#and i keep thinking everything i make will be bad or completely unnoticed

[rainbowratsstuff]

My motivation for my art is so low right now :(

[myunghology]

THE LITTLE THINGS.

summary the little things they do for you, just because they love you. part 1/2 !!

pairings riddle, leona, azul, x gender neutral reader (established relationship)

tw none.. i think IDK

a/n — YAYYY I HIT 1.7K give me more clout pls ily all

✧ — RiDDLE ROSEHEARTS

Teaches you even though it's incredibly late at night. His eyes are already telling you that he's tired— and you try your best to tell him to go to bed.

But noooo, he cares too much about you to let you fail your worst subject. He casually waves his hand to dismiss your ideas for him to get sleep, putting you first before anything else. Well, at least he's learning more as well from teaching you.

Your head would be laying on his lap as he explains literal calculus at 4am in the morning, since you woke up in the middle of the night, making HIM wake up as well, why not torment you as well by making you learn with the time?

You give him such attitude early in the morning, saying "I'm sorry calculus sucks so bad, I'm sorry it's boring?" and yet he's completely whipped for you to the point that he's willing to sacrifice his sleeping schedule for you to learn. It's for your own good!

Riddle's possessive.. But in a good way! He just cares too much, not possessive to the point he's controlling, but possessive in a way that he's just overprotective of you.

He's the "Don't let anybody do this to you, unless that somebody's me." type of boyfriend. Can you tell he gets jealous easily? Gets extra snarky whenever someone asks about you, especially when they don't know you two are dating.

The type to pull you closer wherever just from being possessive, and makes an excuse that's basically just "Because you might get lost". Riddle.. The hallway is currently empty?

He will forever be your first and last love. The little things he does for you, it's everything. To you, and to everyone else who sees. The way he ties your shoelaces— which you didn't even notice that was untied.

When you make a mistake and a small "I'm sorry." comes out of your lips while your eyes get blurry, shaking his head as he shushes you and reassures you, everytime without fail.

The way he looks up at your pretty face right after, as smitten as ever and in complete awe, it's not that obvious, but you can see it in his eyes.

The way he's incredibly patient with you, the way you push your luck just to annoy him— luckily not getting beheaded by your own boyfriend. He has always fully believed time has brought you to him, hell, even fate itself maybe.

✧ — LEONA KiNGSCHOLAR

Leona always finds himself ending up with you, one way or another. At the end of the day, he's home. To you. And that's what matters the most to him.

The way he's burying his face in your chest, making a giggle escape out of your lips, a giggle he especially loves, but of course, would never really admit it directly.

This time, it's your turn to tease him for acting like this. But who could blame him? You're so comfortable.. And you're so.. Everything, really.

The soft sighs of relief he lets out when he feels your fingers thread through his long hair, indirectly asking you to not stop, and just keep going.

He compliments you without even realizing. Like it's a natural response to everything you do. From your little "Isn't this bow really cute, Leona?" with a soft smile as he goes, "Yeah. It'd be cuter if you'd wear it, though."

And you're left red and blushing, it honestly depends if he's going to tease you for it or not. But we all know, your blush is never going to get unnoticed by the prince himself.

Gets defensive whenever you bring this topic up. He will NEVER miss a day of complimenting you— even if it's something random. It's either that, or something completely heartwarming.

It ranges from, "You're really short, you know? Could barely even reach the top of the door even if you stand on your tippy-toes. But it's alright. I like it like that." with a smug grin.

To, "What's wrong with you? You're gorgeous. You're gonna be keepin' up with me in terms of persuasion, with those adorable little eyes of yours, are you?" sir this is a wendys

Can NEVER say no to you when you give him that special look. When you look up at him he absolutely melts— and it's painfully obvious it hurts physically (And by that, I mean butterflies.)

"If my significant other thinks they can just bat their cute lil eyes at me and get whatever they want, they're absolutely right." Type of mindset. He'd never admit it or say it out loud, either. We all saw that coming though, let's be honest..

Grits his teeth whenever you look at him with doe eyes, and it makes him weak because he especially loves your eyes, and how much they can say about you and how you're feeling.

✧ — AZUL ASHENGROTTO

Provides you with anything you need, without you needing to ask, almost everytime he notices. For other people, they'd need payment. But for you..? Ah, just forget about the goddamn contract at this point.

Actually, there IS a payment you have to do. Can you guess? It's definitely something cheesy or corny. Kills myself

Everytime you give him kisses all over his face, he's definitely all read. Who could blame him? We know he's not used to affection like this. And the fact that it's coming from you.. I don't know if that makes it worse or better at this point.

But of course, this will always come with a payment. More of a punishment— maybe. Having to wipe all your faint lipstick marks off his face when he has to be in the mostro lounge, making him just a few minutes late.

He picks up your habits. From talking or texting, no matter how different it is, he'll pick it up. From how much time you two spend together, I can't really say anyone's surprised..?

So, don't be surprised when he randomly responds to you with your usual attitude, or even just talking or texting a little bit like you as well.

The best part is, he doesn't even notice himself. When someone brings it up, he raises an eyebrow and acts like he doesn't know what they're talking about at all.

Gets all flustered when someone mentions you. It wouldn't even be about your relationship and he'd still be a blushing mess. Why? Um.. I dunno..

They probably wouldn't even realize you two are dating until they see Azul's wallpaper is you two, and when he opens his phone, most of the widgets there are your little selfies you send to him for fun.

Whether it'll be a literal thirst trap ("He's getting all red, please stop?" - Jade). Or a 0.5 picture of you sent by a mutual friend, or even Floyd who practically towers over you.

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[igotanidea]

All figured out : Jason Todd x reader

Summary: When duties and stuff get in the way of being close so bad he forgets your b-day... Or does he?

***

As of late they barely had time for each other. It was constantly his patrols, his wounds and bleeding, her work and headaches and everything in-between.

You know what they say after all, right? About the mundane everyday stuff killing more relationships than actual fights and heartbreaks. The case when you get so accustomed to being with each other that there’s nothing more to discover and the connection becomes simply boring.

And he didn’t want it.

She neither.

But what was to do when there was always something or someone.

What was to do when they both found themselves drifting apart, too focused on the duties and obligations and that constant train of thoughts, plans and internal anxiety they tried to suppress so hard there was barely any strength for anything else.

“Y/N.” 

“Hm?” She raised her head from the couch she dozed off while reading some notes for the upcoming work presentation. “Yeah? What’s wrong? How can I help?” Even in her half-hazy state with a post-it note stuck to her cheek, her first instinct was to sprung into action. And the fact that she missed his concerned face and affection beaming from his eyes did not go unnoticed.

“It’s your birthday today, baby…” Jason sighed, moving closer, crouching next to the couch to be somewhere close to her eye level and squeezing her hands.

“My birthday?” Her tone indicated that she barely recognized what day it was, let alone that the date was anything special “Really? I guess I forgot about that…”

“Y/N…”

“Hm?”

“I’m so sorry-“

“For what?” she tore the note from her cheek, finally meeting his eyes “Hey. Jason, baby. For what?”

“I forgot them too.”

“Well clearly not, if you’re the one reminding me.”

“I don’t have a gift for you.”

“You’re here, aren’t you?”

“It’s not enough.”

“It is enough for me.” She squeezed his hand reassuringly, “Because us talking for more than five minutes might be the first time in weeks.”

“I’m sorry-“

“Yeah, me too.” She sighed “this is not just on you Jace. You’re only half of this relationship.”

“Only?” he teased, familiar sparks showing in his eyes

“Oh, here’s that mischief I know you for.” She chuckled leaning her forehead on his in a vulnerable gesture “What happened to us Jay?”

“I don’t know. But I don’t like it.”

“You don’t say.”

“And that’s why I’m taking you out tonight.”

“Wait, what? What about the patrol? The missions? The-“ the stream of words coming out of her mouth was cut abruptly as he placed a finger on her lips. “Hey-hmph!”

“Don’t think just because I’ve barely heard your voice lately I’m just going to let you bubble, princess.”

“But-“

“Now, put on you prettiest dress and do not worry your sweet little head about anything else”

“But-“

“If you keep talking I’ll have to silence you in some other way and then we won’t leave this apartment at all. And I’ve already made plans-.”

“In the past thirty seconds?!”

“Yes. Now do you want to ruin my plans for tonight?” he pouted in a child-like manner causing her to let out an involuntary laugh before heading to the bathroom to get ready for whatever scheme he came up with.

***

“A club? Seriously?”

The look of confusion on her face as they pulled at the dancing spot was quite hurtful to him.

“I didn’t even know you could dance.”

“Ouch! Y/n!”

“What?!” she scoffed, “It’s your fault. You never showed that skill.”

“Well here’s a show for your entertainment. Go ahead and enjoy me, making a fool out of myself just to celebrate your bday.”

Jason grabbed her hand, sent a knowing look to the bouncer that just let them pass without any questions and dragged her inside.

“Wait… wait, what is going on here? You know the bouncer at the club? Jason? Jason?! The actual hell- ah!”

The lights went out, she felt his hand slipping from hers and for a second that felt like eternity she was completely alone in the dark.

“Y/N?!” his voice reached her ears though she had no idea where it was coming from and the slight panic started to creep inside. A feeling multiplied when she heard ruffling and some whispers of people who were closing in on her

“Jason?! Where are you!?” Y/N started spinning in the dark, searching for anything solid that would help her cover from whatever danger might be lurking in the dark. “ah!” Her wish became granted sooner than expected when she collided with something hard and out of sheer instinct started punching and hitting the surface.

“Hey! Hey, relax! Relax! It’s me! It’s me, princess.” Familiar touch of hands intensified on hers stopping her from fighting the person that was in fact her only salvation and protection. “It’s me, you’re safe” he pulled her closer, offering comfort and calm.

“What-what happened?” she stuttered “Why did the lights-“

“SURPRISE!”

Before she made her sentence the candles and lights garland got lit and she was greeted with friends and family members standing behind the lavishly set table with a birthday cake smiling and cheering.

“You asshole!” Y/N turned to Jason, resuming to punch and hit him, only that now she could see him and her movements were far more accurate and effective “I could have had a heart attack!”

“Stop it!” Jason laughed, pretending to be scared, grabbing her waist and spinning her in her air, before putting her down and kissing her passionately, not caring about the onlookers of their guests. “Happy birthday.” He muttered against her lips.

“You’re a jerk, you know it?” she responded in a whisper before grabbing the front of his shirt and kissing him again, not giving a shit who was looking likewise.

***

“You want to sneak out of here?”

After two hours of celebration, dancing, laughing and stuffing mouths with delicious food, Jason walked to her from behind offering a getaway from everyone. His warm breath followed by a gentle kiss on that soft spot between her neck and shoulder was supposed to convince her, but she was still mad about the trap he set for her.

“Mh. Dunno. You went to such a great length to bring me here and now you want me to leave?” She teased, though her tone was not matched by the action when she tilted head to give him more access to her skin and allowed his hands to wrap around her waist.

“Mhm. Yes. Exactly. Leave with me.” Jason muttered against her skin.

“You're scared you won’t find the way back home?” she smirked and the grip on her body tightened.

“Not If my home stays here….”

“Oh no!” Y/N’s joyful laughter filled the air “Cliché! And cheesy and –“

“You done?” he frowned, not liking the way she was mocking him while he was pouring his heart out.

