I think.”  She shrugs.  “I’ve never really asked. It’s kind of rude to ask. But he has the most gorgeous white hair!”

For a moment, Viv considers what she’s about to do.  Then, well – this is a safe space, isn’t it?  She glances over just long enough to catch Dottie out of the corner of her eye, and as if reading her mind, Dottie gives her a little nod.  So she takes a deep breath in and shifts her hair into the bright, blinding, beautiful white that she imagines Joey has.  Her eyes return to America, and she tilts her head to one side.  “Like this?”

“Yes!  Exactly like that!”

When America reaches over to run a hand through her hair, Viv blushes a scarlet so bright that she’s certain it looks like she normally does.  Her gaze flicks over to Dottie, only to catch her mouthing, “Gay,” and giving her a wink.

We’re not girlfriends, Viv wants to tell her, because it’s true – they aren’t.  But as she sits back against the booth, she can’t stop the flush of warmth building in the center of her chest.  She doesn’t like America that way – she knows that well enough – but it’s nice to pretend.

Even if, technically speaking, they haven’t started pretending just yet.

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i believe what you said || hanji || trial 1.idk || re: reimi, luca || attn: ikko, mascots

I thought if I c-crushed a couple pills--

--it would make things easier.

She thought if she crushed pills...

...it'd make it easier.

She thought if she crushed pills and put it in his drink, it'd make it easier. It make his death easier. Make it calmer. Make it painless.

He'd fall asleep,

and it wouldn't

be

so

t e r r i f y i n g .

Hanji's grip on the puzzle loosens, their hands shaking against their will. How pathetic. This is completely unrelated case, and yet...

"Hah..."

They try to subtly wrap their arms around themselves as though they were cold.

"...Pills...

...don't do that."

Deep breaths. One, two, three.

Speak clearly.

(Their throat burns.)

"Pills... heavy duty painkillers, in specific... uh, they don't make ya fall asleep. But y'can violently overdose on 'em, that's fer sure. I ain't no doctor so the actual doc will haf'ta fact check this 'un, but sum'n happens to yer breathin' when ya overdose on 'em, right. Never heard o' them makin' ya violently cough up blood though."

And just like that, they're back to normal. See? Easy as pie! Chewing on the inside of their lip again, they shove their hands in their pockets for now.

"The pill cabinet was rummaged an nothin' was seemingly taken. But. Hisakawa's notes did say that shit gets refilled periodically. I originally assumed that it hasn't been touched 'cos the poisons haven't been replaced yet, but... I guess the rabbits just ain't restockin' shit at the same time or sumn'.

...My current guess now is that maybe th' vial an' clean tea cup belonged to Hisakawa. Notes clearly show that he's been in th' infirmary. Maybe after realizin' some vials were gone, he took one fer 'imself. Was gonna lace th' drink but... dude changed his mind. Even though he had a wife t'go back home 'ta, dude was probably too kind in th' end.

Not like it matters 'nymore, anyway."

The glove was clearly torn, and so the culprit's identity was as bright as day. Still, the circumstances were sad, even to Hanji, despite showing no feelings on their face. Well, there was no feeling, until their brows start to furrow.

"Luca... Yer startin' t'git real goddamn annoyin' wit' that."

Luca Knight... No, that wasn't quite correct. A rook or bishop, perhaps...? Did he have the worth of a rook? Bishop, maybe.

"Y'need t'git that potato sack off yer head and realize where you are. Now that someone's dead, folk're gunna keep dyin' like a domino effect. You need to accept that people are going to die around ya if ya wanna work towards doin' sum'mink about it. Sugarcoatin' shit ain't gunna do shit, or do ya jus' prefer 'ta have shit coated in pointless sugar all th' time?

People. Are. Going t'die. If we don't approach th' topic head on, then the fuck are ya expectin' us t'do. Sit on our asses hopin' a ~miracle~ will come if we do nothing? Think you'll git a trophy fer avoidin' upsettin' topics in an upsettin' environment? A game is stagnant if y'don't make any fuckin' moves. Conversations like this need to be had if we're gonna be here, and if we wanna get out.

Yet yer actin' like yer on a high horse fer havin' basic empathy. Is it so wrong for us to want to live too?"

Although it was a game they liked to think about a lot, Hanji knew not everything was black and white like a chessboard. Did this guy think everyone was so cruel for valuing their own lives? Sure, it was insensitive, and spoken in rather haphazard way, but... Since when did sensitivity ever belong in an environment like this?

Hanji sighs... They look at Reimi again, and they instinctively look away again. A painless death in one's slumber, huh...

"...Angeline. Do ya guys restock on all infirmary stuff all in one go, or only restock what ya can at th' moment and plan t'restock on others once ya can?"