#and just thinking about how i might handle it is incredibly intimidating

[personae-obscura]

((...I'm falling into the multimuse trap of wanting to add more muses but that amount of work would take time and I kind of don't have that rn))

[thinkinonsense]

FANTASIZE❦

old!logan howlett x fem!reader

*mdni

cw: cursing, nsfw, age gap (reader is twenty-five)

wc: 1k+

a/n: i have no idea where this came from. i was supposed to be working on something completely different but apparently, this needed to be written first instead. yes it is inspired by the unreleased ariana grande song.

⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰

Logan couldn't read minds. He never longed for the ability or power; he was better off not knowing what others had going on in their heads. He only wanted to peek into someone's mind when he caught your twinkling eyes lingering in his direction. Luckily, he could still read your mind even without the mutation because your fantasies were written all over your face.

It was obvious to anyone caught in the same room as you and Logan, that there was tension. You burned holes all over his body with your intense gaze. If Logan was in the mood to entertain your little crush, he could compliment you in a way that was sure to make you blush.

"Good form today, kid."

"Lookin' pretty today, sweetheart."

"Lemme fix that lipstick, dollface." That one left you with an ache in between your thighs as his thumb brushed your lower lip. "Can't have you walkin' around here a mess, now can we?"

Logan wasn't sure if he would ever make it to heaven but seeing your lip tremble with need was close enough for him.

If he saw you in a dress with a pair of mary-jane's, he would try to catch a glimpse of your underwear in the reflection of your shoes. It didn't always work but it made him feel young again.

No one was brave enough to address it due to him being twice your age. Despite being twenty-five years old and already having graduated from the school, it was still considered taboo to some. If anyone asked Logan about it, he would brush it off as a schoolgirl crush that you would eventually grow out of.

It was truly harmless he thought. You got the attention you craved and Logan got to see a pretty young woman squirm in her seat because of him. It never went further than flirtatious comments and lingering stares.

❦

Today might be the worst day of your life. You and Logan were being sent out together on a mission to find a mutant that lived two hours away. It wasn't the mission that worried you; it was being stuck in a tiny car with only Logan for one hundred and twenty minutes.

"Why aren't 'cha talkin', dollface?" Logan asked, almost teasingly.

For almost twenty minutes, he was aware of your eyes watching his hand hold the wheel. Logan was also incredibly aware of the effect it had on you. A little broken sigh escapes you when his hand clenches tighter around the leather, making his veins pop even more.

"Too busy fantasizing 'bout me?"

No matter how much you tried to find someone your age to be with, your heart always went back to Logan. He treated you differently than anyone you've ever met. Sure, sometimes he made you feel like a kid but he also knew you could handle your own. Logan wouldn't let anyone underestimate you; that kept you crawling back to him.

"Maybe I am." You shrug, fed up with his games.

"Oh, yeah?" He says, taking a deep inhale of your sent. "What's goin' on in that pretty head of yours, hm?"

You were used to Logan's overly confident personality that he tried to use to intimidate you; and make you stumble over your words. It wasn't gonna work this time. Logan wanted you just as much as you wanted him, but you needed him to admit it first.

"Us in the backseat of the car." You admit, biting the inside of your cheek nervous for his response.

"Really? And what are we doing back there?" He asked, cocking his head curiously as his eyes remained glued to the road.

"You're on top of me, makin' me feel good." Your words were coy but that was the point. Logan liked being the tease; having all the power.

"Keep talkin', dollface."

There it was. You had him right where you wanted him.

You pretended to think about it for a moment before shaking your head and telling him, "No, I shouldn't"

"Why not?"

"Because an old man like yourself can't keep up with me, right? At least that's what I heard you tell the Professor."

Logan couldn't believe you had heard their conversation earlier this week. The Professor was the only person who knew the truth of how Logan felt towards you. When Charles asked him what was stopping him from pursuing you, all Logan had to say was, "I'm too old for her; can't keep up with such a young thing like her".

Which was far from the truth.

"So obsessed with me that you're listenin' to my conversations now?" He growled, pulling the car over.

"Stop acting like you aren't obsessed with me too." You smile at him. "I know a few pairs of my underwear 'mysteriously' disappear from my hamper. I know that you can hear me through the walls late at night, panting your name."

With each sentence, you inch closer to him. Logan could only compare you to the snake in Eve's garden; encouraging him to give into his temptations.

"I also know that you want me." Your eyes were dark with desire, making his pants tighter. "So, if you can't get it up or claim that you don't want me then that's fine with-"

Logan fumed with irritation and lust. Not thinking twice before slamming your lips into yours. He tasted exactly like you imagine; tobacco and mint. You were addicted; no one could ever compare to him.

In a rush, his rough hands pulled you into his inviting lap before one cupped your jaw and his other made its way up your skirt, toying with your lacy underwear. He wasn't going to give it to you that easily.

"L-Logan, please," You moan against his mouth, trying to create some friction on his lap. "Need it."

God, he's waited a long time to hear that; to see you so desperate in his arms. When he pulled back to look at you, Logan couldn't be more pleased with the image in front of him. Your eyes shut tightly, face scrunched, trying to concentrate, and lips pouty with annoyance. Logan removes his hand under your skirt; causing the prettiest whine to escape you. He thought you might be what finally kills him.

"We aren't done, sweetheart." He groaned in your ear. "Get in the backseat because you are gonna tell me every single one of your fuckin' fantasies."

[chloe6994]

Hii :)

Can you do headcanons about Caitlyn being really protective over her gf!reader (or wife!reader) ?

yea I got it

protective caitlyn x reader

Here are some headcanons about Caitlyn being fiercely protective of her girlfriend or wife (reader):

Overprotective During Dangerous Situations: Caitlyn can be incredibly protective when it comes to any kind of danger. If you're in a risky situation—whether it's being in the middle of a fight, walking through an unsafe area, or even just encountering someone suspicious—Caitlyn is immediately on high alert. She'll subtly position herself between you and the threat, always ready to shield you from any harm. If someone tries to challenge or intimidate you, she'll step up, her tone calm but deadly, ready to make sure no one lays a finger on you.

Constant Checking in: Caitlyn doesn’t like to let you out of her sight for long, especially in unfamiliar or dangerous situations. She’ll often send you a quick message, or check in through the comms, asking how you’re doing or if you need anything. Even when she's away from you, you can expect a few "Are you okay?" or "Let me know when you’re home." She’s just ensuring you're safe, even if she doesn’t say it out loud.

Clinginess After Danger: After you’ve been in any dangerous situation, Caitlyn will cling to you more than usual. It’s her way of making sure you’re okay. She’ll wrap her arms around you, needing the reassurance that you're still here and safe. The once calm and collected Caitlyn will soften, and there’s a sense of vulnerability to her as she’s afraid of losing you, even if she doesn’t always show it.

Always Preparing for the Worst: Caitlyn, always the tactician, is prepared for any worst-case scenario when it comes to your safety. She’ll have your back covered with a small arsenal of weapons, even if they’re hidden. Whether it’s a hidden blade, a smoke grenade, or something more discreet, Caitlyn has a way of ensuring you’re never truly unprotected. She’ll also keep tabs on any person who might pose a threat to you, investigating them and their connections, just in case.

Extreme Loyalty: Caitlyn's loyalty to you is unwavering. If anyone insults you or threatens you, she’ll immediately stand up for you in a way that’s calm, but fierce. She knows how to handle herself in confrontational situations without resorting to violence, but she’s always ready to protect you—whether verbally or physically. If anyone tries to harm you emotionally or mentally, Caitlyn won’t hesitate to step in and shut them down with sharp words or a piercing glare.

Nurturing When You’re Hurt: Caitlyn is soft and gentle when you’re injured. Whether it's a minor scrape or a more serious wound, she’ll tend to your injuries with extreme care. It’s her way of taking care of you and showing how much she loves you. She’s very thorough when bandaging wounds, making sure every injury is properly treated and checking up on you for any signs of further distress or pain. If you're feeling overwhelmed or hurt, Caitlyn is the first one to offer comfort, whether it's cuddling on the couch, making your favorite meal, or just sitting silently beside you.

Defending Your Honor: Caitlyn won’t let anyone insult you, even in a playful or offhand way. If she hears anyone talk badly about you or make a comment that she deems disrespectful, she’ll step in and handle it without a second thought. She’s quick with a sharp remark to shut them down, or a threat that makes them think twice before crossing you again. If it's a serious situation, she might even take the conversation elsewhere, so they understand not to mess with you again.

Intense Protective Instincts in the Field: Caitlyn’s protective nature comes out in full force when you’re on missions together. If there’s even a hint that you're in danger, she’ll take point in the field. Her ability to assess a situation quickly is heightened when it comes to your safety, and she’ll make sure you're always covered. If a fight breaks out, she’ll make sure you’re never cornered and will always be there to pull you out if things get too dangerous.

Jealousy and the Need to Protect Your Heart: While Caitlyn doesn’t like to show jealousy, if she feels someone is trying to get too close to you or flirt with you in a way that makes you uncomfortable, she’ll step in immediately. Whether it’s giving a curt but polite warning or physically standing between you and the person, Caitlyn’s jealousy doesn’t come from insecurity—it’s simply that she wants to protect you from any harm, physical or emotional.

Constantly Checking You’re Okay After Stressful Days: After a particularly tough day or emotionally draining situation, Caitlyn will check in on you. If she senses you're not okay, she'll take you to your favorite place—a quiet café, your shared home, or anywhere where you both can unwind. She’ll make you tea, offer a soft shoulder to lean on, or simply stay with you while you process everything. Her way of showing her love is in these quiet, intimate moments where she focuses solely on making sure you feel safe and loved.

Handling Threats to Your Life with Calm Precision: If someone dares to directly threaten your life, Caitlyn won’t react with rage or aggression—instead, she’ll handle the situation with unnerving calm. She’ll take it all in stride, always keeping a cool head. But once the threat is neutralized, there’s no doubt that she’ll make sure you’re far away from danger and reassured that she’ll always be by your side.

The Ultimate Bodyguard: When you go out in public, Caitlyn’s always a few steps ahead of you. Whether it’s a fancy event or just walking through the city, she’s not only protective but always keeping an eye on the crowd. Her military training and instinct as an enforcer give her the ability to notice any small detail that might hint at danger. If she senses something off, she’ll immediately guide you to safety, making sure you don’t even notice the threat.

Caitlyn is truly the epitome of loyalty, kindness, and protection. She’ll always put your safety and well-being first, doing everything in her power to keep you out of harm’s way. Whether it's a quiet night in or a dangerous mission, Caitlyn will always make sure you know that you're her top priority.