“Nope. Don’t think so. I can go like this for hours.”

“Y/N—” he growled in a warning she was pushing him to the limits.

“But I suppose if I can do it here, I can also do it when we’re alone-“

“Oh so now you want to be alone with me only to mock me?”

“Mhm.” She grinned. “So what do you say, big boy? Shall we take a French leave?”

“And walk out silently?” Jason grinned and she did not like it at all. “Over my dead body. Again.”

Without warning he lifted her up in the air, and with the most commotion he could cause, carried her away, followed by the cried out wishes of happy birthday and all the best.

He was such a drama queen.

***

“That was fun.” She pointed out when they got back to their little flat

“Only a beginning princess. I haven’t really given you your present yet.” Jason made sure to lock the door, stepping closer to his girlfriend and immediately pulling her closer, caressing her back and kissing her neck.

“You think you know what I want, huh?” She giggled when his lips started to tickle her skin.

“Got you figured all over baby… Know all your soft spots.”

He descended to her collarbone, bending her backwards a little to make it easier. The position forced her to place hands on his shoulders for purchase.

“Are you saying I became so boring and predictable to you?” she teased not stopping him walking her backwards to the bed

“Boring?” he gave her a look over, before sliding her dress upwards, tracing over the exposed thigh “not at all.” Her dress hit the floor, removed overhead. “Predictable? Maybe…”

“Asshole…” soft sight left her lips before getting silenced by another passionate kiss.

“You know I know what you want…”

“Prove it.” Y/N did not waste a second sliding his shirt off too. Once done, she plopped on the bed, facing the ceiling and waiting for his move “Prove you really do know what I want.”

Jason smirked and laid on the bed next to her.

He knew.

He knew better than she wanted to give him credit for.

And that was exactly the reason why at the moment his fingers were running up and down her exposed belly, but never crossing the barrier of her white, innocent panties or bra.

The reason why he did not tear his and her underwear and surrender to passion.

An argument for not going straight into sex.

So many people were confusing intimacy with sex. Simplifying it. While the real connection went far beyond body-to-body contact and carnal pleasure.

Real intimacy did not mean being bare as in shedding the clothes, but exposing oneself emotionally.

And he knew.

They’ve been growing apart for so long and the best gift he could give her was his presence next to her.

Y/N smiled rolling on her side to look into his eyes, their bodies close but never really touching as if the exchanged looks and interlaced fingers were far more valuable.

“How do you like your present?” he smiled softly, playing with her fingers, voice filled with warmth and purest form of affection.

“You really did know.”

“Told you I got you figured. And it’s not really a bad thing now, is it?”

“No. No it’s not. And hey I just figured something –“

“Hm? And what may that sudden discovery be? You missed me perhaps? Or – “ he made a dramatic pause – “don’t tell me you got feelings for me! Ugh! Y/N! Disgusting!” 

She laughed.

“Feelings? No way! And how could you dare believe I might have missed your horrible attitude and character!? Are you trying to offend me?!”

“Always.”

“Perhaps I should also thank you for keeping me in check and making sure I don’t become conceited?”

“Happy birthday” he shrugged, pulling her to his chest ruffling her hair on purpose. “And don’t think I love you or something.” The last remark was followed by the kiss on her forehead.

“Me neither, Jason. Me neither-”

It seemed like they got each other figured out after all.

And maybe it was their way of healing and coming together once again.

[yurinaa-world]

Helloo ☆ I hope youre having a nice day 💫🌸 I was wondering if I can request Blade, Ratio and Sunday with reader who appears stoic/reserved and seems disconnected but is actually soft and cries/smiles easily around them 🥹 thank you!!

- 🪻

"𝒜 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓁𝑒"

💫𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Blade, Veritas Ratio & Sunday x Gender-neutral reader

💫𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: with a reader who appears reserved and disconnected but is actually soft around him

💫𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Fluff & Spelling Mistakes

💫𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒹𝑒 "𝑀𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓃 𝐻𝓊𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈"

You are both soulmates from the outside, both reserved and disconnected….except you aren't, and he is, the complete opposites of each other. He likes it better when you’re alone anyway, you’re more expressive that way and only he enjoys that.

He likes that reassuring smile on your face the morning after you fixed up his wounds, asking him if he’s alright and if he’s feeling any pain but he can’t think about that right now, forget the pain for now.

He can’t help but get a little clingy—though his face just screams he’s going to murder someone, even if his body is sore he wants to see your face close-up, maybe even steal that smile off of your face.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Be careful, blade,”

Him Showing up late last night and injured wasn’t exactly in the cards for you there you were, and now you’re like his personal nurse, taking care of him in the morning. His chest and arms were all cleaned and bandaged to the best of your ability, all while he groaned at the sharp pain his body was in.

“Open up, it might taste a bit weird.” You smiled, trying to make him feel better as you spoon-fed him a bitter medicine, even the colour looked like complete muck, which just made him frown at the taste of it, injuries may not be a big deal to him but nothing is killing his tastebuds. 

“Disgusting.”

“Please bear with it,” 

He won’t bear with it, not in the slightest, instead, he’ll be selfish and want something more to clear his throat, getting rid of that bitter, disgusting taste, and you’ll be the victim of it. Touch his bandages all you want but he’s not going to let you leave, he’ll grab your hand and drag you down on top of him.

“Is something wrong?”

He’s a silent man, rather than doing something useful with his mouth instead of saying unnecessary things that you already knew, shoving his mouth on yours was more important, you could taste the bitter medicine in your throat, the taste getting more apparent the more he doesn’t want to let go of you.

“It’s better to bear with now.”

💫𝒱𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓈 𝑅𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜 "𝑀𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐼𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈𝒾𝒶 𝒢𝓊𝒾𝓁𝒹"

You may be the only answer to his problems, he feels exhausted by his students, and after a long break they have forgotten everything he’s been teaching, and the vein on his forehead might explode.

His anger gets bad to the point he can’t help but rant to you about his terrible day of reviewing with his class.

He may calm down a little when you smile and laugh a little about his complaints, it’s not your fault the way he talks.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“I wish to bash my skull on the table, these students will be the death of me.”

He's been ranting for a while now…and the whole time—going unnoticed by him since he’s very into his anger—you just wanted to laugh so badly, hearing his analogies with his complaints were truly testing you. 

“Idiots, they incurable, truly I’ve failed as a teacher,” his monologue was cut short when you started laughing—it was like a jolt of realization, seeing you laugh at him like that yet he wasn’t very pleased.

“Seems like you’re enjoying this.” He stares back at you blankly as you calm down from your laughter. “I’m not but Veritas, if you keep stressing out so much, you might just grow gray hair already,” you smile, your hand gently creasing his hair to express your point more.

 “I don’t want you to get wrinkles in the next few years.” you smile, it was a very gentle and natural one, not forced in the slightest which just made his heart skip a beat, your smile always made the tips of his ears red when you both alone with each, it might’ve also made him go soft as well.

“Any expression can contribute to wrinkles, even you’ll get some,” 

In a low whisper, all under his breath so it wouldn’t reach your ears. “Yet even with wrinkles, you would look even more charming.”

Seeing this side of you makes him grateful of what he gets to see.

💫𝒮𝓊𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓎 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒪𝒶𝓀 𝐹𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎"

He’s gotten many personal questions about you from many people outside of your relationship. It's insulting if he's being truthful, and they just don’t know when to stop prying when they need to. Those backhanded comments don’t go unnoticed by him, he’s not some idiot. 

But it’s not the bad, words are just words unless the press gets wild and tries to do something then it’s something you shouldn’t worry about, not while he gets to see a different side of you that no one else gets the privilege to see.

Seeing you come with a pretty smile spread upon those lips, while you convince him to take a break and relax from all the papers he’s been doing. He might just do it since you’re the one asking (and he can’t resist that smile)

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Sunday, you should take a break, or else your hands might cramp up from working so hard.”

A gentle smile plastered on those lips while you had his hand intertwined with your own, pressing it against your chest, almost as if you were giving him your blessing—it makes him feel as if he’s a teenager with a crush—gaze turning into a gentle one.

“I must’ve lost track of time, I didn’t mean to worry you, yet there still are many papers to do.” He sighs, before gently pulling his hand away—to not hurt your feelings—yet you grab onto his hand again—not wanting him to start back his work. 

“Please take a break Sunday, I’ll only let you work if you take a break right now.” You conveyed, his hand can’t help but stare at both of your hands intertwined before taking a fresh breath of air at your intervention.

“If it makes you happy, then I’ll take a break,” A weary smile on his lips when your eyes light up at his agreement with your lips going back to that smile

“Yet I would like for you to stay with me.”

he loves the look of it, why don’t you keep it that way on his whole break? It’ll even motivate him to finish his work faster.

“If it helps you.”

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❝KEEPING SECRETS❞ — miles 42 x reader (part 1)

⋆✮↪ summary: he thought he was doing right by you by keeping you at a distance, by keeping you in the dark of everything he was doing. he thought it was right to keep his secrets... just so he wouldn't lose you. well, in the end, was it worth it? ⋆✮↪ pairing: miles 42 x gn!reader ⋆✮↪ word count: 1,864 ⋆✮↪ author's note: tbh, i wanted to make the idea about miles 42, not really bc of the angst but bc i wanted to write more about my other son, i don't feel like i make enough for him 😭😭😭also i'm sorry if the spanish is wrong, i'm not fluent, but if y'all are willing to correct me for it, by all means, please do! I HOPE Y'ALL LIKE THIS THOUGHHHH (reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

the line on the other end beeped, he never did bother to leave a voicemail to whoever called anyway. you set your phone down with a sigh as you stirred your drink mindlessly, looking at your phone, hoping that at least he sent a message, saying he got your call, even if he wouldn't ask why you called. you put your hands to your face and tried to calm down, collect your thoughts before doing anything rash. this was a normal occurrence for you two already, you always calling out for him or texting him, and you going completely unnoticed by him; and the worst part? he's been your boyfriend. for six months.

you wanted to watch miles walk in through the door of the restaurant and sit himself down across you, all so you could take your drink and splash it all over him, not caring what he'd say or think of you while you'd drench him. hell, maybe you'd even throw the cup at his face, but you felt bad thinking about that, you didn't want to stoop too low. besides... you loved him, you really did--and you knew he loved you, too, kind of. you knew the exact reason as to why he always misses out on dates with you, always leaves your calls unanswered and your texts unread, and it wasn't because he was cheating on you or catching up on any homework, no--it was because he was the prowler.

he was a vigilante, he was one criminals and authorities alike couldn't get their hands on--a cruel one, many would call him, ruthless--but not to you. he saved you from a band of crooks that were going to rob you of all that you had when you were heading home on your own one night, and the way the prowler held you, the way you heard his heart beat and felt the warmth throughout his whole body as he held you close to his chest, when he kept murmuring to you you're okay, you're okay... you never forgot that feeling. and when you met miles, when you two started dating and getting more close, more intimate... you were reminded of that feeling when the prowler saved you, when miles saved you.

