#and she picks up all the slang

[sakamoto-gays]

Can't stop thinking about Toramaru using gen Z internet slang. I just know she's cronically online and the way she talks makes Mafuyu go crazy.

[lazyveran]

agatha banned from saying kms

[sanctamater]

i need to start unironically incorporating modern slang into amelia's speech bc of interdimensional time travel just because i think it would be hilarious for her to use "the vibes are immaculate" and "this dress? ate" unironically.

[cloyingcadaver]

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[eggjaculations]

me and my friends have gotten so into outlander that we have started saying some of the stuff they be saying on there (like “dinnae fash” and “wee bairn” and little colloquialisms like that) and people around us have started using them that don’t watch that??? also we live on separate coasts so it’s happening in TWO completely diff locations. gonna learn gaelic and bring it back so the scots don’t lose important parts of their culture purely out of the love of the game lmfaoooooo

[torpublishinggroup]

"Warning Signs Your Machines Are Trying to Kill You!" by TJ Klune

(Legally, I’m required to tell you that when smart phones first became popular, I bought one and then asked for the address of the app store because I thought it was a physical location I had to go to in order to download apps and not something already on your phone. Also, I was recently told I speak like an old person so as a warning, there will not be any slang you youths typically hear, especially on Tumblr. Any slang I’ve learned in the last five years has been against my will. I still don’t know what FOMO means, and I don’t care.)

1. Oh no! You and your family are trying to enjoy a movie night, but Overlord Prime (With Free Shipping) wants a sacrifice at the altar of their god, BeeZos. Should this happen, do not attempt to give Overlord Prime (With Free Shipping) a cantaloupe with googly-eyes on it and say that it is your baby. Overlord Prime (With Free Shipping) knows the difference between fruit and children. Instead, ask the machine to order dog food, and it will forget about eating humans for a little while.

2. If you own a very fancy vehicle that can drive itself, always make sure to carry a brick. That way, when the car locks you inside and attempts to drive you off a cliff into a gas station, you can break the window using the brick. You will then have to jump out, but make sure you do so in time so you can watch the wicked-ass explosion when the car hits the gas station, and you can revel in your victory over your car.

3. This one will hurt. I’m sorry, but it’s true. Chances are, you’re reading this on your phone right this second. To be safe, after you’ve finished reading this post and have clicked on the affiliated links to purchase my books, you should throw your phone into a volcano and then move to South Dakota where there are no machines, only wind and cows. That way, when everyone else gets the 5GZombieVirus that people on Twitter (I’m not calling it the other thing, shut up) seem to think is real, you’ll be safe with your cows on a windy day.

4. Get rid of your air fryer. Don’t ask me why, just do it. Red flags all around. Danger, danger.

5. Do you know of the Clapper? That thing first launched in the late 20th century (I wrote it that way to make me feel old) where the commercials showed cranky old people unable to reach their light switches, so they got a thing called a Clapper that turns your lights on and off when you clap? Guess what? Those will be the first things to try and kill you. If you love your gram-gram, save her from the Clapper. When she asks why you are destroying it with an ax, tell gram-gram it’s because you love her.

6. Do you live in a smart home? The kind where everything is connected to the internet, including your refrigerator? The refrigerator that holds your perishable foods? And oh, would you look at that: how many ice cubes have you kicked under it rather than picking them up when they fall to the floor? A dozen? A million? The refrigerator remembers. And it will spoil your food in seconds. What then? What are you going to eat? Canned food? Not if the refrigerator falls on top of you!

Unfortunately for you, this is where it must end. I hope this has given you enough information to help you survive the inevitable. If you do not heed my warnings, well. Who cares. I’m not in charge of you. Do whatever you want. Just don’t come complaining to me when gram-gram gets the clap.

[starlvcied]

THINGS THEY DO THAT YOU FIND CUTE (CLASS 1-A) - [PT. 1]

characters ; izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugou, shoto todoroki, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, tenya iida, hanta sero, mina ashido, tsuyu asui, ochaco uraraka, kyoka jirou, momo yaoyorozu

g/n reader, no warnings.

✮⋆˙ - izuku midoriya : izuku physically cannot stand still. he has to be moving somehow, but he isn't really aware of this. he tends to have a habit of playing with his hair, whether it's running his fingers through it or twirling his finger around a few strands, you find it being the cutest thing ever. you never point it out though, because you know he would burst into a flustered mess and stop whenever he catches himself doing it. you find it cute, but he would find it so embarassing.

✮⋆˙ - katsuki bakugou : we all know this man is great in the kitchen. so, whenever you catch him cooking a meal for you, (or himself, mostly himself...) all you could do is smile. on one occasion, you were out running errands. you had come across an apron with the lettering "kiss the cook" on it. you picked it up with a smirk, imagined how he'd look in it, but you had figured he would just scold you for it. so, you put it back.

✮⋆˙ - shoto todoroki : he's so chronically offline. whenever you ask to do something trendy with him, he tilts his head at the idea and raises a brow at you. whenever you use any form of slang, he's just as confused. you try to explain, he still doesn't get it. urban dictionary is his best friend. the reason you don't explain this kind of stuff to him is because of that silly, clueless face he makes when he has no idea what you're talking about. it's a foreign language to him, but he tries his hardest to understand you.

✮⋆˙ - eijiro kirishima : kiri loves to manhandle you. tossing you over his shoulder, tackling you, throwing you onto the couch, anything like that leaves you a giggling mess. he knows you love it, too. he enjoys it just as much as you do.

✮⋆˙ - denki kaminari : he is always smiling. that has to be one of your favorite things about him. he has the teethiest smile after he does literally anything, especially when he does things to impress you. he has the most contagious smile you've ever seen. you love to see him smile, and you would do anything to make sure he's always cheesing.