[hwnglx]

this combo of sag and scorpio energy in him is crazy 😵‍💫

sunghoon's ideal type

based on tarot. i do not know these idols personally. energies are always changing. what i say is NOT straight fact. pls take it with a grain of salt!

shuffled song: stand still by sabrina claudio

physical traits

watery and striking eyes. (when their eyes just stand out, he thinks lighter colored or blue eyes are beautiful) classic and traditional beauty. conventionally attractive. powerful presence, turns everyone's heads. feminine and elegant. gorgeous and blinding smile. longer and flowy hair. taller height. water or fire risings! i keep seeing margot robbie or anne hathaway.

personality traits

the immediate vibe i got for sunghoon, is that he wants someone invested. and when i say invested, i mean fully. i've said this a lot at this point, but sunghoon has such a dynamic chart, which shows this clear difference in character according to who he's with. he can either be the most easygoing and laidback, or the most intense and passionate person in the room. just put his lover (or someone he deeply cherishes) next to him, and you'll literally see the gaze in his eyes change.

sunghoon wants someone who can handle his intense nature in love. someone who resembles it to a degree, because otherwise they might get overwhelmed or not understand it. he really needs his and his partners love language, and their values in relationships to correlate. he wants to feel like he shares the same passion as his lover, and not get the impression that he's the only one holding on so tightly, when his partner is just kinda meh about it all. he wants a deep and intimate connection, that goes beyond what anyone else could understand. he wants a person he can have a relationship with, that is separate from all the rest, and special and extraordinary in his life. he draws a clear line between the people he holds extra close to his heart, and his standard “friends”. there's this version of sunghoon only his lovers could tell you about.

he likes it when someone won't get intimidated by his intensity. who can hold their ground firmly, not falter under his gaze. he also likes someone who's just very affectionate and romantic. a person who won't be afraid or too shy to be direct in their display of love for him. he wants someone who knows how to love someone in a proper way, who's good at making him feel loved. i also keep hearing “mother of my children” this man is all about longterm commitment. he wants a family-oriented woman who'd be a good mother. responsible and reliable, but also soft and nurturing.

sunghoon loves the idea of a lengthy relationship. he likes sharing history and memories with his lover. i can see him liking the thought of growing old and maturing with his partner, going through various stages together. he wants his lover to be like an “인생 친구” which means lifelong friend. again, it'd give them this special ability to know each other in and out, have things or inside jokes only the two of them understand.

sunghoon also needs his lover to understand that, although he'll be incredibly zoned in on their relationship, he still has goals and achievements of his own, which he won't neglect for their connection. his job requires a lot of work and time, and the possibility of him not always being there 24/7 shouldn't be a problem for his partner. especially because, he truly wants them to trust him. he is not the type to cheat or look elsewhere if he's in a committed relationship. he wants his lover to understand that, and tolerate his personal ambitions. i can also see him liking the thought of his partner having their own ambitions. he enjoys the thought of both of them being goal-driven and hardworking, but once they come together, they can't see anything but each other. in comparison to some other people, sunghoon definitely likes his lovers to resemble him, rather than be entirely different. i can just see him and a gemini venus being extremely difficult. (funny because sunoo is one and yeah.. their relationship is rather complicated)

him as a boyfriend

+ he's a boyfriend who doesn't rush into anything. very slow burning energy. in the beginning stages, sunghoon will be very curious about you as a person. he prefers getting to know his lovers thoroughly first, really getting a grip on their character, understanding their desires and values before taking the next step. he wants to make sure you're on the same wavelength with him, and get this feeling you're the right one, before investing so much of himself into the relationship. he thinks deep and intimate connections between two people who effortlessly understand each other, require a lot of patience. you just have to know each other's every aspect, he'll definitely want to be the only one to know some secrets, you do not tell anyone else about.

he's an amazing listener. he'll enjoy sitting there listening to you talk about yourself for hours and not get tired of it. literally stare in to your soul while you keep rambling. only interrupt you to ask questions and deepen the conversation.

he's definitely a sucker for intimacy, especially in places where he, and no one would expect it. like whispering things in his ear in public could probably make this man melt. i also keep seeing him hold hands with his partner in public and literally squeeze the hell out of their hand, in this possessive manner. like he's telling you “you're mine and with me.” in a wordless manner. there'll be a lot of silent communication between you, you'll just get each other right away.

there's also a very considerate and calm energy to him, where he'll display this source of peace for you. this is something i've observed about scorpio placements, especially venus', they're very.. understanding towards overemotional people. they can handle people's emotional outbursts, and mostly don't get consumed by it. on the contrary, a lot of the times, they quietly allow you to get your emotions and frustrations out, validate your feelings and not make you feel overdramatic, and try to talk things out calmly with you. let's say sunghoon gets into a fight with his partner; if you start getting angry and throwing things and losing your mind, he's the type to just sigh and sit there and control his own emotions silently while listening to you. he'll probably give you a little time to calm down, and once he feels you're ready to be talked to again, he'll try and talk the matter out in a more rational manner. very emotionally mature and compassionate energy in him. (interesting since i remember in my collective enha ideal type reading, he seemed to struggle with this. he seems to have grown a lot)

- sunghoon can be very hot or cold. it's like once he's with you, everything's great and a fairytale and you feel amazing, but once he's away, it's easy to feel like he forgot about you. he's very busy, so it can be a common occurrence for him to forget replying to you, not talk to you for days, make you feel left alone, because his love can be quite addicting. it's easy to feel dependent on scorpio venus', because they literally make you feel like life without them would be awful. even if you confronted him about this, he could get discontent with you giving him such a hard time about something he can't help. sunghoon draws a clear line between his personal and professional life, which he wants his partners to respect.

i do not see him cheating or doing anything wild, he's extremely loyal. he will not look at any other woman if he's a taken man. however, sunghoon still wants freedom, he doesn't enjoy feeling like you suffocate him while he's working (like spamming him with calls and texts because he isn't answering while busy, that'd frustrate him) yet at the same time he got you to the point of naturally clinging to him. “you made me be like this!” is what i can imagine his partner accusing him of. it can just get draining to deal with someone, who has such contrasting values when it comes to love, and his own ego and career.

[deadbydangit]

Hii♡ I wanted to request a story with Doctor, Knight, Deathslinger, Oni, and Clown. Where the reader gets a rock thrown at them by another survivor, and it hits them in the head, making them pass out. Thank you in advance ☆

I believe I can do this. I'm going to simplify it a bit so it's a reader who got hurt. Since my limit is three I'm going to pick three of them. I hope you enjoy. Thank you.

When Their Reader S/O Gets Hurt

Deathslinger, Doctor, Knight

Deathslinger

Caleb loves you dearly.

And he'll tell you that everyday.

You're his greatest treasure.

And he wants you to know that you can rely on him.

But he also wants to make sure you aren't overly reliant on him.

Don't get him wrong! He'll always be there for you.

But he doesn't want you to become too dependent.

"What if somethin' were ta happen and I wasn't around darlin'?"

He wants to know that you're able to fend for yourself if need be.

So, if you fall and get hurt don't expect them to run up to you and coddle you.

Unless you're seriously injured, Caleb expects self-dependency from you.

You're an adult, you know how to take care of yourself.

He can't see himself with someone who's overly needy or overdramatic.

The table is completely turn if somebody is hurting you though.

If it's someone he thinks you can handle by yourself, he'll stand back but be on guard.

Heck, he'll be super proud if you knock that person out.

"He's all bark and no bite. Ya show em' darlin'"

Full on cheering you on from the sidelines.

If it's someone he knows for a fact you can't handle, he'll step in.

Caleb's a smart man, he knows you can't take on someone like Micheal or Kazan on your own.

He has his spear gun pointed in their face the moment they lay a hand on you.

"Ya think about this. Ya lay a hand on them and I'll shoot this here gun so far down your throat you won't know what hit ya."

"Now get."

He can be very intimidating when he wants to be.

And he wants to be intimidating for you. Because he would never want anything to happen to you.

Doctor

Herman can be detached from situations at times.

Very rarely is he out with you.

He spends the majority of his time in his lab or in trials.

He never considered the possibility of someone hurting you.

One, because he's too busy with his latest experiment or torture.

Two, because he sees you as such a nice and wholesome person that hurting you is out of the question.

Anyone who's willing to love him is either insane or an angel.

And he knows you're not insane. He's tested it.

So when you came to his lab all beat up, he was beyond shocked.

Like, at a loss for words shocked.

He's not crying, but it almost looks like he might.

He feels incredibly guilty and stupid for not being there for you.

And for thinking the beasts of the realm would be able to appreciate someone like you.

This will send him into an unbelievable spiral of rage.

Sparks will literally be radiating off of him because he is so angry.

He'll patch you up the best he can, then leave without another word.

Herman will be back in about an hour or so with said person who hurt you.

Well, at least with their head and maybe several other limbs.

He won't tell you what he did. Just assuming isn't pleasant.

He will give you the head as a get well soon gift, because he thinks that makes everything better.

He might be a genius but he has the emotional intelligence of a goldfish.

But you can't deny the gesture (albeit gruesome) is sweet.

And he'd only do it for you.

Knight

He's the complete opposite of the others.

He will be doting on you like royalty.

Because, to him, you are.

You're Tarhos' sweet prince/princess.

And you will be treated as such.

He frequently calls you my lord/lady.

It doesn't matter if you're actually royalty or not. He's intent on making you feel as if you were.

Did you fall and get hurt?

"Foolish prince/princess."

He laughing.

But he is concerned.

"Shall I carry you?"

Even if you say no, he's going to pick you up.

"What is a knight if he cannot protect his lord/lady?"

"Allow me."

It's almost smothering.

If you want to take care of things yourself, you'll really have to prime him for that.

He isn't used to not serving someone.

Someone laid a hand on you?

How dare they!

"They shall pay for their insolence."

He may seem cold and callous at times.

But he's extremely protective over what is his.

And you're his.

And no one dares mess with what is his.

"I shall avenge you. I shall not allow those heathens to dishonor you and your name."

If you tell him it's not worth it he'll dismiss your claims.

"Nonsense. Anyone who is foolish enough to lay a hand on you must be punished severely."

If you keep telling him no he'll stay.

But you best believe his men are on that person when your back is turned.

And that person will never mess with you again.

Tarhos will see to it.

[bearw-me]

Lute x really flexible/gymnast fem reader with toned abs and legs that she's a little insecure about?

ORRRRR

Idk if you watch helluva boss, but: Lute reacting to her gf snapping a neck/suffocating a demon with her thighs like Millie did to that agent?

Your choice!!! (You might be able to combine these, idk)

i do watch helluva boss! blitzo's probably my spirit animal lmao. So i decided to do both! ( your request also strikes a nerve that may or may not include milly + moxxie )

𝐋𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐆𝐲𝐦𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫!

𐐒 includes : lute x fem!reader 𐐒 cw : fluff, hurt/comfort, swearing, lute struggles to be soft, suggestive 𐐒 summary : Lute can tell somethings up with you, she just has to confront you 𐐒 word count : 757 𐐒 note : hcs i wrote at the start of this are included! loved working on this request it just took some time to get out p e r f e c t l y ~

The lieutenant picks a spot next to you on a cool cloud, her black wings folding in on themselves firmly.

"Hey," she starts.

"Hey," you repeat.

And the way she stares at you make you feel like she knows somethings wrong. That classic, sharp stare of hers. It makes you shrink a bit more into yourself, hiding parts of your skin from her as if they were wounded.

Lute looks ahead, mushing the cumulus under her hands as she stares ahead towards the training grounds. You had been watching her train. . . but only watching.

"So, you aren't going to train anymore? You know I-. . ." Lute catches her voice with a hiss. Its so incredibly hard and so awkward for her to get her words out.

WHY

You watch with a little smile as she rips two little chunks of clouds out. Gripping them tightly against her face in frustration.

If she were scolding her army, or telling Adam to watch his mouth, this would be so, easy! But. . . she was talking to you. Her girlfriend, and she knew something was wrong.