but despite knowing his secret, you needed him to tell you. it was his secret, and you valued your boyfriend's privacy. he was entitled to his own secrets, as you were entitled to yours. but you wished he at least... could at least show up, could at least make time for you and be there for you when you needed him. and tonight was just that night, because tomorrow, you were going to be trying out for your school's varsity team; the stakes were high enough as it was already for you and you felt pressured, extremely pressed, to push yourself further than what you can already do now. miles promised you, weeks before this, that he'd be there for you--he'd be there when you needed him, he promised; but now, where was he?

you refused to wait for him any longer; you chugged your drink and with an irritated sigh, you left the restaurant behind you, fuming as you thought of what to tell him, what to ask him, how to tell him tomorrow that you... you were so disappointed in him. tomorrow eventually came, and you made your way through the flood of faces in the hallway, catching miles collecting his stuff from his locker, his back turned to the people passing him by. you grabbed him by his shoulder, glaring at him with an icy stare as you narrowed your eyes at him. "que pasa, cielo?" miles asked you with a raised eyebrow and a perplexed look on his face in response to your scowling, as if he had no clue as to why you were so infuriated with him. "miles, where were you?" you asked him in an exasperated tone, clearly exhausted, and clearly in need of answers.

not looking to anger you, miles looked away and murmured, "i was... helping my tio aaron fix up his car, no biggie." "i called your uncle aaron last night, he said you were sleeping." you pressed him as he shut his locker's door, not looking back towards you as he began to walk away to defuse the situation, at least, he thought it would defuse it. you were not having it, though, and followed him through the crowds of people that were passing you two in the hallway. "i slept because my tio made me do some heavy lifting, he insisted i should've gone to bed, that's all." he answered you back as he held himself back from getting any more agitated with this mountain of lies and excuses he's made for himself.

if you only knew just how much miles wanted to tell you the truth, how he wanted to be upfront and honest with you, tell you the real reason why he's been missing out on dates with you, not being able to answer your calls or texts, being unable to support when you need him, when he wants to be there for you... but being the prowler isn't just something he can quit, it's a job he takes up so no one else he loves, and especially not you, gets hurt or taken away from him.

you breathe in deeply as you try to put up with his crappy excuse again. "well, alright, but you never bothered to answer my calls? surely you would've woken up, right, your phone's always got its sound on. hell, you could've texted me, explained why you couldn't come, because i would've understood, i'd've understood if you just told me--" you said as you grasped miles' hand, but he was in no mood to face you right now. he wasn't angry nor disappointed in you, of course not; he believed you had every right to be angry, but miles was angry at... himself. he couldn't bear to have you face him, put up with him when he knew what he was doing wasn't enough to keep you happy. he yanked his hand away from your grasp and turned to face you, anger and fury filling his face.

"no digas cosas que no sientes! you don't mean that, not when you don't know anything! have you ever thought of that?!"

he yelled at you. he raised his voice at you.

...he really doesn't believe in you, does he?

miles panted as he tried to shake the simmering rage and aggression he was feeling off. he couldn't stomach it, the fact he should've been there with you that night, reassuring you, comforting you, supporting you like he promised--just being there to listen to you would've been enough, but he couldn't even do that. he felt like he was being tortured when he brought himself to look at you in the eyes, he didn't feel like he deserved you, of being loved by you. "cielo, i..." miles spoke as he tried to gather his thoughts, say he was sorry he snapped--but no words followed his quieting voice. his mouth was open, but no words came out. you looked at him in utter bafflement as the fact he spoke to you like that sunk in, piercing your heart like a dagger. all you wanted was the truth, the truth to come out of his own lips in his own voice by his own volition--but he couldn't even give you that without a fight, almost as if you didn't deserve the truth.

you realized it too late, and soon felt the hot tears rolling down your cheeks and staining your uniform's blazer and making small pools of tears on the floor. your lips twisted into a frown, the corners of your lips quivering as you sniffled back the tears, telling yourself to quit crying, but crying even harder as your inner voice got louder. "what am i doing wrong, miles?" you made out with a sob as your crying intensified, with the tears flowing faster and harder. "am i not... not good enough, not worth... not worth being given your time? i try to see things... from where you stand, but... how can i even begin to do that when you're not even... you're not even with me at all anymore?" you asked him in between your cries as miles looks at you, about to take a step forward and comfort you, but he stops himself. his eyes are filled with regret and shame for what he just did, what he just said to you.

the other students in the hall were drawn to the drama occurring between you two in the middle of the hallway, with some coming over to get a better look, others buzzing around for questions on who did what, what happened where and why. miles tried to open his mouth to speak, to say a word of apology, but his voice seemed stuck in his throat as he opened his mouth and closed it again. "i can't be with you anymore. we're done, miles." you said in a louder voice, which caused miles' heart to stop beating for a few seconds, benumbing him as he stepped back and was stuck in place, processing what you just told him. you ran off, away from everyone's stares, leaving miles alone there to reflect on what he just did.

miles tried to get himself to run after you, open his mouth and finally release the voice that longed to speak your name, call you and apologize a million apologies that would only be the tip of the iceberg. he did what he had to to keep you safe, to... keep you, but he ended up losing you in the process. he lost you because he didn't meet with you, he didn't keep his promise, he couldn't keep a single promise, which was why he couldn't even keep you.

the onlookers and bystanders eventually moved away and awkwardly filled in the silence that was left between you two with mindless chatter and murmuring. miles eventually came to his senses, partially, and slowly walked away from the spot he was frozen on after he let what just happened sink into him. he headed off to his first class with a murky and somber expression as he realized he lost you. he tried to conceal his despair and dejection, until ganke came up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "miles, are you--" "they left me." miles responded briefly, his voice quiet and hushed, as if to mask the utter sorrow he was experiencing. ganke gazed up at miles, who was now tearing up slightly, a few tears streaking down his cheeks. "they left me, ganke. i was... i was so... i wasn't doing enough..." he wept as he leaned against ganke, with ganke patting him on the shoulder as he walked him off to their first class. miles tread to class with a storm brewing in his mind, he couldn't focus on nor understand a single thing except for the fact that he's lost you.

but he won't give up that easily.

tags !! @k4tsu3 @fiannee @luvstarrstruck @toneystank-3000 @ii01vq @maxoloqy @popeheywardssecretgf @solecitoszn @q2ie @anikaluv @zalayni

[lilpotatjj]

A/N: I can't belive this is happening. I just thought to give it a try and honestly it was so hard to write that BUT I read so much other Bella smut....here we go. This is my first smut and I think I only write another smut with requests cause I can't tell how often I was hiding under my blanket in shame. It's so different writing a smut story or reading good smut.

So if you guys want some naughty stuff request me.

WARNING: soft smut, fingering, no big things, just cute slice of live between Reader/Fem!Reader x Bella

Summery: Bella comes home from the set after a long day of filming and is completely exhausted, also have lots of wounds caused of the action. It didn't go quite as she had imagined and she had to keep repeating the same scene. You notice her mood and want to do everything to make her feel better.

Wordcount: 900

Proofread: Nope

Sweetn' Hot Steam (18+)

With a jerk, the door to your flat slams shut and all you hear is an annoyed gasp.

Bella enters completely exhausted, takes off her glasses and removes her scrunchie from her hair.

"todays filming was rough huh?" you stand up and walk towards her. "please don't remind me anymore....I have a bunch of bruises and abrasions from fighting" Bella grabs the back of her neck and rubs it.

"what fight scene?" you stand behind her and massage her neck.

"Nora vs Ellie.....too much running....too much knife action. I mean it was fun but something always didn't fit and we had to keep repeating" Bella looks behind you without turning.

"Sounds exhausting but you did good babe" You start kissing her neck which Bella obviously enjoys.

"I'm going to take a shower" She walks towards the bathroom and grabs a towel.

"I'll come with you and check your injuries. We don't want anything to get infected unnoticed" You grin and close the bathroom door behind you.

"my right arm hurts pretty bad....I don't know how many times I've pulled out my knife today and tried to kill Nora" Bella tries to take off her hoodie and fails miserably. "It's OK, I'll help you" You slowly pull on the sleeves and manage to take it off. Aside you first see the extent of today's filming.

"oh baby you look....good...?" you smirk and slowly stroke over the individual bruises and discover one or two abrasions.

"ohman I just want to take a shower and get rid of the dirt...I look like shit" Obviously uncomfortable with the idea of showing herself to you, she continues to undress. "I'll turn on the shower and come in with you" you also undress and look at her legs, which are completely covered in bruises.

"don't worry sweety I still love you" you go into the shower together and the warm water runs over both your bodies. You take a closer look at her wounds and crouch down to her leg injuries. "It looks really painful..." You grab one of your sponges and start gently wiping the sensitive skin, noticing that she gets goose bumps right away, and gently continue.

"feels good...." Bella closes her eyes a little and enjoys every touch of yours.

You start to kiss her gently and lovingly on her thighs and immediately notice that she flinches a little. The sponge moves up to her belly without stopping to kiss her thighs. "Y/N....." Bella looks at you in a daze and your kisses continue to move towards her centre.

Once there, you suck on her clit and she almost loses her grip on her legs. "feels so good...." She mumbles and grips your hair tightly with her fingers while you elicit a low moan from her again and again.

You only stop to continue at her chest, very tenderly and gently, sucking on her nipples. She puts her head back against the wall and closes her eyes to surrender more to the feeling after that rough day.

"relax baby" you kiss your way up to her neck and suck lovingly, grabbing her hair and getting greedier and greedier. The reason Bella is so wet is not because of the shower. Your hand gently strokes her sensitive spot, causing her soft moans to intensify.

You can't stop kissing her and keep biting her neck only to lick it apologetically afterwards. One finger penetrates her far too easily, which is why you immediately follow up with another. The neighbours in the hotel room next door can certainly hear how happy you are making her, but that doesn't matter at the moment, because all that matters now is you and Bella.

"you like it huh?" you tease her further,kiss and praise her and speed up your fingers which is the reason she becomes a moaning mess. "just like that....relax sweetheart and just let go all of that crap for today" She is getting almost too close and her legs shaking more and more bringing her on edge of her own universe. "do...don't stop please" she begs pathetically and melting complete in your grip.

The way she's wet even trough the hot water almost drives you crazy, so you have to hold back a lot from playing with yourself. Her moans are impossible to ignore and Bella has trouble catching her breath "your....y...your to...good...." she holds onto your hair with all her might and puts her head in your neck, screaming all her emotions into your ear while she comes all over your hand. "fuck......." You move a little more so she can gasp for air and Bella just hides her face in your neck a little longer. "holy shit...." her whole body still shaking, you hold her tight, stroking her back. "love you so much" she kisses your lips tenderly and the hot water still pours all over your hot bodys and the whole bathroom is full of hot steam. "I feel so much better" she smiles into the kiss. "have only tended your wounds..." you break away from the kiss with an amorous smile. "love you too my everything"

[fanfic-scribbles]

Spooky Scary

Fandom: MCU Captain America/Avengers

Summary: Bucky tries to bond with you over your love of horror. It goes well, just...not how you'd expect.

Quick facts: Romance – Bucky Barnes/Reader – Nondescript Reader

Warnings: Reader loves horror but is also scared of it, short and very fluffy

MCU Timeline: Set some nebulous time after CA:TWS

Words: 1226

A/N: Please enjoy this short piece of Halloween fluff. For regular readers: I am having a bit of A Time right now and I don’t know if I’ll be able to update in November. I’m a little bummed; I’m very proud of having been able to keep my monthly update schedule, but I’ll be traveling for Thanksgiving this year and I recently had a set back that hit pretty hard. So right now I’m thinking I’ll take November off, *maybe* December if I have to, but we’ll see when we see. Nothing is abandoned, I just need a minute, so enjoy what’s here in the meantime, and I will see you later <3

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You are on a date (not a date) with your crush (best friend) right now (right now!) and you are terrified.