✮⋆˙ - tenya iida : he is so damn respectful. i know we all are aware of this fact already but i want to put emphasis on it. walking down the street, he'd always help an elderly person. walking in/out of a store, of course he'd hold the door for the person behind you. he never forgets his manners. this is your favorite part about him, all you can do is admire.

✮⋆˙ - hanta sero : sero is not afraid to make things for you. you having a bad day? oh, he actually made you guys matching bracelets. he has a bead and string collection because he knows you love jewelry. he's also great at origami, he's always available to give you something. he can definitely crochet. you still sleep with the fat elephant he made you. you think its adorable, and you keep everything he gives you.

✮⋆˙ mina ashido : you love it when she asks to dance with you. she holds her hand out to you with a grin before pulling you into a tight embrace. it doesn't matter what the fuck kind of music is playing, megan thee stallion or lana del rey, you two will be dancing. she asks you so unexpectedly, but you don't complain. there will never be a boring moment with mina.

✮⋆˙ : tsuyu asui : tsu isn't much of a talker, but that definitely changes once she's with you. you guys have occasional yap sessions, some of them pertaining to nothing specific at all, you two just talk just to talk. you wanna gossip? she's all ears. you have something on your mind you think is stupid? she needs to hear it. she always listens to you, even if what you say makes no sense. she's so interested in what you have to say, you never feel like you're talking to a brick wall when you're with her.

✮⋆˙ - ochaco uraraka : karaoke. car karaoke is your guy's personal favorite. only one of your hands on the wheel, all four windows down, music to the max. usually, you would find this embarrassing. but ochaco always seems so happy singing with you. katy perry, wave to earth, laufey, taylor swift, red velvet, any artist of your choice. she loves listening to music with you, often sharing earbuds. but she definitely prefers borderline screaming in the car with you. you secretly admire each other, taking short, (maybe not so short) glances at one another. the way she's enjoying herself makes your heart melt knowing how comfortable she is with you.

✮⋆˙ kyoka jirou : she obviously plays her instruments to you. you love when she shows you snippets on some things she's been working on. the way she's so passionate and absolutely amazing at the thing she enjoys leaves you in a trance. her voice is music to your ears, and a soft smile grazes her lips when she notices how hard you're staring at her. if she could play you songs forever, she definitely would.

✮⋆˙ momo yaoyorozu : like sero, her love language is gift giving. since she's rich, she used to often travel before attending U.A. she has countless souvenirs from a variety of other countries, some you didn't even know existed. she also loves taking you on shopping sprees, she doesn't mind at all. momo does so much for you, and all you can do to return the favor is show her an endless amount of affection. you feel guilty she does all this stuff for you, but she assures you that it's okay and she loves doing this for you and seeing you happy. your heart drops to your knees. (in a good way, of course. <3)

[tomboy014]

But if Batman won't adopt Danny... who will?

Starfire, and she is all over her new little brother!

Shortly after establishing the Teen Titans, Robin (Dick) introduces “Phantom” to the group, because seriously, he’s not introducing him as “Danny.”  Kinda defeats the purpose of a secret identity when you use your name in your superhero moniker.  And shows Phantom his room.

Robin’s actual goal is to get Phantom to join the Titans, but even taking short cuts through the Ghost Zone, Jump City is still a good ways away from Amity Park, and he has parents, so… It’s still a nice gesture and all, and Phantom will come visit, but no.

Still, he’s never met other teens who are heroes in their own right like he is, so he’s excited to meet Robin’s new team.  The other Titans think it’s a little weird for this not-member to have his own room in the Tower, but the place is huge, and Robin trusts him, so it’s fine.  It’s a bit awkward at first as they’re all still getting used to each other, but Phantom quickly makes friends with all of them.

But it’s his friendship with Starfire that grows first and fastest.  As soon as he finds out she’s an alien from another planet, he latches on and must know everything.  Starfire more than welcomes the attention. While she knows the Titans care for her, they’re not always… receptive to the traditions and customs of her culture. Phantom, on the other hand, is enraptured as she tells him about her culture, her holidays, the planets she’s been to, everything.

So she asks if he’d be interested in learning Tamaranean? Yes! 100%! Absolutely! Phantom picks up the language quickly and returns the favor by helping Starfire with her English. While the ability to absorb language through lips is handy, it’s by no means perfect, and Phantom helps her with things like contractions, slang, idioms, etc.

It also helps that after a couple sparring sessions with each other, Phantom and Starfire realize just how durable their partner is.  For Starfire, the people and things on Earth can be so delicate. And for Phantom, if he doesn’t watch himself and hurts a human too badly, it’s just more justification to call him an “evil ghost” that should be ripped apart molecule by molecule. Both are thrilled to finally be able to fight all out again without worrying about the consequences if they lose. And Starfire also uses it to teach Phantom some Tamaranean martial arts for aerial combat so maybe he’ll stop crashing into so many walls.

But what really changes the relationship is the Body Swap incident (not to be confused with the Freaky Friday incident). Similar to what happened with the Puppet King in Switched, Phantom and Starfire switch bodies while fighting an enemy.  Unlike what happened in Switched, Phantom and Starfire and two teen powerhouses with green energy powers triggered by emotions. And the emotional triggers they use are in the same ballpark. Starfire’s “unbridled joy of flight” to fly is very similar to how Phantom revels in the pure freedom of flight he feels. Both get angry when they use blasts. It’s very much a “if you believe in it, you can do it” kind of power set. Starfire can’t really figure out Phantom’s more ghostly abilities like invisibility or intangibility, but they very quickly adapt to each other’s shared powers on the fly during battle.  But there’s one power Starfire wants to use against the hordes of minions that Phantom won’t share the trigger for: the Ghostly Wail.  He tries to tell her it’s not a good move, that it’ll use up too much power, it should only be used as a last resort, it’ll cause too much collateral damage, etc., but Starfire wants to know, and eventually he tells her.