Getting there, to that honest softness inside her was- fucking hard!- but she had to try.

With a new found determination, she turned her whole body towards you, eyebrows hardened into a flat line.

"I love you," Lute sat forward, letting her warm hands rest on your legs, "and I want you to tell me what's bothering you. . . You know you can tell me anything. I can handle it." She offered a reassuring smile.

With a shaky sigh, you turned to face her, watching as the dark angel now took your hands in hers, rubbing little circles into your skin. It felt like a barbed wire was clutching at your throat, nerves clamping around your heart.

Maybe she'd think its stupid.

With a long, shaky breath, your lips parted in soft confession.

"I'm just not feeling that confident in. . . in how I look," your tone broke from the weight of the truth, head falling with shame.

Lute let her grip slip of your grasp, the pair of pale hands cupping your face instead, insisting that you looked up at her.

Your eyes popped open with surprise.

The way she was looking at you: her golden eyes held an unspeakable softness to them, edged with those dark lashes that made her intimidating. . .

She's only ever looked at you like that.

And now, there was a little patch of scarlet blooming across the bridge of her nose. The sexiest blush that made your heart speed up.

"So that's why you didn't want to train huh?" Lute tsked you, wiping tears from your eyes you didn't know you had with her thumbs. "You remember that sinner I saw you kill?"

It was your turn to blush this time. Vaguely remembering that guys neck you snapped with your legs. "Oh god," you mumble, trying to hide and squirm from her hands.

"Hey!" Lute laughs, pulling you closer into her lap.

God she's strong.

She lifted your legs over hers, motioning for you to put your arms over her shoulders whilst she nestled hers around your waist. The dark feathers of her wings expanding like a protective wall around her back to yours.

Honesty is a virtue, she reminds herself.

"Seeing you kill that sinner was- literally the sexiest thing I've ever witnessed."

"Lute!"

She laughs, giving your middle a firm squeeze "You're the sexiest thing in heaven, and there's not one thing about you body that I don't worship." This time, she sighs, glancing you shamelessly up and down.

"Gods, I'm horrible at this. . ." Lute lets her head plop into your shoulder, glancing up at you in order to gauge your reaction.

"I love you, and its for a lot of reasons," she mumbles, straightening up in your arms. So close you can feel her breath on your lips. "Just don't forget that."

Lute biting her lip until it bleeds

physical affection all the way with your body (she'd have trouble taking her hands off you when no one else is around)

And to put it simply, she may not tell you all the time that she adores your body, but she definitely shows it

supports you in anyway and always shows up to watch you during practice or competitions (on that note she'd be the one cheering the loudest for you)

she's super proud to be your girlfriend / call you hers

squish her head like a watermelon whattt

[brainrotbabe24]

Okay HELLOOO so i wanna request Thorins company with a reader who is very feminine and pretty and stuff, but simultaneously very bossy, assertive, dominant and likes telling people what to do and stuff?? If that makes sense lol

Have a good day/night!!!

HI!! This was such a fun one to write! I'm not sure if it answers the questions correctly, but I just got lost in the sauce with this one and went crazy, lol 💖😂

Balin: Balin admires your assertiveness. He finds it very fitting for you to be in command with your no-bullshit, bossy attitude. Balin would regularly turn to you for support, and he always trusted your honest opinions. He saw you as his advisor when he advises Thorin. Plus, your appearance only adds to your ability to persuade others…who could say no to those beautiful eyes. To him, you are a double threat—both in personality and looks—who can command respect and loyalty from anyone.

Dwalin: Dwalin is in love. The moment you started leading the group and demanding respect, he was captivated. Not to mention, your looks took his breath away. He loves a dominant, commanding presence who can lead a group, demand attention, and know their way around a weapon. *wink wink* Dwalin will always have your back, just as you have his. To him, you are an incredibly capable person.

Óin: Oin is glad you can handle yourself. The second you joined the group, he feared you might need constant protection, but you quickly proved him wrong. You instantly became an influential part of the group, guiding Thorin's decisions, earning the trust and respect of the group, and even outshining some of the most seasoned warriors. Your presence reassured Óin that you were vital to their mission.

Glóin: Link Oin, Gloin had doubts but was quickly shut up when he saw you fight. Your skills…your knowledge… your command. You dominated the battlefield, earning his respect. Even with blood splattered all over you, you were still gorgeous. Since then, Glóin has been ready to drop everything and listen to you, knowing you are someone worth following.

Bifur: Bifur is inspired by your assertive personality. You don't address the group broadly; instead, you call out each person, demand perfection, and engage in personal, intimate conversations. You look at each one of them as their own person. He likes that you take charge while ensuring everyone is seen and valued. You inspire him and make his heart soar whenever you call out his name with a wink.

Bofur: Bofur is lost in your beauty. He can barely focus on what you say when his mind drifts to how soft your lips look when bossing around the group. How your brow furrows when something isn't up to your standards. How you let your guard down just a little when someone compliments you. His mouth goes dry, and his knees are weak whenever he's near you, lost in admiration. Sadly, your commands are lost to him.

Bombur: Bombur is scared of you. You are one wickley, intimidating person. Your commanding presence and fiery attitude make him cautious not to cross your path. However, he can't help but steal glances, admiring how the sunlight dances on your skin.  Although he is scared, he starts to think he might have misunderstood you. Maybe there is more to you than a bossy attitude—he might even start looking up to you. 

Ori: Ori finds your personality and appearance to be a sick joke. How could someone some sweet, so tender, so feminine bark such harsh orders? He is caught between feeling like he must listen to you and listening to his brother, Dori, who seems to contradict everything you say. Ori is lost but knows that all he wants is to follow you, even if it means going against his brother's wishes.

Dori: Dori is confused and conflicted about you. He feels like he should dislike you and how you boss people around, especially his brothers. But at the same time, he can't help but admire you and how you can control situations, get his brothers to listen, and cooperate. It's a love-hate relationship for Dori, as he both resents and respects your ability to lead.

Nori: Nori grumbles whenever he hears your commanding voice directing the company. He hates being told what to do. He hates how your face will twist into a smirk when he jokes with you, and you already have a comeback set up.  He hates your soft smile, and he hates that he loves hearing you say his name. But he especially hates it when he finds himself obeying your commands without hesitation. Hate is a strong word for Nori…he just hates how you make him feel. Yet he could never fully hate you—not when you look like a perfect creation of Aulë, as beautiful as Yavanna herself.

Thorin: It's complicated. Thorin constantly feels like he is competing with you, as if you're planning to undermine him at any moment. He glares, snarls, and pushes past you, rejecting your demands. Yet, there is one thing he is a complete bumbling idiot about—your laugh. The way you laugh is dangerous. It's infectious, bold, and handsome, and it takes his breath away. Despite all the tension and jealousy, when you laugh, Thorin feels safe, and all his competitive instincts vanish.

Fíli: "Yes, mommy!" Fili is utterly devoted to you. Your commanding orders make his heart race, and your beauty leaves him blushing. He often finds himself staring, and when your eyes lock, he waits eagerly for your sass —he craves it. Fili would do anything for you. He would get on his knees for you, worship you, even die for you.

Kíli: Kili can be a bit of a brat when it comes to your authority. He laughs at the way you hold yourself, demanding respect and directing the group to do things. Pfft. He practically hates it, wanting to prove that he's your equal. But when you snap back at him and grab his shirt, he finds himself caving. "I'm not listening to you," he might say, but the moment you respond with, "I'll make you listen, Kíli," he's putty in your hands.

Bilbo: Biblo is a little ass. The first time he met you, he thought you were a perfect copy of Thorin. Both of you are beautiful, alluring yet domineering and controlling. He rolls his eyes at your bossy attitude. But over time, Bilbo starts to realize how utterly wrong he is. He sees you as protective, loving, and a material figure for the group. His initial distaste and sass fades, and he soon comes to see you as his rock. He needs that when all seems to go to hell during the journey. 

Gandalf: Gandalf trusts you completely. He knows that with you around, the group is in good hands, which is why he leaves so much in the movies. Your skills and wit speak for themselves. You're quick to take charge in high-intensity situations, yet your feminine side allows for more compassionate, loving care. Gandalf wouldn't have come to you for help on this important quest unless he trusted you to keep the dwarves in line.

[shizuturnspages]

okay, consider... yandere childe with a strong s/o. absolutely strong enough to snap him like a twig. i wanted to ask for hcs about what it'd be like bc i feel childe's one of the few who would actually be super into a strong s/o y'know???

Oh, you want Childe—a man who practically lives for the thrill of combat and danger—to fall for someone who could snap his neck like a toothpick? Say less.

Yandere Childe With A Strong S/o

Strength Is His Ultimate Turn-On

❥ The first time Childe saw you in action, it was like love at first bloodbath. Watching you handle yourself in a fight with such raw power left him completely smitten. He was practically swooning, though he’d never admit it outright.

❥ He views your strength as both a challenge and a blessing. He wants to test himself against you, to spar with you, to feel your raw power first-hand. But more than that, he’s obsessed with the idea of having someone so capable at his side.

Overprotective Despite Your Strength

❥ Rationally, Childe knows you don’t need his protection—you could probably take down an entire Fatui squad without breaking a sweat. But that doesn’t stop him from stepping in whenever he thinks you might be in danger.

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t keep an eye out for you? Besides, it’s not about whether you can handle it—it’s about whether I let you.”

His Obsession Is Fuelled by Insecurity

❥ As much as Childe admires your strength, it also makes him feel insecure. He’s used to being the strongest in the room, the one others fear or admire. With you, he’s suddenly faced with someone who doesn’t need him in the same way others do.

❥ This insecurity feeds his yandere tendencies, making him more possessive and controlling. He’s constantly trying to prove his worth to you, even if it means eliminating anyone he sees as a threat.

You’re His Weakness, and He Loves It

❥ Childe’s always been drawn to danger, and you’re no exception. The idea that you could destroy him with a single move only makes him love you more. He thrives on the thrill of being with someone who’s not just his equal but possibly his superior.

❥ “You could kill me if you wanted to, couldn’t you? Good thing you don’t. Or maybe you’re just waiting for the right moment, hmm?” He says it with a smirk, but there’s an undercurrent of genuine awe in his voice.

Unapologetically Possessive

❥ Childe’s yandere tendencies shine brightest when he feels like someone else is trying to get close to you. He’s not above “removing” the competition, whether it’s through intimidation, sabotage, or outright violence.

“You’re mine. It’s not up for debate. If anyone tries to take you from me, they’ll regret it—assuming they live long enough to.”

Constantly Testing Boundaries

❥ Childe loves pushing your buttons, whether it’s by teasing you relentlessly, challenging you to spar, or intentionally getting himself into trouble just to see how you’ll react.

❥ He’s always toeing the line between playful and dangerous, but he knows better than to push you too far. After all, he’s not looking to get himself actually broken—just enough to feel the thrill of your strength.

Scenario: A Fight Turned Love Confession

The battlefield was chaos—shouts, clashing weapons, and the unmistakable scent of blood hanging heavy in the air. You didn’t know how you’d ended up fighting side by side with Childe, but you had to admit, he was a force to be reckoned with.

“Not bad!” he called over his shoulder, slicing through an enemy with a practised ease that bordered on graceful. “But you’re gonna have to try harder if you want to keep up with me!”

You rolled your eyes, dispatching three opponents in quick succession. “I think I’m doing just fine, thanks.”