In more ways than just one.

~

“You’re okay with a haunted house?” you ask, looking over the advertising placard. The overall layout is very ‘graphic design is my passion,’ but some of the photos look…unsettlingly good.

“It won’t bother me,” Bucky says with absolute confidence. “Clint says I’ll be fine. Something about the makeup being good but overall it’s pretty cheesy.”

~

You don’t know what you did to Clint, but a few Robin Hood jokes are not enough to warrant this.

A gruesome Jack-in-the-box pops out, telegraphed from a hallway down, and yet you still jump. You’re glad you picked Bucky’s left arm to grab– hopefully it isn’t pressure sensitive.

“You all right?” Bucky chuckles, his breath in your ear. Despite the ‘blood’-stained, grimy hall, you relax a little, and even smile at him.

“Doing great,” you lie.

You have a reputation. A deserved one, admittedly– you love Halloween. Horror movies and the macabre are for year-round, in your opinion, but there’s something about the energy in October that just makes it even better. Your friends know this.

They don’t know that you’re actually kind of a scaredy-cat.

So, yeah, horror movies are great– on a screen, when you’re alone at home and no one can see you flinch, jump, or peek out between your fingers.

Or gasp and jump out of your skin when a shadow runs past your open side. You’re gripping Bucky’s arm hard enough your hands hurt, but it’s also kind of…thrilling, being able to be so close to him. Or rather, being forced to, even if only by your own nerves. You might need some help unlatching your fingers by the end of the night.

But Clint, via Bucky, was right– the scene work could be better, you think, but maybe that’s a good thing, because the actors are great, in costume and performance, with one of the most terrifying being a woman following alongside you, unnoticed until the perfect moment. But no one comes close to touching you, and it doesn’t hurt that you’re in the company of someone who could stare down Jason and punch out a Xenomorph, so you actually start enjoying yourself.

You’re so distracted by everything that you completely miss what’s going on with Bucky– until he gently bumps your side and you jump almost clear off the floor. He lets out a heavy sigh and jerks his head up at a sign. You have to squint a bit, but you make out one of the exits, and after a few seconds, it clicks. Bucky needs to leave.

Just like that, you snap into crisis management mode, like any time you’re out and Bucky has a bad moment. It doesn’t happen too often, but you know how to handle it: get to a safer spot, wait a minute for him to calm, and if he can’t, walk him home.

Easy peasy, but when you get out and to the side of the building, Bucky turns and looks…fine. Composed.

“What’s wrong?” you ask. He looks surprised by the question, and he looks you over. And then he goes quiet– thinking, you assume. It takes him a little longer, sometimes, to figure out how to speak his thoughts. Right now, he’s looking a little frustrated, and nothing’s coming out.

“It’s okay,” you say and squeeze his hand. Thankfully, he squeezes back. “Take your time. You wanna get dinner?”

He hesitates, nods, and leads the way– still firmly holding your hand.

~

“I’m sorry.”

You’re halfway through a bite of pizza when he speaks again. And maybe it’s a good thing your mouth is full, because it gives you time to think about what he might mean. Then you realize– he must be talking about the haunted house. In your rush to swallow and reassure him, you almost choke. He immediately leans over to hit your back, but you manage to get it all down, and you take a quick sip of your drink before you say, “There’s nothing to be sorry about. I told you– if you ever need to leave a place, then we leave. Simple as that.”

He squints like he doesn’t understand. “You needed to leave,” he says, like he’s explaining to you. “You were scared.”

You duck your head. “It was a haunted house,” you say. Mumble. “The makeup was really good, and so were the actors.” You can feel him staring at you still, so you admit, “I’ve never been to a haunted house before.”

Bucky blinks. “But you love Halloween,” he says, almost accusingly.

“I do!” you say. “I love Halloween, and scary movies, and scary things…because they’re scary.”

It’s your first time admitting that out loud. You’re not ashamed, necessarily, but the way Bucky looks at you makes you wonder if you should be. “You like being scared?” he says.

“Sort of.” You push at your crust. “I know it’s not dignified, and you guys are really brave, and maybe you’ll think less of me, but–”

“It’s not that, and no I won’t, it’s just…” He rests his head in his hand and watches you. “I never knew that. That the stuff you like actually scares you.”

“It’s a safe kind of scared. Like roller coasters– scary, but I know I’ll be okay in the end.” You match his gaze. “But yeah, not exactly something to brag about, and I know you don’t like horror movies.”

“Yeah.” He ducks his head. “But I wanted to spend some time with you, and when I was asking for things you might like, it made sense that–” His head snaps up. “Wait, so you didn’t want to–”

“Stop.” You gently rap your knuckles on his forehead. He cracks a smile, ridiculous as the motion is to him, and you smile too. “I don’t really like people seeing me scared, so I don’t do anything that might make me jumpy in public,” you say. “I’m glad I got to try it though. It was kind of fun.”

“And I made you leave,” he huffs, the smile fading.

“I think it was sweet, that you were keeping an eye on me,” you say. “Though I was probably denting your arm by how hard I was squeezing.”

“I didn’t mind,” he mutters.

It’s your turn to blink. “…Really?” you ask. You like to think that maybe things have been a little flirty from time to time. Natasha certainly thinks so, and acts long-suffering about it, but you’ve never had anything concrete. Now, though, Bucky looks a little shy, and then he…nods.

“Well…” You creep your hand forward on the table, and when he takes it, you dare to hope this is different. “I have plenty of Halloween movies that aren’t horror. Ones that are just fun.”

“Yeah?” He runs his thumb over the back of your hand. “Can I have you on my other arm?”

Your mouth curls into a smile. “You sure you want me clinging?”

He stands, and crooks his arm in your direction. “I can take it,” he says.

You stand, and slip your arm into his. You won’t pick anything that would upset Bucky, but it wouldn’t hurt to find something with at least one good jumpscare. Just for fun.

[grimreaperschild]

happy birthday

pairings: ooc! soft Wednesday x fem reader

summary: birthdays have never been your thing often sneaking away from your own party to think

warnings: use of drugs, mention of abusive households, angst?, comfort

a/n: got a bit carried away kinda like this one tho :) hope you enjoy ❤️

The “surprise” party had been in full swing for about an hour now and it seemed that everyone but you was enjoying themselves, enid and ajax had jumped in the pool wednesday had disappeared to god knows where, and then there was your parents mingling with there friends they’d invited, pushing myself off the living room wall i trudge to my room.

as i lay out everything in my tray i hear a soft knock on my door “come in it’s unlocked” i yell to be heard over the loud music outside, wednesday steps into my room closing the door behind her with a click “i’ve been looking for you” i roll my eyes at her signature glare “well you found me” she hums and steps closer “you know you really shouldn’t smoke that stuff it’s bad for you” pausing as i bring the joint up to my lips to wet the paper “you gonna lecture me addams or are you gonna keep the birthday girl company” not waiting for a response i stand and make my way to the front door both of us slipping out unnoticed.

the walk through the forest was completed in comfortable silence and i reach my destination in record time as i sit on the grass wednesday settles in next to me “beautiful isnt it” i ask looking at the view of field after felid sprawled out below us “found it after me and dad had an argument when i was 10 been my smoke spot since i hit 14” i bring the joint to my lips and light it enjoying the feeling of smoke hitting my lungs “what about you got any cool spots near home i don’t know about” she thinks for a second and the ghost of a smile crosses her face “there’s an old secluded graveyard a short hike from my house not even my mother knows about it i go there when i don’t want to be bothered reading by pugsley” she bumps shoulders with me and i turn my head “thank you, you know for coming im usually alone on my birthday it’s nice to have you here” she reaches up to caress my cheek “you’ll never be alone mi amor, but didn’t we just sneak away from a party thrown in your name” she quirks an eyebrow at me and i chew on my bottom lip thinking about how to explain it all.

i take a breath and it all comes flowing out “and out of everyone there not once person has noticed, not today or any of the other years i’ve left, those parties aren’t for me weds god even my cake says 16 and i turn 18 this year” i run my hands through my (h/c) hair and let out another exasperated sigh “it’s always been rocky with my parents, they always expect more from me and then i ended up at nevermore and it was like a new beginning yeah they would send me letters telling me how upset with my grades they are but atleast i wasn’t going to bed bleeding anymore” i drop my head onto her shoulder not wanting to continue in fear of crying.

wednesday reaches into her pocket and brings out a little necklace with a “W” on it “i know your not one for big gifts or anything but i wanted to show you how much i care” i try to say something and she cuts me off with her lips on mine i sigh into the softness and pull her closer by her jacket “i meant what i said (y/n) your never going to be alone again not now i’ve got you and this just means you’ll take a part of me wherever you go” resting my forehead against hers i smile “thank you weds honestly this has been the best birthday in a while” she pulls away and stands holding her hand out “dance with me pretty girl”

i oblige throwing the butt of my joint in the grass as i stand it hits me and i stumble slightly into wednesdays waiting arms giggling she puts the necklace around my neck and attempts to spin me but being much shorter than me it fails causing more giggling “who would have thought you couldn’t spin someone nes” a blush creeps up her neck and she grumbles out “not my fault your a giant” i giggle at the statement “it’s getting late we should make our way back” she nods reluctantly knowing neither of us want to leave the bubble we created, the walk back was filled with mindless chatter reaching the back gate she turns to me “you seriously think there are pots of gold at the bottom of a rainbow” her eyebrows raised in amusement “personally i think it’s weird as shit that you DONT believe that addams, honestly your supposed to be the smart one” i smile reaching over her to unlatch the gate “ready to go back in?” she looks up and places a kiss to my jaw “i feel like i should be asking you that question but yeah i’m ready” i smile and push the gate open and am met with the screams of people in the pool “oh and for the record i still think your weird as shit” wednesday looks at me as a smile graces her face “the feeling is incredibly mutual amour”

[baynetta]

i love running to you whenever i had concept ideas because i feel like i wouldn’t be good enough to write them, i hope you don’t mind!

but omg, im listening to exhale by sabrina carpenter and i just got an idea—what if spider!yn just like…reaches a breaking point? like between the super hero life, her family life, and college life…she’s just super exhausted with everything, yk? i highly recommend listening to the song, it’s amazing <3

and miguel is dealing with a whole bunch of shit with his own life and matters so he doesn’t really see how exhausted and how bad she’s hurting inside until she shows up to hq the next day super exhausted. he’s giving her the rundown on the next mission and she’s trying her best to listen, but she ends up passing out due to lack of sleep and severe stress and he starts FREAKING OUT. like it genuinely breaks his heart seeing her like that.