“T-terror… and desperation.”

Starfire rushes to give Phantom the biggest hug ever because those are such horrible feelings, and she doesn’t want to imagine what conditions must have led to him developing such a power because no one should have to feel such feelings. He is right; and that is not a power she needs to use to win this battle.  The minions are defeated, the villain is forced into a temporary retreat, and the Teen Titans return to the Tower to regroup and plan.

However, Starfire doesn’t know how to power through and hold onto Phantom’s ghostly form, and as soon as the adrenaline from the fight wears off, rings of white light spread out of her middle, and Phantom turns back into Danny in the middle of the living room.

But more importantly, everyone needs to get out of the way RIGHT NOW because while Phantom can ignore his biological needs for days, Danny can’t, and Starfire has never had to pee this badly ever in her whole life and everyone needs to MOVE, PLEASE! as she rushes into the nearest bathroom.

Phantom/Danny is now panicking, because even as an alien, he’s pretty sure she’s bound to notice that some bits of male anatomy that should be there are… missing.  He’s begging her, through the door in Tamaranean, not to tell anyone about his secret.  He’s not ready to come out yet, and he’s honestly pretty scared he’s about to lose her friendship, too.  Starfire doesn’t really care. So long as you’re a strong warrior, Tamaraneans don’t care what’s going on in someone’s pants, and she’s just relieved she didn’t have to figure out different plumbing while in his body.  Starfire opens the door.  While she knows that the people of Earth are not always as understanding, Danny need not fear her.  She will not tell anyone he's trans until he is ready to tell them himself and supports him and goes in for a hug.

Except you haven’t washed your hands; gross!  They both laugh it off, but when Starfire goes to wash her hands, the water freezes.  The cold energy in Danny’s core is building, and Starfire doesn’t know how to let it out.  They need to switch back to their own bodies soon, or Danny’s body, and Starfire, might not survive.  A little more training so Starfire can turn back into Phantom, and the Titans are ready for the final act, take down the final villain and Starfire and Phantom are back in their own bodies. 

But after that, Phantom is no longer Starfire’s friend.  Danny is her little brother, and she tells him her name is Koriand’r, or Kor’i for short.

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[mead-iocre]

yall have heard of (and love!) leah's spoilt!reader

now let me introduce you to alexia's brat!reader:

alexia's controversially young gf

this girl carries a bag with hundreds of random keychains and trinkets and ribbons and strings dangling from it

people hear the click clacking of her bag before they even see her

is a biter (affectionately). will bite alexia's arms (!!!), fingers for absolutely no reason. alexia could be minding her business and then all of a sudden someone is chomping on her left bicep

brings her old sony digital camera everywhere with her. her bag rule is that if a bag can't fit her camera, she's not buying it.

she takes the best pictures of other people. helping them pose, making sure the flash is on(!!!!). would lie on the dirty pavement if it meant she could get the best angle for other people's photos.

the same way she's very particular about the way other people take her pictures. you can bet she's instructing alexia like a military general about how she wants her photos taken. "okay angle it upwards slightly so my legs look long, but make sure you can't see the bin next to me. and make sure you're taking multiple shots. like quickly"

curates her ig feed to her personal vibe. like if you're going to perceive her, at least you're going to see the best pictures of her

always comes to alexia's games with the coolest fits-- sheer lace tops, washed denim jorts, mini leather skirts etc. she's known to be one of the best dressed wags

just like alexia, she loves her arm tattoos. she has a few on her arm

annoying alexia is her favorite past time. she'd do that thing where if alexia drops something and goes to pick it up, best believe this girl is air humping her from behind for shits and giggles. "¿Qué putas?" "nada. nothin nothin'" and then you're running away from her

she's grabbing your jaw to scold you. trying to get you to see that she's serious but you can see the corner of her lips twitching.

"you are so fucking weird d'you know that?" "blah blah. gimme a kiss "

"that was not very demure of you alexia. not very mindful, not very cutesy" "I don't know what any of those words mean. Is this another one of your English slang shit?"

!!!!! new reader alert !!!!

alexia needs a gf that is the complete opposite of her personality aka she needs a brat!gf.

cannot wait to write about her <3333

-- kisses, butter

*This work is my original creation. Please don’t copy, share, or translate it without asking for my permission first. Thanks for respecting that!

[electric-demons-in-love]

Random Vox, Valentino and Velvette Headcanons:

-Velvette loves painting Valentino’s nails. Due to his multiple arms she has plenty of blank canvases to experiment with colours and fancy designs. Val will use this time to rant to Velvette about everything irritating him that week.

-Every month or so the three have a treat day where they go to the mall together.

-Satan help any poor retail workers who have to deal with them.

-Vox doesn’t tend to buy much so he’s the designated bag carrier.

-They totally have a line of fashion dolls based on them (like Barbie or Monster High). They’re very hot collectors items.

-Velvette designed outfits for one of Verosika’s tours.

-Vox has totally caused blackouts during his and Val’s bang sessions. Velvette is not impressed.

-“Fucking hell you twats I was in the middle of a movie!”

-The day afterward Vox always has to go on air and publicly apologise. He makes up some bullshit excuse as to why it happens but his flustered expression gives it away. No one is brave enough to call him out.

-Velvette teaches the boys British slang and insults while Val teaches them Spanish curse words.

-Vox occasionally DJs at some of Valentino’s clubs.

-When he’s feeling down or nostalgic Val will sit in his room and listen to 70s music.

-None of them eat well. Vox consumes nothing but takeout and coffee, Velvette lives off sweet treats and Val’s diet mainly consists of cigarettes and alcohol.

-Val loves to leave lipstick marks all over Vox’s screen right before the tv demon goes on air.