He laughed, a wild, reckless sound that sent a shiver down your spine. “Fine? Sweetheart, you’re incredible! It’s almost enough to make me fall for you.”

“Almost?” you shot back, raising an eyebrow as you wiped the blood from your blade.

“Fine,” he admitted, grinning. “You got me. I’m already head over heels.”

The fight ended as suddenly as it had begun, leaving the two of you standing amidst the carnage. Childe turned to you, his expression unusually serious. “You know,” he said, his voice softer now, “I wasn’t joking. I meant what I said back there.”

You frowned, confused. “About what?”

“About falling for you.” He stepped closer, his piercing blue eyes locking onto yours. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted—strong, fearless, and absolutely stunning. I’ve never met anyone like you.”

“Childe…”

“But it’s not just admiration,” he continued, his voice dropping to a low, almost dangerous whisper. “It’s more than that. I don’t just want to be near you—I want to be yours. Completely, utterly yours. And I want you to be mine, too.”

There was a possessive edge to his words that should have been unsettling, but instead, it sent a thrill through you. Maybe it was the adrenaline, or maybe it was the fact that Childe’s intensity was oddly compelling.

“What if I say no?” you asked, half-teasing, half-testing him.

His smile didn’t falter, but there was a glint in his eyes that made your pulse race. “Then I’ll just have to change your mind.”

It wasn’t a threat—it was a promise. And somehow, you knew that Childe would stop at nothing to keep it.

[mya-valentine]

Ahh!.. Thank you for noticing my request!.. And I hope you liked Seiko!

(Can I please do a part 2 where my big chungus girl is their S/O instead?)

Headcannon: Dabi and Tomura Shigaraki With a SUPER Tall S/O Part 2

A/N: Yeah, sure no problem. I kinda thought you wanted her as an S/O but I didn't want to be wrong. I hope this is more to your liking 🩷

Dabi

Dabi would absolutely lean into the height difference for constant, playful teasing. He’d always be saying things like, “Hey, giant, need me to get you a ladder to climb down here?” or “You must have a pretty good view from all the way up there, huh?” He’s the type who loves to provoke, but it’s never malicious—just his way of showing affection.

Despite the teasing, Dabi secretly finds it incredibly attractive. He loves that his S/O can literally look down on everyone and command a room just by standing in it. The height adds a certain power and intensity that he finds captivating. Though he won’t admit it openly, he likes the sense of protection they provide when they’re around.

Dabi, who generally acts cool and tough, has a surprisingly soft spot when it comes to his S/O. When they’re alone, he enjoys the contrast in size. He’ll lean into them, rest his head against their chest, and soak up the comfort they provide, especially when he’s stressed or tired. He likes that he can almost disappear against them, feeling a rare sense of safety.

When things get intense, Dabi would have no problem using his S/O’s height and size to his advantage. He might quip, “Go crush them for me, babe,” when they’re in the middle of a fight. He loves watching the shock on people’s faces when his giant S/O steps into the fray, towering over their enemies.

Though Dabi knows his tall S/O can handle themselves, he’s still fiercely protective. If anyone disrespects them or makes comments about their height in a way he doesn’t like, he’d get heated, ready to burn anyone who crosses the line. His usual nonchalance disappears when it comes to them, and he wouldn’t hesitate to defend his partner, physically or verbally.

Tomura Shigaraki

At first, Tomura would be slightly annoyed by the height difference. He already has issues with feeling out of control, so having a partner so much taller than him would throw him off. His ego might make him grumble things like, “Why do you have to be so tall?” But this would mostly stem from his own insecurities.

Over time, though, Tomura would start to appreciate the unique dynamic their height difference brings. He’d come to admire how his S/O’s height gives them a natural, intimidating presence. In fact, he’d see it as a powerful asset and begin to find comfort in knowing that his S/O is always there, towering over potential threats.

Tomura is already a possessive person by nature, but with a giant S/O, he’d get oddly proud of their size. When people stare, he’d glare right back at them, as if to say, “Yeah, that’s right. They’re mine.” He might not say it aloud, but he likes the idea of being the one who controls the attention his S/O gets.

Always thinking tactically, Tomura would often factor his S/O’s height into his plans. “You can block off escape routes, or take care of anyone who tries to challenge us head-on.” He’d be fascinated by how much easier it is to intimidate others with them by his side and would often rely on their size to make enemies think twice before crossing him.

While Tomura isn’t overly affectionate in public, he’d show his softer side behind closed doors. He might curl up next to them when he’s had a rough day, using their size as a sort of protective shield. He’d never admit it, but he finds comfort in their presence and how they make him feel small, in a way that allows him to let down his guard.

Tomura, deep down, is impressed by power in all its forms. His S/O’s height naturally comes with physical strength and presence, and though he’d never say it out loud, he respects them deeply for it. Watching them in battle, using their size to overpower enemies, would only reinforce his belief that he’s chosen the right partner—someone just as dangerous as he is.

Both Dabi and Tomura would ultimately come to embrace the unique dynamic their towering S/O brings. Dabi would lean into the humor and physical closeness, while Tomura would find comfort in their presence, despite his initial insecurities. Either way, they’d both love the strength, intimidation, and protection that comes with being in a relationship with someone so incredibly tall.

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Masterlist

[bengiyo]

Top 5 BL parent-child relationships?

I actually don't think we had a ton of parents this year, but some of them were good!

Gim and Gun in My School President

When I tell you I ugly cried when they were singing Let Me Tell You at Hot Wave and I thought that might be the last thing she ever saw of her son: was him being brave on stage and doing what he loved even as he worried about her. I'm literally tearing up right now just thinking about it. She showed up as soon as her son and his friends were in trouble and intimidated people into letting them go. The last lesson she tried to teach her son was to cherish the people who love you. I love her so much.

Photjanee and Tinn's Father in My School President

It takes a lot to recognize that you may have messed up with your kid, and even more to not interfere in their affairs when you're worried. She recognized that something she had done made her loving son not trust her with something important about himself, and she turned to her husband to figure that out. Then, when the crisis moment came and someone came for her son, she put herself right in front of the opposition and said "No, don't you ever touch my son ever again." She stood in the crowd and said, "Scream louder," for his first love. This dad always has his son's back, and will do the dad thing of nudging the stern mom to relent and let them have a little fun because he trusts his son.

Jim and Li Ming in Moonlight Chicken

The hardest part about being an uncle who becomes a father is it's not something you planned. In Jim's case, he also lost his partner. Despite his poverty and his grief, Jim still gave Li Ming all of his best qualities. Li Ming is kind and thoughtful. He is righteous and stubborn. He values community. Nowhere else in this genre have we ever seen a father and son expressed like them. They are one of the most important things Aof has ever given us, and it doesn't surprise me that this is what we got out of his original work.

Shiro and His Parents in What Did You Eat Yesterday? 2

When Shiro told his father that his friend borrowed the character from his name and so the child is named Goro like him. He went on to say that he always regretted that he couldn't give them grandkids, but feels like he's done right by them by passing on what he learned from them, you could see something finally click between all of them and give them peace. Shiro's parents have not handled his queerness gracefully, and I've loved the slow work between all of them to do better by each other. Coming out of the painful barrier they put between them and Kenji in the movie, I like how much of this season was Shiro's parents undoing that.

Ueda Koji in Our Dining Table

This man lost his wife and now caring for a very young son with the help of his depressed adult son. No matter the grief he's carrying, he's continued to maintain his profession and provide for his sons. When he sees a kind stranger reignite his own son, he does everything he can to support that relationship, including physically throwing his own son out of the house to go reconcile. He gave Yutaka the kindest advice I've ever seen about going into love with your heart open and your mind clear, knowing that you will probably lose that love at some point. Incredible father figure of the year.

Ask Me Top 5 BL 2023 Anything

Wow, congratulations, anon. You are the first person to make me cry as I answered all of these questions.

[lambilegs]

hi!! idk if your requests are still open, but i just had a thought about lee after the ending of the movie. i was thinking that she possibly would adopt a dog to feel safer at her cabin (since poor baby couldn't even have peace there when kobble walked in </3), but what's your opinion on my thought? maybe you have a specific dog race in mind as well? :3

lee with a dog headcanons 🐶

note to anon: hehe they are open!! (also to anyone wondering you can always check my pinned to see if they are mwah <3) and omg, yeah, I could definitely see her feeling incredibly on edge and haunted by everything that happens in the movie. so, to preface, this post is super long and very detailed LOLLL basically, my gf, who absolutely loves dog, and I got super invested in this idea and finding a good breed for lee and figuring out how her life would be w it, so yeah hehe (also these headcanons are super disorganized and messy just to warn 😭) thank you sm for such a sweet and interesting req, I loved writing it hehe

and credits to: my amazing gf, who helped so so soooo much with this!! he literally made an entire notion page with info on how to train a kangal, like, he was DEDICATED to this fic

header by: @fairytopea

okay so I feel like her main requirements for a dog would be: low-maintenance (due to her long hours at work), protective (one of her main reasons for getting one would be for her own sense of ease after one too many anxious nights deprived of sleep), relaxed personality-wise (she would one hundred percent not be able to handle an extremely energetic dog) and physically active (so she can jog w it)

I have consulted w a dog expert (aka my gf) about which dog would fit all these requirements, and his answer was a kangal, so let's go with that

when lee's first introduced to this dog at the shelter, she is... slightly terrified KDJDKDJ listen, she can barely handle a child, so seeing the first kangal, a huge, intimidating dog, is enough to have her blinking hard at the photograph, gulping LMAO

but, it is, however, the only dog that really fits all of her desires, so she's introduced to three of them, which really just consists of her standing awkwardly next to each. she doesn't know what qualifies for the "clicking" the staff keeps swearing by, and just watches each dog she's introduced to from a tentative distance, observing it carefully. the friendlier one moves to approach her, which leads to her stepping away, lips pursing in embarrassment when the staff member laughs

eventually, she's introduced to a rescue named jasper, who was recently given up. like the other two that came before him, his size is formidable and has her slightly shifting at first sight. but, he doesn't make any move to come closer. he keeps his distance, watching her just as carefully as she does him

after the guy standing by her whips his head, back and forth, between them, he says, "okay, this might be a match"

and that's how, after way more paperwork, screening and procedure than she anticipated, lee winds up up with a dog

totally underestimates how much of a commitment it is on her end. she's calling the trainer whose number was given to her nearly everyday, asking a string of confused questions as to how to handle this or that LMAOOOO

as selfish as it sounds, she had only really desired the dog for protection purposes -- she didn't expect that she'd actually need to put so much work into bonding w him DJSKDJSK

because jasper is already trained by his last owner, she essentially has to re-establish those already existing skills by going on walks with him and trying out commands in different places. in addition to this, she needs to play games with him. in all honestly, she's not really thrilled at the idea at first. sure, an animal might be easier to socialize with, but that doesn't make the task of it any less draining on her, someone who'd infinitely prefer to just keep to herself

ensue the next few weeks, where lee gets up an hour early every morning to walk with jasper through the mass of trees surrounding her forest. in her pocket, she carries treats, and a note scrawled with directions she had written during her phone call, with things such as: for "look at me" command, hold treat in front of face, then try different places, then different situations, then do it holding finger between eyes

she seriously wonders if this is what it's like to raise a kid LMFAOOOO. she feels a tad silly guiding jasper, never having been one who particularly enjoyed teaching -- when she has, it's been for intellectual reasons, rather than the position of power, so having nothing to teacher jasper but such basic commands is a bit out of her league. expect her to be extremely particular about everything, repeating the trainer's words in her mind as she helps jasper sit by moving her hand w the treat and marking on her calendar when she should start trying to slowly remove the treat from the equation and use the commands in different settings

and that's when the first bolt of something, tenderness, shoots through her. the first time she doesn't give jasper the treat, her stomach tightens in acute sadness at the sight of him expecting it. when he manages to successfully follow her directions, she tries to be a bit more enthusiastic in her "good boy" and head pat, which are usually done in her typical flat tone and light, barely there touches

combine this w boundary training, and she feels like a full time mom LMFAO

when she slowly stops actively training with him, sleeping in instead of spending the daily hour with him, she's surprised at just how... off her day feels without it