exhale (mini fic)

there’s somedays you’ll ask yourself what you even bother to show up. what you even doing what you’re doing if it’s always causing you so much pain and distress, i mean you suppose to love these things right?… waking up at 5 am having to indure the loud horns and noisy neighbors, the feeling of the heavy cold smog making hard to catch a breath in such crowded streets that only nyc can offer, find a way to fit in such packed wagons. all this effort just to get to uni and being forced to face the hard but honest truth, that maybe you’re just not good enough. not good enough even for your family, it’s been countless times that you’ve been showing up late for dinner, all bruised up, evading your mom every time she touched the subject of you wanting to drop out, your late night scapes, how you became just so apart from everybody. what’s more difficult is how you stopped taking care of yourself, completely dissociating for days asking you how or when your life got to this point. you constantly are wishing to make yourself feel something, pulled you out from this stoic state. just the right moment when you feel comfortable enough to take off this weight that you been carry on for months. the truth it’s that you love saving people, be the hero that every person can feel protected by, but who’s taking care of you.

for miguel it hasn’t be easy either. when he decided to isolate himself planing the next mission, he started to miss again that warm-cozy feeling to have a company when he most needs it. it i’ll often think about what you said to him, about your family pissing you off lately. he couldn’t even listen to the rest of it, he just kept thinking of how much he’ll give to even have one. he took it as kick directly in the guts, something that just got incrustaded in his mind. he felt how the memories started to attack again, but this time he couldn’t make it stop, make them go away. he usually will find ways to distract himself, making the best out of his slightly nerdy hobbies, keep repairing the avarite sistem, train with the spider team, your smile, god.. when was the last time he ever saw it. you two had became so apart from each other the last couple of months that he barely has sees you without the mask, if he’s not giving you structions, he’s asking you to pay more attention, to be better. he wished he didn’t throw those dagger words at you, but you almost got killed and if that ever happened that’s on him..and only him. he just can’t.allow that.

as miguel gather the team to try give them a rundown of the next mission you could see just by the way he was standing, he’s simply not in the mood. and you were late as per usual. as you make your way into the room you try so hard to pass unnoticed by him, but even if you were wearing a sack of potatoes as a suit, you’ll never be overlooked by him, he just can’t help himself, always looking out for you, he’ll always find himself staring at you intensively. but do to the lack of sleep, and dehydration (srsly when was the last time you drink a glass of water?) impairing your muscle coordination making you stumble around, making noise, not paying attention. “oye! if you’re not going to pay attention at least you can’t stop distracting everybody”–. he barked. and you knew it was directed at you. it surprised both of you honestly. he really didn’t meant to do it, but as i said the man was stressing out lately. he usually will set you aside from the group, and reprehend you personally. but not today. and miguel could feel the instant regret kickin in as he sees the annoyed looks from everybody, feeling his heart sink deep in his chest as he sees you getting all flustered, distinguishing some harsh words being throwed across the room “agh, again?” “why she even here”. you noticed obviously, it was no strange feeling being a burden everywhere else but now here.. it was just too much, the pressure in your head starting to bump, feeling drizzled, how slowly your cheeks start to burn tangling your whole face, your legs start to numb, you took your mask off trying hard to reach for air, you were suffocating as you try to make your way out of there.

miguel notice it and it felt like his body went on autopilot, he wasn’t thinking anymore, he got to get to you. he calls out your name several times, but it felt like echoing in the back or your head as you start loosing conscience of your own steps, so you trip and inmidiatly got cought by a fellow spider partner from the hq, you try to mumble some words but you can’t even get to a full sentence. the last thing you distinguish is an “are you okay?” and all pitch black.—to nothing. miguel for the other hand was panicking, he’s face was full on horror, as he’s making his way in the circle of people that gathered around your passed out body. he just throw them around —“EVERYBODY GET THE FUCK OUT!”—. he yelps tragically, everyone inmidiatly started to back out, they simply don’t want to deal with him in that state (yeah he’s scary protective) as he gets to you, he inmidiatly drops on his knees, he’s in shock how could this happen, how could he allow this to happen. he took you delicated frame by his hands, one caressing your back, and the other supporting your head. he looks around in desbilief, he wanted to hunt down every single one of those crows eyes staring you down, not doing anything. fuck it made him go violent. “i said..everybody..out..out”—.

it was quiet but sharp, it’s visible how his fangs started to peak out and his eyes are mixed rage but an inscrutable pain, the man was not playing anymore. as the room left empty and your pulse started to stabilize thanks to the aracnid sense, preventing your body to go on an physical trauma. you sense how little strings of hair peaked at your noise, making it tingle, as you’re eyes adjust at the sudden light assaulting your sensitive vision. as you breathe in you feel a light-weight on your chest that moves with you as your exhale the lodge air off your lungs. you peek down and see miguel’s head resting on it. “hey” you whisper. he looks up to you with his glossy puppy eyes, his thumbs now brushing your lips making a trace down to your chin. “i’m sorry mi morenita” god when was the last time he called you like that, “i was not there for you”—. he coos as he presses his front with yours. “i’m..i..missed this” that’s the only thing that you managed to say, and it was true, you missed his intimate contact, his gentle touch. but more importantly you missed feeling safe.

(pd: i hope is not too much i got inspired, and also this hits home particularly so it’s the first time a relate this much with a y/n 😭)

[bisexualchaosdemon]

What if Neil was trans and had a baby after Mary died?

I've seen a few atfg fics where Neil has a sibling or kid but all the ones I've read were heavily influenced by Mary's presence. It got me thinking about what it would be like if she wasn't around when the kid came into the picture. I wrote a little prologue, lemme know if it's something you guys might wanna read.

**trigger warning: mentions of SA, forced pregnancy, and traumatic childbirth**

Hope was a dangerous, disquieting thing

🩵🩷🤍🩷🩵Prologue🩵🩷🤍🩷🩵

When Neil was fourteen, his father caught up to them in Seattle and he got separated from Mary. Nathan went after Mary and a couple of his men went after Neil. While they were apart, Neil was raped for the first time and Mary was beaten for the last time. Somehow, they both escaped, managing to reunite at one of their emergency rendezvous and take off running.

That's where their luck ran out though because they only made it to California before Mary's injuries finally bested her. In the end, his mother couldn't go on but she made Neil promise to keep running because one of them had to make it. With no other choice, Neil burned her body, buried her ashes on the beach, and did what he had promised.

Then, impossibly, things went from bad to worse — After a month of just sort of drifting in his grief, Neil found out he was pregnant.

He had no way out this one, there was no backdoor to slip through or bus to catch. He couldn't risk someone contacting the police or social services when a fourteen-year-old turned up at a clinic to request an abortion without parental consent. And, even if they weren't incredibly dangerous, any illegal methods for a termination risked Nathan tracking him down. So, with no choice but to keep the pregnancy, he spent the next eight months jumping from place to place, trying to remain out of sight whenever possible. And he hated every minute of it.

He spent the entirety of his pregnancy terrified and alone, and he gave birth alone too. He hadn't been able to see any doctors or go to a hospital for obvious reasons. He tried his best to have a healthy pregnancy but the research he had managed to do on childbirth was extremely limited. He didn't even know what was happening really before he ended up giving birth in a back ally somewhere — fourteen years old and completely alone.

The baby hadn't cried at first and Neil had never been more terrified than he had been in those few seconds. That first cry brought a relief heavy enough to break him completely. His plan the whole time had been to give the baby up, just leave them at a fire station somewhere and pray they'd have a better life than he did. He thought about it a thousand times but every time he looked at his daughter's face, and he just couldn't do it. He couldn't give her up. He didn't want to be alone again.

So he picked himself up, skipped town with his daughter craddled close, and decided to do the one thing he had always wanted; He cut off all of his hair, taped down his chest and started telling people he was a boy. He had always felt like being a girl wasn't right for him but he never dared voice this while on the run with his mother. Without her controling everything though, he was free to do this one thing for himself, and he hoped it might even help him stay hidden. More importantly, it helped him reclaim part of himself he thought he lost after the rape and pregnancy.

The first few years, they moved around a lot because Neil was always worried someone would start to notice the teenager and baby without parents anywhere in sight. However, when his daughter was almost three, they ran a ground in Millport, a dying town where they could squat in an empty house unnoticed. Neil just needed a moment to breathe. So, he got an ID that said he was eighteen which let him go to high school and play Exy without anyone needing to speak to his parents. Then he forged the signatures of their fictional parents to get his daughter enrolled in preschool and after school childcare for the days he had practice. Finally, he got them phones for emergencies and pretended to be his mother any time someone called.

He became Neil and he gifted his daughter his middle name, Anastasia, and on paper they became the Josten siblings.

He knew they would need to pack up and leave soon enough, but he was exhausted and he just wanted Ana to have a semi-normal life for a year. He'd clear out after graduation and figure out where to go from there. But just as their time in Millport is running out, in walks David Wymack with an offer that's too dangerous to trust but too impossible to leave behind...

[buccini555]

≡ Headcanons of what it would be like to be in a relationship with Naoto (NSFW at the end)

⌕ H e a d c a n o s!

♡...𝑭𝒕. Naoto Tachibana

♡ Naoto really cares about special dates, he always gives you gifts on your birthdays or anniversaries, flowers, sweets or anything you want he buys for you.

♡ He has difficulty showing feelings, but despite this fact, Naoto tends to be extremely affectionate, sometimes he doesn't like romanticism very much, however he often makes an effort to be romantic with you.

♡ Naoto likes organization and having everything under control, despite worrying a lot about work, he always gives you attention all the time, being a little needy and tricky at times, he likes to have all your attention only for him.

♡ He does whatever he wants, of course, sometimes he complains a little, but he always ends up complying with his wishes.

♡ Naoto keeps you almost like a secret from other people, he prefers to keep you out of trouble, you really are important to him.

⚠︎!! smut, mention of sex in public, masturbation, domination, submission, blowjob, handjob, words (whore), pet names(baby) I think that's it?

♡ He always thinks about sex in public places, but he doesn't have the courage to tell you, many times when they are in places like this, he gets extremely excited with these thoughts, but hides it.

♡ Naoto seems shy and a little innocent, but he often masturbates thinking about you, he can't resist his body but he feels a lot of excitement in the way you ingratiate yourself to him, he likes it when you tease him, asking for more or just being naughty. "I know you're just a whore, I love this!"

♡ He likes to be dominated, many times Naoto is completely submissive to you, he likes it when you call him names or something, he likes to get slapped in the face, scratches and hickeys he gets really horny when you treat him bad.

♡ Slow and deep, he likes morning sex, he always wakes up extremely excited when he sleeps with you, Naoto can never hide how hard his dick is, the size and thickness of his dick does not let his desire to fuck go unnoticed, Naoto makes you moan really loud, but he doesn't like other people knowing they're having sex, so sometimes he covers your mouth. "I need to fuck b-baby, please! Let me fuck this pretty pussy"

♡ He is shy to ask you for sex so he just waits for you to ask for it, he gets extremely horny when you beg for his dick, Naoto loves when you give him a blowjob in the morning, or when you give him a handjob.

[zoeykallus]

Tech’s reaction to the fem!reader pointing up the finger and saying “ I suggest “ before tech opens his mouth every time.

😂 okay, let's go! Sorry for the naughty part, my mind went down strange roads again.

Tech x Fem!Reader - Quirks, Insolence And Weak Knees

Fluff/Annoyed Tech/Flustered Tech/Pre Relationship/Suggestive/Sexual Content/Fingering/18+

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You like traveling with the guys from Bad Batch, you always experience something new, it hardly ever gets boring. But you like one of them in particular, Tech. For fun, and maybe because you want his attention and to draw him out, you've picked up a few of his quirks.