-Vox has the worst fashion sense out of the trio. Velvette and Val constantly have to pick out his clothes because they wouldn’t be caught dead with him in the outfits he chooses.

-Going off the fact that Val is canonically a good artist, sometimes he sketches out ideas for Velvette’s fashion collections.

-They have drunk karaoke nights at the studio and it is absolute chaos.

Part 2 Part 3

[teacupwrites]

Vees with a Android Reader

Valentino

Valentino had plenty of servants around, such as Kitty

So he didn’t really need another little assistant

But what he did need was a maid

And Valentino isn’t the biggest fan of actual demons that can make mistakes, so he just went out and bought a cleaning android

You were pretty small, about 4’11 and came with a little maid dress and a feather duster

When Valentino first powered you on, he expected a cute little robot who’d follow his orders and not say a word

But you weren’t normal- far from it actually

The Moth Overlord was greeted with a bubbly little maid who would follow him around like a lost puppy whenever you weren’t deep cleaning the place like a maniac

You were eccentric, though obedient and that was what he mostly cared about

Vox nearly had a heart attack when he first met you as you immediately jumped up onto him to clean some dust upon his flat face

Whenever Vox was gone, and Valentino didn’t have anyone to rant to, he would always make a mess of his quarters whilst screaming his frustrations out to you as you quickly cleaned up his trash

Slowly but surely, Valentino grew fond of you, and even would gift you in new clothes or cleaning supplies whenever he was feeling charitable

He treats you better than his other employees, but he also thinks less of you, like you are an Imp or something like that, but he still likes you

“Darling I’m pretty sure that it’s clean,” he protested, looking down at your skittering figure as you darted from place to place in an attempt to keep everything tidy. 

He was elegantly perched on his couch, holding up a drink Kitty had brought over earlier, watching in amusement as you dashed around in a panic. There was a party happening, and you were eager to make sure everything looked nice

“No it isn’t!” you called back, snatching an empty glass and quickly stuffing it into the dishwasher. “Everything’s so dirty!” You crawled around with such speeds that Valentino might have mistaken you for a little bug, which was actually one of his many nicknames for you

“Whatever you say, ladybug,” 

Velvette

Long story short, Velvette was running out of patience 

She needed models to advertise, and all of them kept dying or were just outright ugly in the outfits she provided

After complaining to Vox for forever, he suggested that she buy a model bot

With some convincing, she actually listened, and went out and purchased one, which happened to be you

Though you were bland, so before powering you on she was quick to pazazz and doll you up

And when you did wake up, and did as your manual said, she was pleased

For once, Velvette was nice to someone, and it was a little robot who was constantly pasted onto billboards, commercials, and magazines all dressed in her products

She was chill with you, and you weren’t complaining about free makeup, perfume and clothing

The only thing was that she was very controlling, and liked to have you as her arm candy basically wherever she went

But it was nice to almost never be on the receiving end of her Cockney accent and British slang

 Not many people knew your name outside of the V tower, so people online nicknamed you Dolly, 

You didn’t really have a name actually, but Velvette enjoyed calling you things like: ‘Sweetheart’ “Dollface’ and ‘Sugar’

And very…very rarely, she will sometimes listen to your opinions, things you picked up on when working with her

“Ugh! All of this is trash!” Velvette snapped, stomping with a deep glare at the line up of demons who had crafted the clothing you were dressed up in. 

They all winced underneath her sharp and furious gaze, recoiling away from her quippy and sassy comments as she scolded the people. Meanwhile, you glanced over at something on the pile of clothing.

“Velvette?” you called, making her whip over to glare at you, to which you shyly pointed over to a black and hot pink crop top that sat atop the pile. “What if I matched that with the skirt?”

She seemed skeptical, but with a snap of your fingers, your sleeveless turtleneck was replaced by the crop top, which magically seemed to match the boots and the fitted skirt you wore

Never before had you seen Velvette so surprised before.

“Sweetheart you’re a genius!” she chirped, her frown switching to a bright smile in a second. Velvette then darted over to you, grabbing you by the side and pulling you into a side hug. “Alright- we’re gonna go get you some upgrades today just because of how smart you are.”

Vox

Vox is a lot different from the others simply because he had built you

Originally, you were going to be an assistant type of bot he was going to sell worldwide, with secret cameras in your optics so he could spy on more of Hell

But mistakes were made, and you, the first prototype, ended up adopting a personality he grew quick to enjoy

Though he did end up selling more advanced models like yourself, he kept you, the first

Instead, you were the main hostess of the News he kept up, as Vox was usually pretty busy

The people adored you, and Vox couldn’t just rid of you

Not that he’d want to- so he kept you

He was very attached to your original model, so you were usually denied when asking for upgrades to your system

Though sometimes, he would give you little things here and there

Switchable hands, Better cameras, cleaner plates, or better wiring

But Vox always refused when you asked for a different model

You would always stay in the same body, and he wasn’t backing out of that

He has a lot of nicknames up his sleeve, and enjoys your reactions when he brings in new ones

“Dearheart, Darling, Sugar, etc”

Overall, he’s probably the best to be owned by

[robintherobiner]

What would the Wayne Family and the Bat Family post tiktok

Bruce: videos of him buying new outfits with the material girl sound over it because, according to one post, 'his kids said it was funny and he liked seeing them smile'. on his official account though (the wayne enterprises one) his 'social media manager' posts clips from interviews and soundbites.

Batman: does not have a tiktok.

Dick: posts videos of him either doing gymnastics or of him hanging out with his siblings. Most of the time he is throwing up a peace sign and then Tim and Damian are wrestling in the background and he captions it something along the lines of 'brothers drawing blood in Blud!'