I think the first few weeks he spends guarding her house, she's wracked with anxiety for him. what if someone harms him? she knows kobble is gone, but apparently intensive therapy hasn't been enough. not only is she still afraid for herself, but now she feels accountable for anything that happens to the dog. with time, she's able to manage the anxiety better, forcing herself to stay in bed and do breathing exercises rather than repeatedly wander onto her porch and worriedly look for jasper's large form (yes it takes many days for her to not immediately jump at the side of his large form emerging from the trees)

it takes her a while to see their bond as anything beyond... professional (her coworkers laugh right at her face when she uses this phrasing LMAO). the walks, the playing catch, it's really just for the sake of getting him accustomed to her commands. aside from that, she doesn't really... interact w him unless it's necessary, like when she feeds him or when she pats him solely for the sake of helping him with commands

but, every now and then, she feels this care and worry for him. when the weather starts getting colder, it makes her uncomfortable to see him asleep on the cold, hard ground. she knows he's built for it, and probably barely senses it with how large he is. but, still...

cue two weeks later, she's waking early again to build jasper a dog house (yes I'm convinced lee is good w woodwork and yes I'm projecting)

when he first goes into it and curls up, she can't help but feel warm satisfaction roll through her, happy to know she contributed to his comfort the way he does for her

it all gets more heightened when one night, a car drives too close to her house, and the flashing lights and lingering driver has her breaths shortening, stomach seized so tightly with panic that she drops her gun to the floorboards of her porch, watching the lights slowly disappear into the trees with tear-filled eyes

she flinches when jasper gets close to her, her breathing still heavy and shaky, stomach curled with nausea. he keeps his space, watching her with levelled eyes. when the intentional breathing isn't enough to anchor her, she raises a trembling palm up, tears slipping out when he raises his head to it and nuzzles softly. feeling the softness of his head, the heavy presence of him next to her, helps her ground herself

seeing him be so in tune to her feelings, and so willing to help her, cracks the professionalism in her, and she finds herself vulnerable with him for the rest of the night, tossing on her winter jacket and smoking on the porch while he sits next to her on the steps. when her tears subside, she remains there for another hour. for months, she had feared coming out onto her porch at night, but now, it feels a bit easier

the next day, when she returns early from work, she watches him for a few seconds from her car, sound asleep in his doghouse. he's still intimidating, still larger than life, but something in her softens at the sight

lee starts spending several evenings a week w him, sitting out on her porch and looking through case files, listening to her walkman or just smoking (she finds out that smoking next to a dog is not good, so she now keeps jasper at a distance when she does)

it's nice. he's calm, levelled, a lot like her, so it doesn't feel overwhelming to be in his company. and it's just nice to have some company at all. she's always liked the solitary nature of her home, but since kobble, more and more moments have occurred where the isolation of her home feels like a threat. and jasper, in his own way, helps, a lot

and it turns out he can be pretty... fun company, honestly. the more she bonds with him, and the closer they get, she finds herself loosening up with him. it's been years, probably a decade, since she's actually played in the most literal sense of the word. with the obligation of training out of the way, and her own comfort having bloomed with him, it becomes easier to eventually forgo the embarrassment of running around the trees and playing frisbee with jasper.

she feels like a kid again, and she surprises herself one day by actually laughing when jasper misses catching a frisbee

and when she trips, he immediately runs to her, ducking down to check on her, and it's almost laughable how embarrassed she is to have tripped in front of a dog LMFAOOOO

weeks later, and the two of them are going on her morning jogs together, racing each other through the snowy trees, and at least for a few moments, lee can forget her troubles

she realizes just how attached she is when it's raining hard one night, and, pierced with sympathy, she calls him in and spends the evening with him sitting at her feet while she sits at her desk and does work

she also totally lets him sleep in her bed that night, and though his formidable size is really awkward to adjust to at first, she winds up spending the entire night immensely comforted by his presence, waking with her arm tossed over him while he watches her over

she leaps back at the sight of him LMFAO but trust me, in a matter of months, her and jasper have several little sleepovers hehe

[b0tster]

ever since coming out, i’ve had a very difficult time inserting myself into the lgbt community, specifically the trans community. i don’t know why; i’ve just never felt like i belong in any specific place, like i’m not good enough or look “proper” enough to take part. i’m not sure if that’s rooted in how isolated i was a kid and teenager just trying to to sort through this stuff. but i can’t be that way any more, and i guess in seeking to view myself as more “valid” i’ve gone through a lot of personal changes. and despite my internalized feelings towards myself from my childhood and parents and society at the time, i’ve come to love and accept myself for the project that i am.

i guess i just wanted to get that out since we’re all doing this.

to the anon, i just want to say: i was in a similar situation for years and years. i first started questioning myself when i was a child. it got worse as i got older. eventually i learned to just shove it down and ignore it. as i got older though, and grew more autonomous, and grew as a person, i realized that those feelings never went away. and from 19-25, i just kept crushing them down, but every time took more and more out of me.

i came out to my sister in tears at like 12:30am in the office of my workplace. her response? “yeah no that checks out for you.”

i’ve never been more relieved or angry, or laughed so hard, at a response, but that was the push over the edge i needed. and i don’t want you to think any of us are directly telling you that you are trans, you should transition, blah blah blah.

i have a lot of regrets about how i handled my transition. i wish i had access to more information in the 90s and 00s. i wish i had people like those that are all over this website, encouraging me to look inside myself to see what was going on. i wish i had had all of you incredible people to talk to. i spent the better part of 26 years denying who i was because i was afraid of what it might mean, and because i didn’t have any base of knowledge to understand any of my feelings. i felt alone and isolated, in that tiny ass rural town in virginia. it wasn’t until i got to college that i really saw people like me, and even then i was too intimidated, too afraid to approach or talk to them.

anon, my only real advice to you would just be to talk. find people to talk to. talk to yourself if you have to. if you think they’re steps you want to take? give them a shot. you can always stop if it doesn’t jive with you.

i started transitioning at 28. i lost my hrt a year and a half later. i just got it back a month ago, and now at 31, i’m back at square one.

my biggest regret will always be, that i didn’t give myself the chance to be myself sooner. don’t rob yourself of that chance, anon, by hiding your light under a bushel. we’ll all be around. talk to us. talk to everyone you can, and you’ll learn a little more about yourself each time. i just wish someone had told me that sooner.

love all of you guys. 💜. thank you for giving me a place to put this, botster, and thank you anon and botster for giving me an excuse to share my story.

Thank you so much for your kind words. I don't even know how to properly respond to this 🥺

I know its not fully directed at me though. But this shows how important it is to be out and proud for those who are willing.

Having a platform where people feel safe enough to ask these questions is so important.

[peachymilkandcream]

For The Glory Of Humanity|Part 3|Erwin x Reader

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, forced/arranged marriage, misogyny, domestic violence, yandere themes/behaviours, violence, Erwin being a (g)rape apologist, power imbalance, age difference, verbal/emotional abuse, murder, sexual coercion, blackmail, etc.

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She watched the ranks of Scouts march by in their parades of grandeur. Ever since the retaking of Wall Maria the people collectively started to care about those who kept humanity safe again. While she had always been a personal supporter, it was for a different reason than most.

Like most girls, she came to the parades to see none other than Captain Levi himself, the heart-throb of the Walls. The man who every girl wished would notice her and be granted the title of Mrs. Ackerman.

However, unlike most when the Captain married she didn't feel envious of the coveted position being filled. The two clearly belonged together, always seen riding together and generally being near. What she envied was marriage itself. She wanted to have that look that Captain Levi gave Lieutenant Evelyn given to her by someone. Levi was clearly a loyal and passionate man, she wanted someone just like that.

Most of the men her age who came about courting were terribly immature. She was old enough to take her place in society and the only way to do that was to find a good husband. This was her purpose as a woman. Unlike Mrs. Ackerman, she had been born into wealth, so her chances at climbing the social ladder were higher than the other woman's. And yet, she had managed to snag one of the most powerful men in Wall Sina. How did she do it?

She didn't hate Evelyn for what she had and had accomplished. Levi would have never given her a second look anyway. It was a celebrity crush, the type most young girls have and then grow out of. If anything, she wanted to be like Evelyn. She was a naïve girl who had seen little of the world and didn't know how to handle herself. And here was this woman would was confident and strong, able to know what she wanted and got it. Married to the perfect man with money beyond her wildest dreams.

She wanted that. And now that the Ackermans had risen to such a level of class, finally she might be in the same circles of the man and woman she admired so much. Maybe she would get lucky and get to have a happily ever after like them.

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Despite being in the same circles and on the same class level, she still felt nervous when it came to approaching the two heroes of humanity. They were dazzling and intimidating, untouchable to simple civilians like her.

Most called them Underground trash, but couldn't refute how high they had climbed and so quickly. To go from rags to riches in one generation was entirely unheard of. Clearly the Captain was incredible.

Incredible. Irreplaceable by this world's standards. How could she ever hope to find a husband even close to his level of perfection? It would be like finding a needle in a haystack. She would be doomed to either die an old maid or marry some weak and unfaithful fool.

"Look at him strutting around like that, thinking he's so high and mighty."

"He has aided in the fight against the Titans."

"Of course and I don't mean he's not a hero. But look at him. No breeding, just money made off of our tax dollars."

The conversation came from beside her, a group of lady friends that her mother frequently gossiped with.

"Agreed, but who honestly can hold a candle to him?"

"I'm telling you the Commander Erwin Smith. Now there is who we should be inviting into our circles. Just as much of a hero as Captain Levi, but with the breeding of a gentleman and a higher position. And besides, he practically taught that- boy-everything he knew. Brought him up into the position he is. That clearly shows his character."

Her head turned to where the one woman was gesturing. Taking in the Commander. She had never thought of it like that before. She wanted someone just like Levi, but why shoot so low? She had the family name, why not try and marry into the Smith family? They were well respected, his father being a teacher at a school for the elites, the Commander attending there himself. He was handsome, taller than the short Captain, and had much of the same personality, but less harsh.

But how to get him to notice her?

There was no beating around the bush. She had to be bold, something he would most likely respect. Or else she'd lose her chance to another girl. And hearing from friends that now that the dangerous Captain was off the market of eligible bachelors, all eyes were turning to his Commander. She had to make her move now.

Before she could talk herself out of it, she marched right up to the Commander and offered a curtsy.

"Commander Smith? I would just like to thank you for your service and for taking the time out of your busy and important schedule to attend a simple party that my parents are hosting."