Of course, that doesn't go unnoticed.

Hunter says, "We're running low on fuel-"

You push in front of Tech who is about to open his mouth, raise your finger as he usually does and say, "I suggest we fly to Tattooine, we should still have enough fuel for that. We can refuel there."

Tech, who has noticed several times now that you are imitating him, feels a certain frustration coming on, but doesn't quite know how to deal with it yet and remains silent. But you hear him behind you snorting in annoyance.

You turn to him with a smile, but he avoids your gaze and retreats. You do it again and again, beating him to it, your finger raised and copying his behavior. You hardly miss an opportunity. Tech is getting less and less comfortable with it, and yet he hasn't said a word until now.

When you're alone on the Marauder, and he asks you something, you raise your finger again, but his somber look makes you pause in mid-motion.

Tech says angrily, "Stop this insolence at once! I know why you're doing this, you're copying me to make fun of me, my…. Behaviors, my quirks. I really don't appreciate that! You of all people."

Gritting his teeth, he turns away and continues working, his movements jerky and his shoulders stiffening. You've never seen Tech angry before. But it's more than anger, there's something else, he's hurt, you realize. You really didn't mean for this to happen, not at all.

"Tech," you say softly.

"I don't want to communicate with you right now," he returns tersely, "I'd prefer it if you left me alone to work in peace."

"Please, I'm sorry. Hurting you was not my intention."

"You of all people," he mutters to himself again. A little more clearly, he asks, "Then what was your intention?"

He doesn't look at you though, keeps working.

"It was just fun, I do it now and then with people I like, there is no negative motive behind it. But tell me, what do you mean by 'me of all people'?"

You see him hunch his shoulders as if to retreat into his armor like a turtle.

"I don't think it matters anymore," he says softly.

You ask him gently, "Are you sure about that?"

You hear him sigh, then very slowly his shoulders sink again. Tech's movements become a little quieter, but he still doesn't turn around as he says, "I um, thought you liked me and I noticed I liked you too. Sometimes my knees go weak when you smile at me, in that one way. But then you started making fun of me and… well, that was awkward, to say the least."

You say softly with a smile, "I really like you, that's why I imitated you. I wanted your attention. In hindsight, I realize that was completely silly, and obviously it gave the wrong impression.

Tech cautiously glances over his shoulder.

"You really like me?"

You nod with a smile.

"Indeed."

With his index finger he adjusts his goggles, he looks at you relieved but also thoughtful, his amber eyes look so huge behind the lenses.

"How do we deal with this? What is our next course of action regarding this issue?"

Still smiling, you slowly raise your finger and say, "I suggest we drop everything for now, retire to one of the bunks, and cuddle and kiss."

Tech's ears turn red.

He clears his throat and says, "I um, like that suggestion."

His heart is up to his neck, just like yours. He lets you lead him to your bunk, watching you take off your shoes and climb in. He nervously tugs at his armor before doing the same. As you begin to take off the armor plates of his gear, he holds perfectly still, as if frozen in place.

"You seem nervous," you say softly.

"Maybe, a little," he admits.

"We're just going to cuddle and make out, I'm just going to take the armor off you, so it's more comfortable, I'm not going to undress you completely".

He clears his throat and says, "That sounds…. reasonable"

You realize how reserved and cautious Tech usually is when it comes to contact with other people, you suspect he won't or can't jump in fully right away, perhaps has no experience.

Finally, the last plate of armor has fallen and you snuggle together. Tech is very cautious, a little reserved, but also curious. When your lips touch, the kiss is very chaste at first. Very slowly, Tech feels his way forward. His heart is hammering so hard in his chest that you can feel it pressed so close to him, against yours.

He takes a breath now and then, as if he were about to drown. Tech is very excited, nervous and at the moment he can not hide it. As your tongue glides over his lower lip, he lets out a stuttering breath, heat rushes to his loins and his cock grows to full length under the fabric of his blacks.

He can't organize his thoughts properly, your body heat, your closeness, the touch of your lips and tongue, keeps throwing everything into confusion.

You lie on your sides, pressed close together, one of your legs hooks around his waist, and quite automatically his pelvis nestles between your thighs. Finally, his tongue feels its way to yours, each velvety collision a shower of signals flooding his body and yours. Automatically you move together, friction arises. By now you've long felt how hard he is through the thin fabric of your clothes.

The heat of the moment carries Tech away, a shiver runs through his body, the friction is too much stimulation, he clings his arms around you, almost like a drowning man to a piece of driftwood, as an orgasm overtakes him and he cums still almost fully clothed.

He breaks away from the kiss, almost startled, stammering an apology, but he's still clinging to you.

"That's okay, I'll take that as a compliment," you say softly.

He licks his lips nervously.

You ask him, "Do you want to maybe do something more?"

Tech hesitates before answering, "My body clearly wants more, but my mind says I'm not ready yet."

You smile and kiss his chin.

"That's perfectly fine"

After a moment of silence he asks, "But you haven't had an orgasm, have you?"

"Not yet," you say with a smirk.

Tech takes off one of his gloves and asks, "I may not be ready for deeper sexual contact yet, but would you allow me to touch you, to provide you some relief as well?"

"Meaning?"

"You know I gather information like a sponge, I read a lot, do a lot of research."

His gloveless hand, carefully opens your pants.

"May I?" he asks again, "I'm curious if I'm capable of doing this".

You say with a racing pulse, "Go ahead."

Just the thought of feeling his long, deft fingers so intimately makes your panties damp. He pulls your pants a bit off your hips to get better access, then his fingertips feel along the waistband of your panties. Each touch a small pulse that pulses impatiently between your thighs.

Slowly, tenderly, his fingers slip under the fabric and move further down toward your moist heat. Tech lets out a stuttering breath as his fingers touch your most intimate regions, sliding through your folds. It's so warm, velvety soft and wet.

"This wetness comes from sexual arousal, doesn't it?"

You moan softly, from his touch, before answering, "Yes, indeed."

The thought pleases him, that his closeness, his fingers can arouse you. He goes on a tender exploration, his fingertips finally finding what he is looking for, your clit. He first exerts gentle pressure, strokes you. His fingers move further down again, collecting some of your arousal, then he slides his moistened fingertips back to your pearl. He strokes gentle circles around and on the little bundle of nerve endings, slowly applying more pressure, watching in fascination as you squirm in arousal.

The intensity in your pussy increases, it tingles and pulsates, your pussy contracts, but there is nothing for your walls to cling to.

After a while he asks gently, "You seem to be having fun, but it's not enough, is it?"

You pull your panties down, automatically while his fingers continue to dance deftly on your clit, keeping you on the edge of your seat.

"I need something inside me"

"I-inside you?" he asks uncertainly.

Tech looks down at himself, he's already hard again, but still messed up from his own seed and not really ready to take that step yet.

"Okay," he says quietly, "let me try something."

He brings his other hand to his mouth and pulls off his second glove with his teeth, seeing that alone sends renewed pulses through your center making your pussy twitch. You love those wonderful fingers. He lets go of you briefly, gently pulling off your underpants and then your panties. His ears are red, a wet bulge in his crotch. He has never done something so naughty before. He likes it, but he doesn't feel quite up to it yet either, but he wants to give you pleasure. You can't help it that he is so easily overstimulated.

He opens your thighs in front of him with his hands, kneeling between them.

"Please tell me if I go too far or if anything makes you uncomfortable," Tech says urgently.

You promise, "If it does, I will say something".

He nods, looks down and sees your wet flower spread out in front of him. He bites his lower lip, finally the fingers of one hand search for your entrance, gently stroking through your wet folds again until he finds your dripping hole. Carefully he caresses the entrance with two fingertips, first at the edge, then he slowly penetrates further. At the same time, the fingers of his other hand resume their play with your clitoris, in gentle circular motions that slowly increase.

Tech increases the speed and pressure of the massage of your clitoris while at the same time he pushes his fingers deeper into your pussy and begins to pump gently. Satisfied, he sees your reaction, hears your sighs, your moans, sees your fingers digging into the sheet. He feels how your pussy clings to his fingers.

"Fascinating," he says softly.

In the next moment, the time has finally come, the intensity increases and this time you tip over the edge in delight into a glorious orgasm, with Tech's fingers on your clit and in your pussy.

You ask him to stop before he overstimulates you, and he gently withdraws his fingers from you. He is still kneeling in front of you, looking down at you contentedly with a small smile and says, "Those fingers you were making fun of are good for so many things, aren't they?"

You laugh softly and agree with him, "They sure are, Tech."

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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[wreckmetoji]

idfc

An ongoing fic in which you don't realize you have both Fushiguros at your feet.

↳ Megumi Fushiguro/Reader Part 14/15

Part 10 , Part 11 , Part 12 , Part 13

content warning. afab reader, profanity, smut, fluff, overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie, soft dom megumi that takes no shit has me in a chokehold