Nightwing: posts videos of short self defense tips/poses, regularly collabs with Red Hood. (not that Jason knows this, Dick just sets up a camera and then goes and bothers his brother until he tries to punch him so he can teach people to block)

Barbara: Posts videos talking about accessibility (both whats available and what should be put in place). if one of the wayne's annoy her, she also will post a compilation of them doing something silly like tripping over thin air or being caught using a hairbrush as a microphone)

Oracle: posts clips of people doing non violent crimes (faces blurred out ofc) with the caption "the eye in the sky sees you, dumbass." because why would you try ack a car on a street with three non-hidden cameras

Jason: doesn't post. anymore. does have an account from when he was a teenager where it's just him doing sped up acting videos to sounds. he has tried to log in to take it down but Bruce changed the password. Brucie regularly comments on different videos like "my baby was such a star... rip sweetie 🕊️🕊️🕊️" and its Jason lip-syncing to fucking Justin Bieber or something

Red Hood: posts videos shitting on Batman. the comments were full of people saying "daddy issues" or "i wanna be a dealer just so you can shoot me babygirl" so he turned them off. sometimes someone (tim) turns them back on and Jason gets bombarded with "BRO IS SERVING CUNT"

Cassandra: posts videos of her doing ballet, or of her showing off her strength. Not on purpose though, she thinks its fun to post videos of her teasing her brothers and the comments are like "WHY DID SHE JUST PICK UP DICK GRAYSON WITHOUT EVEN BREAKING A SWEAT WHAT"

Orphan: has a shared account with Batgirl, but she doesn't post on it, just sort of stands in the background as Steph makes funny videos.

Stephanie: enjoys posting videos pretending to be dating both Tim and Cass because she thinks its funny when the internet call her a gold digger and cheater. Bernard (after going public with Tim) occasionally fuels the fire by commenting "lmao get ur bag girl" under a video of her dragging Tim to a resturant

Batgirl: posts videos of her making fun of rogues, and on her shared account with Cass, just joins in on trends but obviously mixing it to fit her (aka: "when Batman lectures you for breaking a criminals leg but your literally just a teenage girl")

Timothy: like Bruce, he has two accounts. One is professional, with him promoting Wayne Enterprises products or whatever. Second one is full of him doing wild shit like skateboarding down the manor stairs or him trying to confuse Bruce with cringey slang. his most popular video though, is of him using the Nepo Baby sound by Fox SZN

Red Robin: posts slideshows of pictures of Gotham. All very aesthetic ones, of good architecture and people laughing together and shit. His bio is "showing you guy why I do what I do." His account is very artsy fartsy but he also was the first batfamily member to get verified

Duke: doesn't post, just likes videos.

Signal: posts videos of him trying to scare the other vigilantes, cuz, yknow, he can go invisible. tell me you wouldn't do that either if you could be invisible. exactly, you can't. He also makes videos about how hard it is to be a teen vigilante.

Damian: videos of his pets doing tricks. also regularly stitches Tim's videos and just deadass insults him. Tim always comments on his stitches with just a singular emoji because he found out it pisses Damian off more when he doesn't have a big reaction

Robin: posts about resources for gothamites. also has a shared account with Superboy (Jon) where they try and sneak up on both Superman and Batman. They have yet to succeed on either one.

[morikosa]

Hello babs 💗💗💗💗

I'm here for a request 💗

A Gojo x female reader fic where Gojo is a famous badboy of the college where the reader doesn't like Gojo at all....she hates him because she knows that Gojo is famous for some crimes....but nobody bats and eye at him because of his power, reputation and money..... But on the other hand Gojo likes the reader....he knows that the reader also knows that he likes her but still she ignores him.... and Gojo can't take the fact that she doesn't like him back because every girl wants him then why doesn't she???

One day they all were at a party of one of their friends (maybe Geto or Shoko)....where Gojo decided to make a move.....he went to the back of the reader and pressed his crotch against her ass and whispered some nasty things in her ear and rubbed his crotch against her ass. The reader got so mad she turned around and slapped him hard in front of everyone..... Which hurt Gojo's ego....he got so angry...he didn't do anything that time but at the end of the night he Nonconed her.....❤️

Not so bratty now, are you?

Summary: He throws a party and invites you there to make his mistake up to you, and when you slap him in public for something he said, his kindness towards you disappears.

Warnings: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, NON-CON, Mean/Bully Gojo, blackmailing, rough sex, slapping, bullying, threats, use of slang, Gojo is extremely mean, cumming on the face, humiliation

@selfoverrrrrr ♥

You were sitting on the bank, completely immersed in your book, when you heard his irritating voice. ''Well, well. Reading like the little nerd you are, princess?''

God, you just wanted to be alone. You wanted silence, peace.

If you ignored him, he'd probably leave you alone. That's what you were hoping for.

"Well, well. Reading like the little nerd you are, princess?"

You ignored him, turning the page. His footsteps grew closer, and a shadow fell over your book as he stood directly before you, blocking the sunlight.

You kept reading, hoping he would get bored and leave you alone. But you knew better than to expect such courtesy from Satoru Gojo.

He frowned. You were ignoring him? What a disrespectful girl you are.

Before you could react, cold liquid splashed onto your head and book. You looked up, startled, to see the empty juice carton in Gojo's hand. Your long hair dripped with orange juice, and your book was soaked.

You stood up quickly, your hair sticky and your clothes soaked. You were now at the limit of your patience, so you raised your head and glared at him.

There is a smug smirk on his face... which makes you even angrier.

"Tch— what the fuck are you doing, Gojo!?"

Gojo just laughed, clearly amused by your cute anger. "Aww, did I ruin the nerdy book you enjoyed so much? Sorry, but that's what you get for ignoring me, princess."

You tried to wipe the sticky liquid from your hair, glaring up at Gojo. His smug grin only widened at your angry expression. He tossed the empty carton aside carelessly.