He raises a brow. "Parents? You're Felix and Klara Blanke's daughter aren't you?"

"Yes sir."

She saw the wheels in his head turning. He knew now her social status, everyone knew it once she divulged her last name.

"Well Miss Blanke. If it takes fighting a war against the Titans is what it takes for us to meet it has been worth it."

She flushes. Most likely from this being the only real male attention she's ever received. "Do you know how to dance Commander? I haven't been asked all evening so I suppose I must be the forward one."

He offers her a small smile before setting down his glass. "A crime for no one to have asked a lovely creature like you. Allow me to do the honors then to save your reputation. Miss Blanke, would you like to accompany me for this dance?"

She smiles sweetly. "It would be my pleasure."

[reverieblondie]

Play Fighting

Pairing: Kaine Parker x gnSpider-person!Reader

Warnings: Reader gets nose broken but other than that its just some nice Kaine fluff!

Summary: Kaine is always starting fights with you...your about to figure out why...

A/N: So, waaay back in December I had someone ask if I would be writing more stuff for Kaine and the answer is yes. I love Kaine, and if you love Kaine or what to know more about him please check out the amazing artwork by @eughi They are seriously incredible and the soul reason of me finding my love for this man. They also drew my new profile picture and where so amazing to work with!

The pictures they made that inspired me~ Here and Here

Word count: 3,390

Okay…maybe Kaine is right…these meetings are pretty, well to put it in nicer words compared to his…boring. 

Miguel is lecturing everyone while on one of his many platforms placed around HQ, must be a spider thing to want to be perched up so high all the time. 

While Miguel talks, you notice how his words are starting to sound like a jumbled mess of mumbles. Trying your best to hang on to his words, but at the moment you don't even understand what he’s talking about anymore. Now your eyes grow heavy and your head bobs slowly; sleep is here to take its newest victim, you. And right now you think you might as well let it win, what's the worst that can happen? Just shut your eyes for a moment…a quick…small second…

Right as you're resting your eyes and feeling yourself drift, everything is calm, and your breathing becomes more relaxed. It's peaceful…

Until, a sudden push to your body almost makes you tumble over, forcing you to wake and catch yourself. Stumbling to the side your eyes are looking for where the nudge came from, then narrow at the source. Kaine Parker, of course, it was from Kaine your…friend? You guess that's what you should categorize him as considering nothing else seems to be fitting. 

Though you have to use the friend term loosely considering you two are always at each other's throats but you will still hang out on occasion. He’s your permanent pain in the ass, and you think he prefers it that way. 

Peter B had introduced the two of you when you were new to HQ, and the first impression he made was not exactly a pleasant one. When you had put your hand out to shake his hand, he huffed and pushed past you. After that, you thought you wouldn’t see him anymore but the two of you always seemed to keep running into each other, sometimes literally. For some reason you two just couldn’t seem to get away from each other, not that it made him any friendlier. 

Then when you two had to work together on a mission, you thought he hated you considering how he acted. Pushing you out of the way so he could fight, yelling curse words at you, giving you an attitude, and then the cherry on top after the mission was over he would ignore you. Finally, you had enough after a couple of missions and run-ins and you let him have a piece of your mind. 

You still remember how you laid into him, yelling at him about his foul disposition. Telling him how people should be nice when working on missions together, and finally saying you're not going to let him push you around, you can and will push right back. You're not scared of him like everyone else was. 

Once done, you expected him to fly off the handle at you or curse you or something, however, this was not what you were met with. What you were met with was a scowling Kaine, deep brown eyes tracing over you, taking you in, then with a tilt to his head he gave you the thing that made your eyes widen and heart race. The intimidating harshness of his eyes softened to a lidded stare as his lips curled into a sideways smirk, a smug mhmpf seemed to leave his chest before he turned away from you without a word. Since that day, Kaine and you have had an odd friendship. 

The two of you started going on more missions together, sparring together, and eating lunch together on occasion. Maybe he had taken your anger to heart and wanted to make up for it. Though, as the two of you slowly started to get to know each other better, there was something that you learned about Kaine, he loved to pick fights with you…

Kaine didn’t do it all the time but you did start to notice that he started to pick fights with you more and more. Pushing your buttons in only the way he could, then have you push his buttons right back. It drove you insane always having to endure these playfights, sometimes he would win sometimes you would win. In the end, you two always seemed to get back in good graces with each other. Though the play fights have been getting a bit more heated lately…and with this growing frustration in your chest when you're around him you're finding that your anger towards him is feeling different lately…

Like right now as you're finding your feet again you're feeling mad for being awoken so rudely but when you see his tall figure auburn hair cascading down loosely you feel something else and it's making your chest ache making you even more irritated, especially sense what happened last time. 

Kaine keeps his eyes forward and his strong arms folded, acting like he didn’t just nudge you awake. You stare daggers into him before rolling your eyes and going back to his side, eyes narrowed in irritation as you occasionally glance up at him taking in his sharp jawline and flawless hair. Seriously, what is he using in it?  

As your irritation builds so does your confusion, why the hell is he deciding to bother you now? Not able to come up with an answer to this question you decided to just get him back quickly, no way you're going to let him win this. When he pushes you back, he knows this so why test you? Folding your arms you stiffen your body and ram yourself discreetly into his side forcing him to step sideways. Kaine turns his head towards you furrowing his brow as you give him a look of ‘yeah, I did that, fight me.’ -You should have known he would take the invitation. 

Kaine turns so he's now staring you down, you're trying to just ignore his imposing figure, but your concentration is broken when he punches your shoulder; albeit pretty gently compared to when you two spare. The action seems to start drawing attention to the people around you two, but you don’t notice…no…this means war..,.

Turning to face him you clench your fist and punch him back in the shoulder with a bit more force than he did you but not enough for him to go flying, just enough to make him step back. Kaine looks at you dumbfounded for a second before he approaches you at a brisk pace, narrowing your eyes, you lift your arms and brace yourself. Perhaps You should have just let it go? Retaliation of violence is not always the best answer but you're just not going to take his shit, he knows that, and that's why he starts it..just like a perfect pain in the ass.  

A few moments later, cut to you and Kaine wrestling in the middle of the meeting hall with hundreds of eyes looking at you two in shock. The meeting has come to a halt. Some have tried to separate you two but when they tried they were met with threats from you and Kaine. You're both throwing punches, kicking, arguing, and pinning each other down in harsh grunts; till finally Peter B and Ben are pulling you two off each other before Miguel can make his way over. 

As you're being pulled away in haste by Ben away from the scene of the crime you turn and your eyes lock with Kaines as he is being walked in the opposite direction by Peter. Kaine's eyes meet your fuming ones then he gives you that smirk that has your heartbeat racing and fist tightening once more. 

“Uhg! Why does he always have to start stuff with me?”, you yell out to Ben as you deliver a barrage of punches to his forearms. 

“Maybe he was just playing around with you? Better than him trying to fight to hurt you…trust me…” 

You dodge the returning punches from Ben but are not quick enough to avoid the sudden leg sweep he delivers making you fall to the ground. Landing on your back with a slam, you just lay there limply for a minute still feeling sour. Sparring with Ben should be releasing some of your frustrations, but it seems to fail because your mind is still going back to you and Kaine's little stunt during the meeting that ended up with a grade-A ass chewing from Miguel. Now both of you are stuck on night duty for the next couple of weeks. Thanks a lot, Kaine… 

Ben holds his hand out to you, “Night duty isn’t so bad, I use the time to think about my past and practice some new moves like that one.” 

Grabbing his hand you stand back up and dust yourself off, “Well I am happy it works for you but I’m still irritated Kaine got me in trouble….and now I’m stuck with the worst duty…I had afternoons! I loved my afternoon shifts! Now I will have to deal with him tonight…one of us won’t make it out alive…” 

Ben laughs before nudging his head towards you, “You sure you want to fight with him again?” 

You look at him confused before turning around and seeing Kaine thrusting Peter B into the mat…from the noise Peter croaks out you bet it was painful, good thing man knows how to take a hit.

You and Kaine haven’t spoken, you were irritated and didn’t feel like trying to make niceties with Kaine again, you wanted him to get the message that his getting your shift changed wasn’t sitting right with you. though he would probably just tell you to get over it already. 

You continue to watch the mountain of a man moving quickly to avoid punches and delivering relentless punches back. Watching him was making you miss sparring with him a bit, he would always change it up on you to keep you on your toes and he would never pull a punch, it made you tougher and you appreciated it about him. Plus, there is the fact that the man did look pretty great dripping with sweat…though those found images need to be pushed down for the moment. 

Ben clears his throat, breaking you from your trance with an almost knowing grin, rolling your eyes, you get back into your stance. As you and Ben start up training again you find yourself getting distracted still. Your eyes keep wandering to the other matt a bit away where you watch Kaine fight. He’s tied his hair back at this point and is huffing as he continues to exert himself. Then for a moment you see him turn his head towards you, brown eyes locking onto yours, you feel your face heat up for a second before you move your attention back to your current opponent. 

Dodging Ben’s attacks your try to will yourself into not getting flustered by Kaine, you are mad at him…yes, you strangely miss him but he’s pissed you off and you're not talking to him till he makes up for what he did…or until you rant at him again, it’s just a matter of seeing what comes first…though you had a feeling what it would be. 

Continuing to half pay attention to your sparring partner you look back over at Kaine again, and that's when you feel your eyes widen and a bolt of electricity jolt through you. Kaines shirt was over his head, taking off his drenched shirt and throwing it down to the ground. His whole body was nothing but muscle and decorated with mouth-watering scars, he practically shined as the sweat rolled down his skin to his happy trail…your mouth went dry at the sight. 

The thought of the last sparring match with Kaine pops into your head as you keep glancing at him. It was a week before the meeting. Kaine had swept your legs forcing you to the ground in a hard crash. As the air had been knocked out of you Kaine was quick to get on top of you and pin your arms above your head. 

The feeling of his weight on you was…nice…then his intense brown eyes stared down at you as he huffed for air. Not many could tire him out during training but you had been working with him so long that you figured out how to challenge him in a fight. Judging from how the sweat glistened on his face and his brows furrowed down at you, you knew you had given him a workout. Then he did the thing you were not expecting, he started to lean down closer to your face. 

His heavy breaths fanning over your face made a rush of excitement go through you, you still remember how it smelt like cinnamon and was hot on your skin like a summer's breeze, If only he went lower on your neck, it would have made your body shake. Kaine's eyes were soft and lidded, and his lips were just a hair away, for a moment you thought he was going to kiss you, and you foolishly closed your eyes in anticipation. 

Then his weight was off you and you saw him walking away…leaving you to feel like an idiot….

Back to the present, you feel your chest prang for a moment with the embarrassment you felt. 

Then SMACK!

That pain in your chest was quickly changed to one on your face as Ben landed a hit right to your nose knocking you down. Dammit, even when he’s not here he's messing you with, causing you to get distracted now you're on the mat flat on your ass with a bloody nose. Thanks a lot, Kaine! 

Groaning you sit up holding your bloody nose tilting your head up but Ben quickly tilts it back down. 

“Just let it flow out. I am so sorry I hit you so hard, I didn’t expect to land the hit.” 

“It’s fine, I was distracted and it was a good hit.” 