This is part 14 of a 15 part story

3.0k words

The grumble in your stomach spoke volumes for you at both the mention and smell of the food in front of you. Perhaps you could be swayed, just this once.  Dinner was delicious and much needed. Megumi expressed his concerns when you didn't eat everything, but he understood you were probably still having issues processing everything that would cause nausea. He was happy you at least ate something, and reasoned that you now had leftovers for breakfast or lunch tomorrow. And he was even happier he decided to order dessert as well, because everyone knows there's a second stomach for dessert. The sun had set over the horizon, leaving you to bask in the faint yellow glow of your living room side table lamp as you watched whatever cheesy overbudget blockbuster played on the TV. It captured your attention enough to know what was going on, but not enough to have you disregard the gentle strokes of Megumi's hand on your upper bicep. Your legs were bunched up, body leaning into his side, his cheek resting on his palm propped up by his elbow on the arm of your couch. This was the closest you've had to something pure and domestic since... as long as you can remember. The change of pace was nice, it was welcome, comforting, and although it didn't take your mind off of what could potentially be a huge problem, it offered some ease on your conscience. That was more than enough, you thought. Although your brief moment of passion and admiration had fizzled away as fast as it had come on, the static of his fingertips soothingly brushing against your skin made you crave something a little more from him. You didn't think he'd be so willing to reciprocate considering the situation, so you didn't bother saying anything. The shift of your legs, the subtle squeeze of your thighs, the blanket you had removed from your shoulders didn't go unnoticed by Megumi, his watchful eyes catching your gaze once or twice out of the corner of his eye. You mistook it for irritation, muttering a small apology whenever you moved around too much. What you didn't see was how he looked you up and down every time you move. Eventually he settled on moving his hand up, then down a bit lower, up again, then lower, eventually resting his grip on your clothed waist. He's being protective, he's keeping me close just in case, you thought, don't make this uncomfortable. Don't fuck this up. An over the top explosion on the TV gave you enough time to swallow the lump in your throat, hoping it was loud enough to cover what could only be considered an embarrassing attempt at tamping your feelings down. It must have not done the job, if his hand sliding down to your hip was a tell at all. "Are you uncomfortable?" Megumi spoke up, side eyeing you once again. You inhaled, choking on the yes, I want you so bad lodged in your throat. "N–No, I'm okay." You didn't further elaborate, cheeks burning hotter than the sun. All you could think about when he looked at you like that was how pretty he was hovering over you, sweat slick hair sticking to his forehead, his long eyelashes brushing against your cheeks as he consumed you in entirety. It sounded like he muttered something about you looking too warm, but the slide of his hand up your shirt to make direct contact with the soft skin at your waist completely fried your brain. You shook your head, just in case that's what he did say so you could cover your tracks. "Good," He affirmed, thumb stroking your bare skin. Your breathing quickened, eyes unfocused and glazed over, completely lost on whatever new developments were happening on the screen in front of you. The thought of maybe he's teasing me flew across your mind, and as if reading your thoughts his tender hand stroked higher, up your ribcage, across your chest, fingers caressing the underside of your breast– And moved back down to your hip. You were lightheaded, letting out the breath you were holding in an involuntary whine. Your hand came up to cup over your mouth, mortified, and unable to look up at whatever disappointed expression was awaiting you. Why did you have to be so fucking horny all the time, he was going to get up, he was going to leave. Except it never came. Sheepishly, you glanced up, seeing his eyes glued to the television, head still propped up in his hand. He didn't look particularly interested– but when did he ever look particularly interested in anything– his thumb stroking over your clothed hip in a lazy circular motion. How did he not notice that? You failed to realize that as sweet as Megumi Fushiguro was to you, he enjoyed turning around your game of cat and mouse that he had been tirelessly playing for the last however many years of his life. Just when you had managed to will your heart to calm down and not jump out of your throat, the tips of his fingers dipped below your lounge shorts, skimming along the hem. Your thighs squeezed again, rubbing together as brief as possible hoping to offer some form of relief. All it did was garner more attention. Wordlessly, Megumi slid his fingers out of your shorts, hand moving down, following the curve of your thigh. He was mere inches away from your desperate heat, fingers sliding between your thighs. The way you shifted them open for him definitely did not go unnoticed, resulting in him pulling his hand up to your lower tummy, tracing circles underneath your navel. "Please," You finally croaked, eyes screwed shut and ears burning. "Hm?" He replied half-heartedly, "What do you need?" That little shit knew exactly what he was doing. "Please touch me," You breathed, quick to correct yourself because you knew he'd give some smart-ass response, "Please touch m–my– oh." The smart-ass response never came, the trail of his fingers diving between your clothed legs, index and middle finger stroking a couple languid stripes up and down the crevice of your pussy, before circling your clit with agonizingly gentle pressure. Enough to get you worked up, but not enough to offer any relief. "Gumi," You whispered, throwing your head back against the couch in frustrated anguish, "Please, more." His hand dipped below the hem of your shorts, following the same pattern he traced down, up, down, sinking his fingers between your folds briefly before coming back up to your clit. "You're already so wet," Megumi breathed, shifting his weight so he was leaning into you, "Is this what you wanted?" The sound you made could only be described as air being punched out of your diaphragm, eyes sliding open to look up at him. His pretty half lidded eyes, his long pretty eyelashes, the pretty slope of his nose, and the pretty curve of his lips. He was drinking you in, enjoying how little he had to do to wrap you around his finger like you had so easily done to him. So engulfed in his fingers spinning rough circles around your clit, you didn't notice the hand cupping your jaw, leading you to his lips as the final nail in your coffin. He was slow, languid, taking his time in savoring your everything. Your eyes closed, room spinning as he licked into your mouth, your tongue matching his fervor. When his fingers left your clit, you whined into his mouth, but quickly found yourself being tugged into his waiting lap. Lithe, strong hands gripped your hips, sliding you back and forth a few times for good measure. The defined tent in his pants caught on your heat in the most mind meltingly delicious way, but the friction wasn't enough, you needed more. As if reading your mind, a firm slap to your ass had you jerking forwards onto your knees, his hands working quick to strip your shorts down as far as he could. "Up. Take them off," Megumi didn't often take an authoritative tone, but when he did he meant business. "Now." You trembled, knees shaking as you peeled your shorts down one leg, then removing them from the other. With no underwear in the way, you took your seat back on your throne, his increasingly desperate hands grasping your ass and guiding you back and forth on his clothed erection once more. He was laser focused, eyes trained on the growing wet patch on the front of his pants, eyes only flicking up when your hands slid up to his shoulders. You were mesmerized with him, the heave of his chest, the roll of his hips, and the way he lifted the hem of your shirt only to place it between your lips. "Hold it," Megumi demanded, giving you an approving nod when you took it between your teeth. It was only a moment, a second or two that he took to admire your body, before ducking his head, taking a pebbled bud between his lips and sucking, licking, nipping to his hearts content. Your head flung back, a cry falling from your lips at the upturn of his hips followed by the sudden onslaught of abuse to your chest. A quiet, muttered fuck tumbled from his lips, one hand moving from your hip to your eager soaking cunt. He parted you, middle finger delving into your dripping sex, earning another cry from your plush lips. He didn't wait, ring finger following suit, stroking up and down inside your tight throbbing walls. His free hand shot up, thumb and forefinger toying with your freshly wet nipple as his mouth worked the other. You were falling fast, completely overwhelmed with how urgent every single one of his actions were, with how fast everything had progressed. The sweet shy boy that loved and adored you turned his head, revealing a second more sinister face. It would be a lie to say you didn't enjoy both. A particular buck of your hips left you careening, teetering over the edge, the heel of his hand pressing up into your clit. "Gumi, please please– gonna cum, gonna–" Everything stopped. The wet smack of his lips pulling back from you, his hand promptly abandoning your aching mound. You whined pathetically, desperately, opening your eyes to look down at him with as much, if not more desperation. You didn't get a chance to make him feel bad before he was tossing you down onto the couch, hand reaching behind him to toss the gun on your coffee table, pushing his lounge pants down to his knees. "Don't act like a brat," Megumi huffed, hands pulling your ankles up to his shoulder, squeezing your legs together, "When have I ever not given you exactly what you wanted?" You gasped when his cock slid between your thighs, catching on the precipice of your throbbing core and bumping against your clit. "I–I– don't kn–know." "Never," He thrust down, fucking into your thighs as if to prove a point, "I've always given you everything you wanted. You'll get what you want, so shut up." "Mhn," You moaned intelligently. Hi gentle hands yet rough treatment had you reeling, your head below water and filled to the brim with fog. The catch of his cock head on your clit with every single thrust was easily bringing you back up to your impending orgasm he'd already denied you of. It was embarrassingly wet, the slide of his length against your pussy between your thighs, coating the inside of your thighs with a mix of your slick and his precum. It only added to your arousal, the audible slide back and forth between your thighs. You huffed, eyes rolling back as your orgasm built up once again. You pondered not telling him, but he was more perceptive than that. "Please Gumi, gonna cum... need it," You cried, eyes parting to look up at the intense look on his face, watching you like a hawk. "Cum for me baby." And you did. Just as the rope snapped, your edged orgasm ripping through you with tenfold intensity, Megumi parted your legs, shoving himself to the hilt in tandem. The motion ripped a scream from your throat, eyes rolling back so far you swore you could've snapped your optic nerve. Megumi grunted in response, rotating his hips once, twice, for good measure. "Fuck, you're tight," Megumi heaved a shuddered breath, obviously basking in your post orgasm convulsions, "So good for me." His praise shot straight down to your core, whimpering for him to please move, and getting exactly what you wanted. He pulled out to the tip, slamming back in with force, setting a slow but bruising pace. You didn't even register the incessant babbling and whimpering as your own voice, completely lost in the push and pull of his thick cock, the press of your thighs into your abdomen. Megumi adjusted his grip on your legs, hands pressing your thighs further into yourself, leaning over your body and hooking your calves over his shoulders. "Fuck, you feel so– fucking– good–" He slammed his hips harder, deeper, emphasizing his words by bullying his cock into you like a man on a mission. "S'good, feelsgood, Gumi," You babbled, opening your eyes when you felt his breath fanning your face. He was picturesque, skin dewy with exertion, brows furrowed in absolute focus, aquamarine eyes boring into you with utmost care and affection. "Kiss–" You didn't get to finish, his mouth finding yours with desperate fervor in a kiss that was more tongue and teeth than lips. Pulling, tugging, pushing, a thick line of spit dribbling past your kiss plumped lower lip and down your chin. Megumi locked your legs over his shoulders, pressing his weight down into you, one hand coming to press over your lower tummy where his cock was bruising you with force, his thumb coming down to rub your clit. You saw stars, legs seizing, hands scrambling to grab whatever surface was underneath you, blankets, couch cushion, pillows, it didn't matter. Your head flung back, a steady stream of pitchy whines, moans, and gonna cum again, 'm gonna cum again tumbling from your lips. "Gonna cum again for me?" Megumi gripped your cheeks I his hand, forcing you to look at him. "Is my baby gonna cum for me?" You nodded dumbly, not trusting any coherent words to leave your lips. He squeezed your cheeks, slowing his thrusts, slowing his abuse on your clit. Another shameless whine, earning a small shake of his hand grabbing your face. "I'll let you cum on one condition," His tone was low, intimidating, "You're mine." You nodded. "Say it." "'M yours," You cried out as desperately as you could, trying to arch your hips up to meet him halfway, "'m yours, promise, 'm all yours, please please please let me cum, cum inside me, make me yours–" That was all it took for him to fuck you into oblivion, all sense of self preservation thrown out the window. His thumb working over your clit worked twice as hard, hips snapping into you so hard you were sure your entire apartment complex knew you were getting absolutely fucked up. It was blinding, fireworks behind your eyes as you came, your entire body quaking at the intensity. You put a hand on his chest, 's too much, but all you could do was lay there and take his continued onslaught of abuse on your wrecked cunt. "Fuck– gonna fill you up, make you mine. Here you go baby," Megumi groaned, hips stuttering as he filled you to the brim with ropes upon ropes of white hot seed, before slowing to a complete stop. Heady lips found you once again, first your forehead, then your nose, then a long, slow press against your own lips, soaking in your beautiful post-sex afterglow. His arms were shaking, pulling back so he could unfold you from your position, wrapping your legs around his thin waist tenderly. Every movement, every adjust of your position, made you groan in protest. Lean arms scooped you up by your thighs, bodies still connected as he stood from the couch. "Let's get you cleaned up," He whispered into your hair, kicking his pants the rest of the way off before carrying you to the bathroom. You were cleaned up, much to your protest when Megumi crouched between your legs, peppering kisses up your inner thigh. Your cheeks heated up seeing his tongue poke out, licking a small stripe up the innermost part of your thigh, leaving the implication that he was far from done with you tonight. Part of you was hoping you would get a decent sleep, but he insisted that you need to forgive a parched man for drinking in all he can of a beautiful oasis. So you allowed it, allowed him to drink you in, give and take and push and pull until you could see the starting of the sun poking up above the horizon, until all you could do is lay in each other's embrace and wordlessly admire. If he looked tired, you must look absolutely wrecked, but the tired droop of his eyes always complimented his disheveled features. "Gumi?" You whispered, fighting to keep your eyes open. He reached up, cupping the side of your face, stroking up and down. "I love you," Megumi whispered, as if it were a secret for you and only you, something to hold close to your heart, "So much." You smiled, eyes sliding shut at his gentle caress, gentle words, a tired amused exhale forced from your lungs. "I love you too, Gumi. I'm yours, always." It didn't take long for you to doze off in his arms, pulled impossibly close after your confession. You missed the upturn of his lips, the caress of his knuckles against your cheek, the brush of his thumb against your lips, his eyes and hands mapping you out in your entirety, committing every single blemish and freckle and scar to memory. Megumi Fushiguro knew that if he were to die tomorrow, he could die a happy man knowing that the love of his life was finally and indefinitely in his arms.