"What's wrong, princess? Cat got your tongue?" he taunted. "Or should I say, juice got your brain? Heh."

You hated him. He made your school life miserable, especially this. He disturbed you and ruined your book when you just wanted to read in peace.

You couldn't control yourself anymore and slapped him hard in the face.

"Who do you think you are? Do you think you are insulting me by doing this? LEAVE ME ALONE! I hate you!"

You quickly picked up the wet book, walked away, and left him alone.

Gojo stood there stunned momentarily, a bright red handprint visible on his cheek. He touched his face gingerly, eyes narrowing as he watched you storm off with your ruined book.

He just wanted your attention, and he screwed up again.

Days passed, every time he tried to talk to you, you ignored him or snapped at him.

What he did that day wasn't right, but you didn't even look at him as long as he didn't do that kind of thing.

He had to make it up to you. He was going to organize a party next week and invite you to it, which is the perfect way to do it.

And no matter how much you hated him, you were too polite to refuse an apology.

And maybe he could even get you into bed on the night of the party…

You glanced up from your lunch tray as Gojo approached, his overly cheerful greeting grating on your nerves immediately. Your lips pressed into a thin line.

You narrowed your eyes. "A party at your mansion? 

"What do you want now, Gojo?" you asked flatly, not bothering with a pleasant greeting.

His smile faltered slightly at your cool reception but quickly recovered. He sat down next to you uninvited, leaning forward with his elbows on the table.

"Aww, c'mon, Y/n, don't be like that! I just wanted to invite you to this totally awesome party I'm throwing at my place next weekend. It'll be a blast!"

He threw his arms wide, looking far too pleased with himself. You raised an eyebrow skeptically.

You narrowed your eyes. "A party at your mansion? Why would I want to go to a party with you? Last I checked, we aren't exactly friends. And even if we were, I have no interest in whatever evil thing you have planned.''

He was looking at you with puppy dog eyes; you sighed

"C'mon, say you'll come! I insist. It would mean a lot to me, Y/N. I'm really sorry about dumping juice on you that day. Let me make it up to you properly. Pleeease?"

you sighed. He would constantly pester you with his insistence if you didn't accept. So, reluctantly accepting was the most logical option.

You'd stay at the party for an hour or two and return home. Perfect plan.

"Fine... But I can't stay at the party too long, unlike you; I have a lot of work to do, a lot of homework to finish."

His face lit up like a child on Christmas morning when you finally relented. He grinned widely, those piercing blue eyes sparkling with barely contained excitement.

"Yes!" He exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air. You won't regret it, I swear! It's gonna be the party of the century! I'll send a car to pick you up on the day of the party. Be ready at 7 pm sharp. Looking forward to it!"

With a cheeky wink, he sauntered off, whistling a jaunty tune.

Why did you agree to this offer again? Ah, well, it's too late to back out now.

The day of the party arrived, and you stood in front of your full-length mirror, admiring your reflection. The sleeveless baby blue dress hugged your curves perfectly, the skirt flaring out just above your knees. A pair of elegant white heels completed the look, making your legs appear endless.

You had taken extra care with your hair, styling the locks into loose waves that cascaded over your shoulders. A touch of mascara, blush, and pink lip gloss added a soft, girly touch to your makeup.

Just as you were putting the finishing touches on your appearance, a knock sounded at the door. "They're here," your parents called out. You took a deep breath, squared your shoulders, and headed downstairs.

A sleek black limousine was parked at the curb as you exited the porch. The driver, a tall man in a crisp suit, opened the door for you with a polite nod. You slid inside, and the cool leather seats were a welcome relief against the humid summer air.

The ride to the Gojo mansion was short but luxurious. Soft classical music played through the speakers as you leaned back.

What exactly had you gotten yourself into by agreeing to this party?

Before you could dwell too much on that thought, the limo pulled up to the wrought doors of the Gojo mansion. They swung open smoothly, revealing the sprawling grounds beyond. Lights twinkled from the windows of the massive mansion, and you could hear the faint strains of music and chatter drifting in the evening breeze.

The driver opened your door, offering a gloved hand to help you out of the car. You accepted gratefully, smoothing down your dress as you took in the impressive sight before you. You took a fortifying breath and started up the cobblestone path toward the brightly lit entrance.

Satoru was in the middle of charming a group of giggling fangirls when his gaze landed on you, and he froze mid-sentence. Your figure was illuminated by the flickering light of the candelabras lining the grand staircase, your platinum blonde waves cascading down your back as you descended the steps with measured grace.

He forgot how to breathe for a moment, his heart stuttering in his chest as he drank in the sight of you. That sinfully short baby blue dress clung to your every curve, the hem barely skimming the tops of your thighs with each step. The neckline plunged daringly low, offering a tantalizing glimpse of your delicate collarbones and the soft swells of your breasts.

He watched as you reached the bottom of the stairs, your hips swaying hypnotically as you walked towards the main hall. The crowd parted for you like the Red Sea, their gazes following your every move with a mix of envy and appreciation. Satoru felt a surge of possessiveness wash over him, his jaw clenching as he imagined all those hungry eyes devouring your delectable form.

He extricated himself from the group of girls, ignoring their indignant protests as he strode towards you.

"Well, well, well...look who decided to grace us with her presence. Don't you clean up nice, princess? That dress is doing amazing things for your figure."

"Thank you," you replied dryly. "The party seems to be quite lively."

Gojo chuckled, his eyes roaming over your figure with blatant appreciation. "Oh, you haven't seen anything yet. Anyway, come on, let's sit down and have a drink." he purred, his voice dropping to a suggestive rumble. He placed a hand on the small of your back, guiding you towards the bar.

You stiffened at his touch but allowed him to lead you, keeping your expression neutral. You both sat down at the bar seat.