You start to stand up but you feel yourself give out and you stumble back on your ass. Ben is quick to wrap his strong arms around your waist to help you up and walk to get ice for your nose and patch you up. As you two head towards the lounge your spidey senses go crazy then you suddenly feel two large hands on your shoulders turning you around. 

Staring down at you, Kaine's deep brown eyes take in your messed-up face. Quickly Kaine's eyes flick to Ben and he looks like he could kill him. Without a word, Kaine grabs your hand and pushes past Ben with you in tow.  

You turn your head around and see Peter B. go up to Ben with a smirk before he says something to make Ben burst out in laughter. You try to catch what he might have said but you can’t seem to hear anything past your heartbeat in your ears. Feeling his hand tightening on yours you bring your eyes to his broad back as he leads you to the nearest lounge room. 

Reaching the room Kaine swiftly lifts you onto the counter, and you watch as he quickly finds a rag wets it, and comes back to you still in all his shirtless glory. Wincing in anticipation you think he’s going to wipe the blood up harshly, but to your surprise the feeling of the damp rag to your skin is gentle…

Kaine’s eyes are back to those soft ones you saw above you, you quickly move your eyes. Damn Kaine, why does he make you feel this way? One minute he's a rude jerk, the next he's soft and gentle. It's making you confused…just what is he thinking, how does he feel…why does he have to be so confusing all the time? He's been tying your stomach in knots since you first met him! 

You feel like you have a fever as you try to keep your eyes off his exposed chest, but his proximity and his gentle touches are making it hard at the moment. Snapping you back to the present you feel fingers carefully cup your cheeks, causing you to bring your eyes back to his handsome face. The touch is so soft, he looks so soft…

“Deep breath…” he says in a whisper…

You can’t help how it almost sounds seductive causing you to lean in closer to him…

-Crack!-

“What the hell! That hurt!” you scream. Kaine just huffs as he removes his hands from where he just reset your nose. 

“Serves you right, you let Ben land a punch on you. You're better than that.” 

You open your mouth to say something back, but you just shut it again, you're still angry with him, and his shirtlessness. You know if you start arguing it’s only going to get a rouse out of him and you're not wanting to give him the satisfaction of pissing you off further. Raking your eyes over him one last time you move your head away folding your arms the universal sigh of ‘I’m still mad at you’ 

Kaine tries to meet your eyes but you are being amended not to look at him, despite deep down wanting to. Finally getting annoyed with you he grabs your chin to look at you dead on. 

“Don’t tell me you're still mad.” 

You stare daggers at him and he rolls his eyes, “What? It's not my fault you got your nose broken, you should have been paying attention. You should have asked me to spar with you, this wouldn't have happened.” 

And with that, your blood starts to boil causing the final snap. 

“My nose…my nose!” you swat his hand away from your chin but it only causes him to catch your wrist. You can’t care about that right now all you can think about is ranting. 

“I’m not mad about my nose! Well I mean it hurts…but that's besides the point! Of course, I wouldn’t ask you to spar with me you ass! You're always starting things with me, making me crazy! What is with that? You start fights all the time, and don’t get me started on when we were sparring last time! 

Kaine's eyes widen with the mention of it and you feel your chest pring with the realization that from the way he's looking at you…he's been thinking back on that as much as you have. You quickly try to stumble over it, continuing your rant. 

“I-I uh…and you got me stuck on night duty now! Stuck with you! I mean when you're not driving me crazy you're fine! But lately, you just start fights over nothing! Who knows what you're going to start when we are-” 

Then all your words are silenced, Kaine's lips, press to yours in a fierce hunger stealing all your words from you as he guides your lips against his. His large hands grab your hips and squeeze tightly making you groan into his mouth. Your hands instinctively go to his chest, his skin is hot and you swear you can feel his heart racing underneath your fingertips. You wonder if he can feel how your heart is racing at this moment… 

Almost as quickly as it started, it ended with him breaking away from you to look down at your confused face. He’s got that smirk, the same one he always wears when you're mad at him. The one that makes your heart race and all your thoughts evaporate into a haze. 

“Wha-why-huh?” You stammer out.

Kaine brings his hand to rub your cheek, “I couldn’t help it, you look good when you're all pissed off.” 

Your eyes widen at the confession and everything starts to make sense, the fighting…the confusing gestures. Right as you're getting it he pinches your cheek and then starts to walk off leaving you stunned. Then your senses come back to you.  

“Wait! You can’t just kiss me like that then leave!” You yell at him as you get off the counter fighting your now jelly-like legs to catch up to him. 

Of course, he starts something again and doesn't finish it. You will see him tonight however…maybe you can give him another piece of your mind….and get some more kisses...

[ladyyellow-thegremlin]

What the TMA fear you kin the most says about you

The Eye: you’re a whump fan, aren’t you? So am I, no judgement; we can take unreasonable and unbridled glee in the suffering of fictional characters together. You’ve been to the darkest corners of the internet, and for your curiosity, you have been killed internally. Oh, and you love fictional suffering but you act like a little bitch if you even get so much as a stuffed nose.

The Dark: you’re probably a fan of weird-core/kid-core, and you’re pretty spooky. Basic, but not in a bland way, in the way that you are the core, the beginning, the monster that lurks in the shadows of everyone’s mind. You probably also have a thing for cults but that’s optional. You’ve got a great imagination.

The Web: you’re either a manipulative bastard, have been manipulated in the past, or have been manipulated in the past and as a result decided to learn the game and become a manipulative bastard. You’re also a theater kid, and I mean that derogatorily. If not literally, you still are in spirit. Sorry. You might also be a Melanie Martinez fan but that one’s optional.

The Spiral: You’re a Will Wood fan. You probably haven’t actually done any psychedelic drugs, but you still act like someone who has. You experienced hallucinations in middle school. You’ve also been gaslighted: like a lot. You’ve got mental problems but also extreme imposter syndrome that keeps you from actually seeking help. You’re also an annoying little bastard (affectionate), but that’s unrelated. It’s me by the way, I’m with you on this one; we’re in this twisted little labyrinth together.

The Stranger. Like the Web, you’re a theater kid. However, where the Web is one of those obnoxious Shakespeare kids, you’re into musicals just as much as Shakespeare and make no distinction between the intellectual quality of the two genres. You either love Hamilton or hate it with a passion: there is no in between. You also have incredible fashion sense, you slay every day. You’re also depressed from reading Russian literature for fun.

The Flesh: You’re a little too into cannibalism, and it’s concerning. Like, you’d never ACTUALLY kill and eat someone, but you think about it a lot, probably while listening to Sodikken. Either that or you’re a vegan.

The Slaughter: You’re either a war nerd, or you just really like gore. Your music taste is either amazing or an absolute cringe fest. Maybe both depending on your perspective.

The Buried: Maybe you just really like Hozier and the idea of lying in an open grave like the ultimate Victorian goth: in which case I can get behind you. However, if you come at me with that cave or worm people crap, get the hell away from me. Spelunking is something that only psychopaths do. Do not interact with me. I like the sky and the rain on my face thank you VERY much.

The Vast: you’re one of those people who sits outside during thunderstorms. Alternatively, you’re probably fascinated by the ocean and probably love sharks. You also have thalassophobia. You probably also had a space phase as a kid. It’s me by the way I’m this person.

The Lonely: you’re just a sad little guy. Just a pathetic little fella. You’ve got no idea how to handle your emotions, and so shove everything down where you don’t have to think about it. You’re also chronically online. Go touch some grass today, okay? I promise people aren’t that scary once you actually take the plunge and talk to them.

The Corruption: You’re either really into mushrooms and entomology and think daily about letting the forest floor claim you; in which case I am one of you and fully support what you’re doing; or you’re one of those people who refused to wear a mask during COVID, and you probably haven’t cleaned your room in years. That place is nasty, and at this point your house should probably just be burned.

The Desolation: two words: feminine rage. You listen to the crane wives and Florence and the Machine, and either are a scary tall intimidating woman who knows how to dispose of a body, or are in love with a scary tall intimidating woman who knows how to dispose of a body. The relationship is toxic. Seek help.

The Hunt: you’re either a furry or a therian, aren’t you? You’re either a young kid obsessed with Madelyn Mei, or an asshole cop… who’s also a closeted furry.

The End: you’re a tradgoth. You’re an incredibly chill and nice person, and I would kill to hang out with you (pun not intended). You probably wanted to be a mortician until you learned how much paperwork and bureaucracy was involved.

The Extinction: you’re probably a punk with an affinity for gas masks. Your music taste is fire, and you’re probably an environmentalist. You’re young, but you’ve got a purpose and nobody’s gonna stop you. Good luck, my friend.

[sapphicromanoffxo]

Lucky Ones | iii. Testing the waters

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

Word count: 2697

Warnings: Gossiping, Dirty Talking, Degradation, Lost of Virginity, Oral sex, Fingering, Praise kink

Summary: Wanda spends her summer break back in the company and heard some slight gossips about Natasha. This caused for Wanda to ask questions to the older woman.

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The day was a whirlwind of chaos, with orders buzzing in every minute, tasks being tackled from left to right, and an atmosphere of palpable tension settling over the team. The groundbreaking ceremony had been rescheduled, casting a looming deadline of less than two months to finalise every plan and submit the necessary reports.

"God, I need a second cup of coffee. I'm on the brink of my sanity with all these excel sheets!" Sharon, Natasha's junior engineer, exclaimed with theatrical exasperation. "I have no idea how we'll manage to meet our target deadlines with these requests piling up," she added.

"I know exactly what you mean. These never-ending numbers and charts are giving me a pounding headache," Maria chimed in, empathising with Sharon's sentiments.

Wanda, ever the silent observer, chose to keep her inner thoughts to herself. Her reserved nature and preference for handling things smoothly guided her decision to listen rather than voice her concerns in the midst of the chaos.

"Wanda, you seem to be pulled in so many directions by Natasha. How are you managing with all of this?" Sharon inquired curiously, attempting to gauge Wanda's thoughts on the matter.

"It's undeniably stressful, but I don't have much choice except to follow her demands and try to get everything done as quickly as possible," Wanda replied candidly.

"Natasha usually has reasonable demands, but this project is on a whole different level. I can see how everyone is on edge whenever she's not satisfied with the results. She nearly fired Jennifer because of her incorrect calculations," Sharon shared with the two other ladies, recounting a recent mishap involving their colleague.

"Romanoff intimidates me to no end, to be honest. I'd crumble under her scrutiny. I couldn't handle it," Maria admitted.

As Wanda absorbed all this information about Natasha's management style and its impact on the team, it became clear that Natasha could be quite demanding when her expectations weren't met.

"Hey, Wanda, do you think that if Natasha had a partner, it might soften her up a bit?" Sharon asked mischievously, introducing a playful notion into the conversation.

Wanda found herself unsure of how to react to Sharon's probing question. She was uncomfortable with the topic, but before she could voice her feelings, Maria interjected, "Hush, Sharon. You're being too nosy!"

Sharon, undeterred, continued, "What? Aren't you curious? In the two years I've been working here, I've never once heard that she's dating anybody. For the record, there are also no known past lovers. How does she do it? She's undeniably attractive, anyone with eyes can see that."

Maria responded with a hint of skepticism, "I can't tell if you're genuinely curious because you admire her looks and want to commend her for that, or if you're just fixated on our boss's seemingly non existent love life."