[katsigian]

Kinda hurts a little when you've spent years creating a specific character in a specific universe for hardly anyone to see them, only for someone else to do the exact same concepts and get applauded for it. Did I just do it that badly or something

I remember when I first made all of my OCs supernatural in early 2022. I was one of the first people in [redacted] fandom who made it canon and talked openly about how my OC were vampires. And I got harassed for it endlessly. People were in my asks and dms telling me it was cringe and overpowered and lame, and that I was dumb to think anyone would care. Regardless of all of that, I kept them around and didn't stop talking about them. And then everyone else caught on and also made supernatural OCs because I helped to normalize it. Which isn't the problem, make as many supernatural OCs as you like, I'm not telling people to stop. That's not what bothers me (I have to add that disclaimer bc someone will undoubtedly try to get offended).

I think what upsets me is that it feels like I talk into a void sometimes and it sometimes feels like I don't have a place to share the things I'm proud of. I have an entire world that I made and this intertwined network of 10+ original characters and I just don't know where to talk about them or how to talk about them. I know we're "supposed to create for ourselves" and to "share it for good reasons", but it's really hard to put myself in that mindset. I don't do it for clout and I never will, I love my characters too much for that. Maybe I've just been doing a bad job of sharing anything about my world and characters, that is highly likely. I just can't help but remember the times I did share things and they went completely unnoticed

Just a little bit of acknowledgement would be nice. I think I'd be happy with that. Just a little bit of acknowledgement for the way I've had to fight to have my supernatural OCs exist in a cyberpunk setting in a hostile fandom. Just a little acknowledgement of the months of effort I put into my characters. And that would be all. Or maybe I'll learn how to just ignore everything and just keep doing as I have been. Putting my head and continuing on, savoring those small bits of genuine friendly interest when they come my way. That's good too

[yourmomsgranddad]

— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃

— CHAPTER THREE: Things are just different, ever since she cut her blue hair off

— SUMMARY: A dinner with Eleanor Bishop brings some secrets out.

— WARNINGS: a few curse words

— A/N: I was literally supposed to post this yesterday. My bad.

Kate didn't know what to do. She had just saw you making out with some guy right after you told her one, you were going to the bathroom, and two, she was your best kiss.

She didn't know where her brain was, but it was not a nice place.

"Kate, I know what you're thinking and I can explain." You stepped out of the closet and it was like this guy you were with, he wasn't even there anymore, you didn't care.

She just started violently shaking her head.

"That's your business, not mine. You don't have to explain anything."

Mostly because she definitely didn't want to know, it was going to make her body act up again, from the nervousness.

"Okay but can you promise not to tell my mom? She doesn't know yet."

And there it was, an opening. If she wanted you to go back to being the bestest friends, she would have to keep this secret for you and keep it well. But could she? Absolutely not. But she was going to try!

"Sure."

"Thanks Katie. I love you."

You kissed her cheek before disappearing with the field of people, blending in with them.

She didn't know what to think right now but she did know she had to go home, like pronto. She didn't even have time to tell her mom, she didn't want to see your face.

So she shot her mom a text and skated out of there.

She laid in her bed, going through everything that happened, making sure she was crazy.

You had told her that your kiss was the best you had ever had and then went and kissed some other guy. Did she dream that you said that? Was she just messing with herself by accident?

I mean, she knew she was crazy but not that crazy.

And to make matters worse, Kate's mom had texted her, basically telling her she was coming to your welcome back dinner.

It was still so soon for her to see you and she couldn't make up some excuse without telling her how she was feeling inside and she never wanted anybody to know about it. Ever.

So she was forced to go to the dinner whether she liked it or not.

Not.

Getting there early was proving to be a bad idea as she caught her mom in a frenzy. A blood-hungry one.

She was running around her kitchen, making sure everything was in order and if one thing was out of place, she was going to burst into flames. And Kate did not want to see that, at all.

She kept asking if she wanted some help but every time her mom roared at her, telling her she had it handled.

Sadly, Kate was not unfamiliar with this mood.

Every time you or your mom was coming over, her mom was worried for some reason. Like you guys were going to come in, hate it, and then leave.

It wasn't possible but somewhere in Eleanor's mind, it was more than a possibility, it was a gurantee.

And she was not about to go down without a fight.

So Kate just rode it out, at least until you got there.

Which wasn't long.

After about an hour of worrying, there was a knock at the door and along came you and your mom, looking completely unbothered.

And someone else?

She noticed a boy on your arm and not only that. He was absolutely not the boy from last night.

It was dark and she was most definitely avoiding his gaze, but not that gaze, that was a completely different gaze. And you had some explaining to do.

Minutes into the dinner and Kate's eyes hadn't left you once.

And they weren't the worried eyes she was expecting but more 'I know something and you're busted.' And it did not go unnoticed by you. You were in fact avoiding her eyes as most as possible.

"So Claire! I was wondering have you seen my mom's BATHROOM? She was thinking about getting it remodeled but I said no. Do you think it looks nice? I would ask Y/n but I know she's never seen it."

Your eyes were wide, Kate was not the best at being subtle, like ever.

"I don't think I've ever seen it either."

Kate didn't care how confused she just made both of your moms. All she cared about was that you caught it.

"You know!" She cut their conversation off, once again. "My mom will not get off of my back about cleaning out my CLOSET. It is so filthy in there."

"Alright! Kate, how about you help me find the bathroom? I really need to go."

"Well we definitely know you need help finding the bathroom."

"Ok! Let's go." You shot up from your seat, grabbing Kate's hand and pulling her out of the room.

"Hey guys, try not to KISS us! Oops I meant miss."

"Shut up!"

You continued pulling her until you were in a hallway, far away from any nosey parents. You dropped her hand and she immediately missed your touch.

You crossed your arms and began stamping your foot, like an angry mother. Again, something Kate was all too familiar with.

"You want to tell me where this sudden attitude is coming from?"

"Hey Y/n, quick query. Who's that guy?" She pretended to wonder, sending you off of your high horse. "What do you mean?"

"Yesterday, before I was traumatized, I remember seeing the guy you were making out with. And it might've been dark, but I saw what he looked like. That wasn't it. What gives?" She shrugged, awaiting your answer.

"Why do you care? It's none of your business."

"Oh come on. We might not be close right now. But I've been your best friend since you were in the fucking womb, I'm always gonna care." Your eyes went wide, you didn't expect her to talk like that.

"Watch your mouth! Our moms are in the room next to us."

"When have either one of us cared about cursing in front of our mothers?" You chuckled, her saying that dislodged a memory.

"Kate! Just go." She was teetering on the edge, trying to go out into the hallway. She wanted to get something to drink but she didn't want to venture your house alone. You didn't feel like getting up.

"Shit." You threw a pillow at her, making a very loud noise.

"Stop cursing. My mom is gonna wake up any minute."

"Pussy."

"Hey! I heard that."

Yeah, Kate got the biggest talking to you had ever seen. In fact, she tried the hardest to hide from your mother, she didn't want to talk.

She was grounded for a week.

(real situation, don't want to talk about it) (also, no it was not me who got in trouble)

"Fine, if you must know. The guy at the table? He's my fake boyfriend. My mom's making me date him to elevate my status. He doesn't even remember my name. He keeps calling everything else." You let out a laugh but Kate could tell, you didn't think it was funny.

You didn't want to be dating this guy and no matter how much you didn't like your mom, you were always trying to her make happy, at any cost. Even if you had to date some guy who didn't like you.

"If you don't like this guy, break up with him."

"Oh I would if I could. But you don't know my mom. Bad things could happen if I don't go through with this relationship."

Kate was confused, what did you mean she didn't know your mom? She's known your mom her entire life. But even if she wanted to ask about that, you two had to go back. You were gone too long.

So you both went back to the table, Kate being still just as confused.

As soon as you two sat back down, it seemed as though both of your moms were celebrating. Were they that excited that you sat back down?

"What's going on, Mom?" You wonder, going right back into your food.

"Eleanor has just let me know that you can start at Bishop Security as quick as possible. You got the job!"

You didn't seem as excited as your mom wanted you to be and Kate definitely was not feeling it.

Now that you were working for her mom, she was going to have to see you constantly. With your fake boyfriend and your real one.

Great.

[candylitaaa]

Yesterday i saw the new movie "Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse" and i loved it! so i wanted to draw a specie of AU where Zim becomes a specie of "Spider-Man"... Yeah, let me being happy-

[History resume, about his disguise and timelapse below]

His costume consists of a kind of bandana or red cloth with a design of white cobwebs (This highlights his lousy skills creating costumes like in the official series) and a suit/tunic/dress (Depends how you see it) red with blue and purple triangles ; in the center it has the irken logo. The rest of his costume is directly the same uniform that he always wears and used before, the only modification he had was the thick and large insoles on the boots. This is because Zim says that it makes him look taller (The irkens officially, both in the series/comic/movie, interpret that the taller he is, the stronger he is). He also wears completely white contact lenses to "further hide" his identity (something he never managed to begin with but surprisingly no one notices). Even so, reddish tones are slightly noticeable, partly showing the true color of his red eyes. Spider-Irk (Zim) can shoot webs from his hands/wrists to attack, defend, travel or anything else, but decides to use his Pak legs more than his webs.

History: Zim was planning how to get rid of Dib Membrane (his enemy) for once by modifying the DNA of a spider from an unknown planet using irken technology. And it was going quite well, seeing that there were good results in the genetics that were observed in that spider. However, Zim had given the order to Gir (His servant/S.I.R Unit) to keep an eye on the spider, which we all know has not gone as expected from his orders, causing the spider to escape because of Gir. While Zim complained about Gir's disobedience, he looked for the mutant spider, but to Zim's bad luck, that spider was able to go unnoticed and climb from Zim's legs to his back. When the spider got to his back it has bite too close to his Pak, causing it to cause a type of virus in which everything modified by it is transferred to Zim instead of Dib as originally planned. Zim killed the spider but too late, making Zim slowly discover that he has "spider powers". The first suspicion about something negative for him were the scars that formed on his back that had been formed by the bite of the alien spider. In fact, his suit has white lines drawn on the back representing those scars formed that spread the modified DNA. After confirming his theory that he had obtained certain powers, he told Gir and he, half an hour later, had made him a costume inspired by a certain Earth superhero. Zim didn't like it at all and didn't see the point, but he had inadvertently grown to like hiding his identity. Something curious is, one of the reasons for hiding his identity is because it reminds him of the murderers who hide so that no one knows who it was, and after it crossed his mind, Zim began to like the idea of ​​disguising himself. He use these powers for defeat villains only for want being the greatest villain in the Earth, but that makes him a hero without thinking he's a hero (He still thinking is a villain). Note: The costume he has on was not the one Gir made for him. Zim had thrown away that suit because he thought it was irrelevant to anything, but days later he created his suit himself (The one with the reference)

[The english isn't my main language and all of this info was translated using Google translator and my small skills in write in english, so if i wrote something wrong tell me and i go to fix it!]

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