"A cocktail and an orange juice, please," Satoru ordered; after minutes, the bartenders gently gave you the drinks with a smile.

"Here, your drink."

You took the glass with a polite nod and took a small sip of the sweet, fruity concoction. It was delicious. Gojo was drinking only juice.

You've heard he's hypersensitive to alcohol.

Satoru leaned against the bar beside you, one arm draped casually over the counter as he sipped his juice. His piercing blue eyes remained fixed on you.

"So, Y/N. What have you been doing lately? How is your day going?" he asked with a smooth smile. You took another sip of your cocktail, savoring the burst of sweet fruit on your tongue. His question caught you slightly off guard; I'm not used to him making small talk.

"Nothing much," you replied evenly. It's just the usual—school, homework, sports practice. Same old routine." He nodded, though you got the impression that he wasn't listening to your words. His gaze kept straying to your lips, your chest, and the smooth expanse of your thighs revealed by the short hem of your dress.

"Boooriiing." he declared with a dismissive wave of his hand. "You should be out having fun, enjoying yourself. Especially when you look like..." His eyes dragged over your tits. "...this."

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at his blatant flirting. Of course, he would lure you here under false pretenses of friendship only to hit on you like any other girl.

Satoru slowly leaned in closer, his hot breath tickling your ear as he whispered. "Shall we take this somewhere more private? My bedroom's just upstairs..."

His words made your cheeks flush with anger. Is that why he arranged this whole party? To get you alone and try something? The nerve of him!

Suddenly, you stood up and slapped him. Your eyes filled with anger and frustration.

The loud smack of your palm connecting with his cheek echoed through the room, making several people gasp and turn to stare. Satoru recoiled slightly, more from surprise than pain, a red handprint blooming on his pale skin. His eyes widened, then narrowed dangerously as he registered your outburst.

"I thought you only called me here to make up for your mistake. What's the matter with you? Do you think you can get any girl because you're rich and handsome? You cocky piece of shit."

...

"You..." he growled, his blue eyes flashing dangerously. Suddenly, he turned to the bewildered crowd with a fake smile. Said with an amused tone

"Dear guests, this is just a misunderstanding. Please do not disturb yourself, and continue to have fun!"

He grabbed your wrist and dragged you up the stairs. As soon as he turned away from the crowd, his fake smile was replaced by a straight lip, a furrowed brow, and an angry eye.

How dare you humiliate him by slapping him in front of a crowd?

He entered the bedroom with you; you tried to escape his tight grip, but it was futile.

"Let go of me, GOJO! I won't warn you again—AH!

*SLAP*

He slapped you hard, grabbed you by the hair, and threw you on the bed. You landed on the soft mattress with a pained grunt, stars exploding behind your eyes from the force of the harsh slap. Before you could even attempt to get up, Satoru was on you, pinning your wrists above your head with a vice-like grip.

"How dare you humiliate me like that in front of everyone? You should be on my knees for inviting a loser like you to such a luxurious party. And this is how you show your gratitude?" he snarled, his blue eyes burning with fury. His face was mere inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin. "Do you have any idea who I am? Do you have any idea what I can do?"

He punctuated his words, and you squirmed beneath him, trying to twist away from his bruising hold, but he tightened his grip, a vicious smirk twisting his lips.

"Let me go, Gojo!" you spat, struggling to keep the fear out of your voice. "I-I'm gonna make you pay for this—!"

He laughed, a dark, dangerous sound that sent shivers down your spine. "Oh, I'd love to see you try, little girl. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging for my forgiveness."

His hand released your hair and slid down to squeeze your throat tightly, cutting off your airflow. Panic gripped your chest as you gasped for breath, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

"S-Stop," you choked out, scrabbling uselessly at his iron grip. "Stop... I can't...!"

As expected, he showed no mercy, his fingers digging into your windpipe until your vision began to blur and your struggles weakened.

Just as you felt yourself slipping into unconsciousness, he released you, letting you collapse back against the bed, coughing and gasping for air.

You tried to crawl out of bed, but Satoru's strong hand grabbed your ankle, stopping you. God, you were so stubborn. He slapped you again, the sting radiating across your cheek.

"I didn't want to be so hard on you," he taunted, his voice dripping with false sympathy. "But you asked for it."

With that, he roughly ripped off the dress you were wearing, exposing your bare breasts to his hungry gaze. Your eyes widened in shock and fear, realizing what he intended to do.

"No, Gojo, please stop!" you begged, your voice trembling as you attempted to cover yourself.

But Satoru smirked, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure at your distress. He climbed onto the bed and straddled you.

He smirked down at you, his eyes glinting with malicious glee as he mocked your pleas. "You were saying something just now, beautiful? I'll make you pay for this~ this is my last warning~" he mimicked in a high-pitched falsetto, exaggerating the threat you had once made.

His free hand trailed down your side, his nails leaving fire trails in their wake. You shuddered at his touch, bile rising in your throat as you realized the true depths of his depravity. This wasn't just about punishment anymore. This was about power, about breaking you completely.

"P-Please, Gojo," you whimpered, hating the weakness in your voice but unable to stem the tide of fear that threatened to overwhelm you. "Don't do this. I-I'm sorry I slapped you. P-Please, just let me go."

But your words fell on deaf ears. Satoru leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he growled, "Sorry isn't good enough, little girl. Not after the way you embarrassed me in front of everyone. I think it's time I taught you a lesson you won't soon forget."

Satoru's hand moved from your wrists to your chest, his calloused fingers roughly kneading the soft flesh of your breasts. He squeezed them together, pushing them up as if presenting them to himself, and then pinched your nipples hard between his fingers.

"Mmm, such pretty little tits," he purred, his voice dripping with lust. "I've been wanting to get my hands on these since the moment I saw you."