"Whoever she dates must be incredibly lucky," Sharon said dreamily.

Wanda remained silently stunned in her seat, her mind racing with questions. Natasha's extreme privacy had her employees speculating about her romantic life. It also made Wanda contemplate her own situation. Did Natasha have past lovers who were once in the same position as her? Were they offered all the luxuries and responsibilities she currently enjoyed? Her thoughts began to spiral, bordering on overthinking.

"Don't worry about us, Wanda. We're just gossiping to take a break from this exhausting workload," Maria reassured her with a friendly smile.

Wanda simply nodded in acknowledgment and returned to her ongoing task. The hum of activity continued around her as she focused on her work.

Natasha sat in their house, nursing a glass of whiskey, and observed Wanda with a thoughtful gaze. She sensed something was on the younger woman's mind and decided to initiate a conversation.

"How was your day, sweetheart? I apologise for not being able to talk much during the day, there was so much to be done," Natasha inquired, her tone carrying a hint of genuine concern.

Wanda replied, "It's alright. I assisted Sharon and Maria while also working on the report you requested for today."

With a contemplative hum, Natasha finished the last drops of her whiskey, setting the glass aside. Wanda mustered the courage to broach a more personal topic.

"Natasha, there are some things I'm curious about, but I'm not sure if you'd be open to discussing them," she began tentatively.

Natasha raised an eyebrow, her interest piqued. "Well, that would depend on what you're curious about," she replied with a hint of intrigue.

Wanda proceeded cautiously, "I'm just curious about how you achieved such remarkable success at a young age. Becoming the CEO of M&A Engineering Corporation at 29 must have been an incredible milestone. It seems like you've been quite fortunate."

Natasha almost bristled at the word fortunate but her reaction remained guarded. "My father recognised my potential, and we started from there. I had to prove my worth, and it eventually led to me securing the position," she replied carefully, without revealing any key information about herself.

Wanda complimented her sincerely, "I truly admire your dedication and strength. Balancing work and studies is a challenging feat, and from what I've seen, you've excelled at it." Her words held a note of admiration and respect for Natasha's achievements.

"You'll reach great heights too, Wanda. I can see how you're building yourself up, and I'm confident you have a bright future ahead," Natasha replied, sharing her genuine belief in Wanda's potential.

"I have to thank you for that, I'm not sure I would have been able to finish my last semester without your support," Wanda expressed her gratitude.

Natasha responded, "I just did what needed to be done."

Curiosity still lingered in Wanda's mind, and she ventured further, "If you don't mind, can I ask more questions?"

Natasha, curious about the direction of the conversation, simply asked, "What's on your mind?"

Wanda inquired with great curiosity, "What were you like before you became a successful engineer? I mean, with your looks, I can imagine people falling at your feet."

Natasha, anticipating where the line of questioning is headed, decided to provide a short and guarded response, "I followed a strict path, focusing on my studies and career. I didn't have time for relationships. I was determined to complete my degree, pursued my master's, and dedicated myself to my work at my father's company." She chose to keep her personal life private, as she often did, leaving Wanda to wonder even more.

"Nothing at all? Not even before I came into the picture?" Wanda pressed on, seemingly oblivious to the gears turning in Natasha's head.

Natasha maintained her calm demeanour as she responded, "No, I never entertained the idea of committing to another person. It seemed like a lot of work."

Wanda's insecurity crept into her tone as she asked, "So, what changed then?"

Natasha met Wanda's gaze and replied with a touch of vulnerability, "I couldn't resist the urge to learn more about you. You could say that I was genuinely intrigued by you." There was a softness in Natasha's eyes that hinted at mischief.

"I would like to test some of my theories," Natasha said, skillfully steering the conversation away from any further probing questions Wanda might have.

"And how do you plan to do that?" Wanda inquired, intrigued by what Natasha has in mind.

"Allow me to show you," Natasha stood up gracefully and gestured for Wanda to follow her into the bedroom. As they entered the room, Natasha gently placed her hand on Wanda's waist, a subtle but electric touch that made Wanda's heart race.

In the dimly lit bedroom, they both stood beside the bed, Wanda facing it while Natasha stood behind her.

Natasha couldn't help but comment, "You always smell so good, Wanda." She peppered delicate kisses along Wanda's neck, her hands tracing teasing patterns on the hem of Wanda's nightgown, softly grazing her thighs.

Wanda's only response was a soft bite on her lip. She felt a mixture of excitement and nervous anticipation with whatever is about to happen between them. Her ass is pressed on Natasha's front and the older woman starts groping Wanda's breast.

"I find these incredibly captivating," Natasha purred sensually, her palm aggressively kneading Wanda's breasts. The atmosphere was charged with desire and intimacy which is almost suffocating.

"Natty, please."

"What do you want, detka?"

Wanda whimpered upon hearing Natasha's husky voice in her ear. This is escalating to a new level and Wanda internally shaking.

"Use your words, Wanda. I'd like to hear what you want."

Wanda's voice quivered as she confessed, "I want you to touch me everywhere and take me however you desire!" Her desperation was evident in her tone, a reflection of the burning desire that Natasha had ignited within her.

A sly grin curled on Natasha's lips, and she leaned in closer, her ego delighting in Wanda's vulnerability. "I like the sound of that. Just so you know, I don't like being gentle."

Wanda's heart raced with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. She had imagined their first time together to be soft and tender, but Natasha's unpredictable nature took things in a thrillingly different direction.

"Get on the bed. I want your ass up in the air."

Wanda hastily obeyed, climbing onto the bed and assuming the position Natasha had requested. This position exposed her vulnerable ass and Wanda is feeling a bit scared now on what Natasha had in mind.

“I have been observing you for too long now, Wanda. I do think that you deserve a reward for being my good girl. Don’t you agree?” Natasha taunts the younger woman while softly caressing her ass. “Answer me when I am speaking to you, little girl!” That earned a hard slap in Wanda’s ass.

“Yes! I have been a good girl and I need to be rewarded, please.”

“That’s what I’m talking about.You make sure to remember your manners or you’ll be punished instead.” Natasha started pushing Wanda’s nightgown wherein her back is now also exposed.

“Natasha…”

“Yes, Wanda? Feeling impatient? You were able to wait for all these months. A couple of minutes won’t do you any harm.” Natasha said with a sinister voice.

Wanda whimpered again and didn't want to upset the older woman.

“Would you show how good you are if you take whatever it is that I'll be giving you?”

“Yes, Natasha.”

“Hmm. From now on, call me miss whenever I’m about to fuck you senseles. Is that understood?” Natasha emphasised her question with another slap on Wanda's ass.

“Yes, Miss! I understand.”

“Good girl.”

Nastasha started peperring hot kisses on Wanda’s back. Wanting to kiss every part of her Wanda and made sure to leave mark in order for her to fully claim Wanda as hers. Her hand drifted down to Wanda’s pussy and was delighted to find her core already wet.

“Oh my. I haven’t even properly touched you and you are dripping for me, baby. What a slut you are.”

Wanda’s head is spinning, Natasha’s words are doing a number on her and she’s unconsciously heading to a subspace, something that is an uncharted territory for her.

“Please, Miss…hmp!” Wanda whimpered once again as Natasha started circling her clit.

“Does that feel good, baby? Would you like more? I bet your pussy will be able to take 3 fingers instantly.

That sent a blaring alarm sound in Wanda’s mind. She’s been so desperate for Natasha’s attention and touch that she has forgotten to tell her that she’s a virgin.

“Nata- Miss. I have something to tell you.”

“What is it, pretty girl?” Natsha temporarily stops her attempts to tether Wanda on edge.

“Uhmm.. I - I’m a.. I have never done this before.”

Natasha wants to be shocked by Wanda’s revelation but it feeds her ego even more knowing that she's about to take Wanda's innocence. “Does that mean that you want me to be gentle?”

“No, I can take it. Just take it slowly, please.” Wanda is pleading that her request would somehow be granted by Natasha.

“Very well. Lay on your back, spread your legs wide for me.”

Wanda followed her order again and did what she was told. Natasha was very ecstatic with how eager Wanda wants to please her. It drives her crazy and does not want to prolong this anymore.

"Please, Wanda, if you ever feel even the slightest bit uncomfortable, don't hesitate to tell me," Natasha said earnestly, her voice laced with a caring concern. "I want you to know that your comfort and consent are my top priorities. But," she added with a playful glint in her eye, "I do hope you won't be asking me to stop."

Natsha descended her mouth on Wanda’s awaiting core and dived right in her aching clit. Wanda moaned in surprise feeling Natasha’s warm mouth on her. Wanda’s hands claw on the bedsheet to somehow ground her as she’s feeling her soul leave her body with all the pleasure that Natasha is giving her.

“Miss, ahhh.. You feel so good —hmf! Natasha!” Wanda exclaimed as Natasha started sucking her clit. Natasha is very thrilled with all the noises that Wanda has been making. The soft moans that turned into growls as Wanda is nearing her orgasm. The older woman decided to penetrate Wanda with her left middle finger, hoping to get a reaction out of her.

“Miss miss miss!” Wanda is babbling her incoherent thoughts as she’s feeling all the sensations that she thought she’d never feel from anyone. It made Wanda feel the pleasure mixed with pain but she doesn’t have the heart to tell Natasha to stop. All she wants is for this to never end. Her legs clamped on each side of Natasha’s head and it earned her a slap on her right breast.

“Keep your legs open or I will stop.” Natasha warned her to keep her legs in place.

“I’m sorry, please don’t stop. I need you!”

Natasha continued where she left off. Wanda is absolutely drenched. She has never tasted anything so addicting and she could stay here as long as she wants. She then again added another finger, pulling in and out in a gentle phase. Wanda was once again elevated to a new height of pleasure which made her scream with so much passion.

“Oh my god, Miss. Please! I need more!”

Ofcourse, Natasha could not deny her pleas and started to thrust her two fingers with so much force making Wanda’s eyes roll back. Her mouth is now agape and her throat is now dry from all of the screams and moans that she’s been making in the past minutes

Natasha is unmerciful with her fingers with the combination of her talented tongue, this sent Wanda into her orgasm without warning, hitting her like a tidal wave. Pleasure coming down on her leaving her dazed in fulfilment.

Wanda is sure that stars are dancing around her eyes for a minute before she is able to catch her breath.

"Are you feeling better now, Wanda?" Natasha inquired, her voice tender and filled with genuine concern. She continued to massage both of Wanda's thighs, which had gone limp in the aftermath of their intense moment. "You did so good for me, baby. I'm proud of you." Natasha further added.

Wanda took a deep, steadying breath as she met Natasha's caring gaze. The intimate connection they had just shared left her feeling vulnerable, but also incredibly content. "Yes," she replied softly, her voice a mixture of satisfaction and affection. "I feel more than alright, Natasha. I feel amazing. Thank you."

"That's reassuring," Natasha whispered, her fingers gently caressing Wanda's thighs as they lay together in the afterglow. She leaned in to place a tender kiss on Wanda's lips, savouring the lingering taste of their shared passion. "But remember, my dear, we have so much more to discover and explore together. This is merely the beginning of what I have in mind."

Wanda's eyes sparkled with a mixture of anticipation and affection as she gazed into Natasha's deep, knowing eyes. "I can't wait to see what you have in store, Natasha," she replied, her voice filled with sincerity and curiosity.