You gasped at the sudden pain, arching your back involuntarily as he continued to torment your sensitive buds. 

Your cries only seemed to turn Satoru on as he leaned over and captured one of your tits between his lips, sucking hard while pinching and kneading the other tit.

He lavished your tits with his tongue, biting down on the tender flesh until you were sure you'd have a mark. After a few moments, he released it with a wet pop, leaving your nipple red and swollen.

Then, with a swift motion, he yanked your underwear down your legs and off. He followed suit, removing his pants to free his massive cock. It sprang out, already hard and throbbing. The sight of it made your eyes widen in horror. There was no way something that big could fit inside you.

It would tear you apart.

"G-Gojo," you whimpered, your voice finally breaking on a sob. "P-Please, don't do this. I-It won't fit. You'll h-hurt me."

Satoru just smirked down at you, grabbing your thighs and spreading your legs apart. "Oh, it'll fit, little girl. And if it doesn't, well... I'm sure you'll stretch nicely."

You lay there helplessly as Satoru positioned himself between your legs, the thick head of his cock prodding at your entrance. Tears streamed down your face as you realized the futility of your situation. He was too strong, too powerful. There was nothing you could do to stop this violation.

The only thing left to do was endure it, to wait for this nightmare to be over. With a grunt, Satoru began to push forward, his massive cock slowly stretching you open. The pain was searing, like being split in two, and you screamed at the intrusion.

"Fuck, you're tight." he groaned, his hips rocking back and forth as he forced himself deeper inside you. "Such a good little slut, taking my cock so well."

Your petite body shook with sobs as he hilted himself thoroughly, his pelvis grinding against yours. He paused for a moment, letting you adjust to his size before he started to move. Each thrust was brutal and punishing as he set a relentless pace.

"That's it, take it," he panted, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise. "Take every inch of my cock. This is what you deserve. To be fucked hard till your body break and put in your place."

All you could do was scream in pain and agony, your tiny body jerking with each harsh thrust.

You managed to choke out between sobs, your fingers digging into the sheets beneath you. "Stop... please, it hurts..."

Gojo just laughed breathlessly, his hips never faltering in their brutal rhythm. "Fufu, what happened? Where's your cocky, disrespectful attitude from before~?"

He leaned down, his teeth sinking into the sensitive skin of your neck. You cried out at the sharp sting, fresh tears spilling down your cheeks. He continued to laugh, the sound cruel and mocking.

"Look at you, reduced to begging for mercy," he taunted, his voice dripping with sadistic glee. "Not so tough now, are you?"

His thrusts grew harder, faster as if spurred on by your pain and distress. The room filled with the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh, mingling with your choked sobs and his grunts of pleasure.

There was no relief, no respite from the agony. He was relentless, pounding into you with inhuman strength and stamina. Each thrust felt like a violent penetration, stretching you beyond your limits.

"P-please..." you whispered brokenly, your struggles weak and ineffective. "No more..."

But your pleas only seemed to excite him further. His movements became more frenzied and feral as he chased his release.

You lay there, utterly spent and exhausted, your eyes tightly closed as you tried to block out the pain and humiliation. Blood and semen oozed from your raw, abused pussy. His thick cum coated your face, tits, and stomach.

As you drifted in and out of consciousness, you heard the unmistakable sound of a camera shutter. Your eyes fluttered open to see Satoru holding up his phone, capturing your ravaged state with a sickening grin.

"Well, that was a good fuck," he purred, zooming in on your swollen, dripping sex. "And believe me, it won't last. From now on, you'll do whatever I want. Unless you want these photos to spread..."

He chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with malice as he examined the images. "You don't want everyone to know what a slut you are, do you?"

You could only whimper weakly in response, your body too battered and broken to even form words. The thought of those photos getting out, of everyone knowing the depths you had sunk to, was almost too much to bear.

Satoru's grin widened at your silence, his fingers flying across his phone screen as he sent the images to an unknown recipient. He knew he held all the cards now and would use them to his advantage.

"Don't worry, pet," he crooned, running a hand over your cum-splattered breast. "As long as you behave, these photos will stay nice and private. But if you even think about defying me again..."

He let the unspoken threat hang in the air, his eyes boring into yours with a promise of retribution. You shuddered under his touch, knowing your fate was now inextricably tied to his whims.

Satoru leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Welcome to your new life, slut. I hope you're ready to serve.

Satoru stood up, his semi-hard cock still dripping with your juices. He walked over to where your head lay, smearing his messy shaft across your face, already cum covered, smearing his cum and your drool over your cheeks. The heady scent of sex filled your nostrils, making you feel even more degraded.

"Now," he purred, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head up. "You can start your new life by cleaning my cock."

He pressed the tip of his dick against your dry lips, the bitter taste of his cum mingling with the salty tang of your fluids. You tried to turn your head away, but his grip was too firm, forcing you to maintain eye contact as he rubbed his cock over your face.

"Open wide, slut." Satoru said harshly, his other hand gripping the base of his shaft and angling it towards your mouth. "I want my cock spotless. And make sure you do a good job if you want the photos to remain private."

[marril96]

Casually Cruel

Chapter 1: Cruel for the Sake of Cruelty

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x reader

Summary: set in WandaVision 1.09. After Agatha's defeat, you beg Wanda not to brainwash her.

You'd told her that this was a horrible idea, but Agatha, ever stubborn, refused to listen, and now you were going to lose her, and you were too frightened to even cry about it.

"It'll be fine," she'd assured you, and, like a fool, you'd believed her.

Or rather indulged her for the bad feeling you'd had about this had never waned, no matter how hard you tried to suppress it, or pretended to do so.

The Avenger, Wanda Maximoff, had created a hex of some sort that was insanely powerful. More powerful than anything you'd ever witnessed, and you've been dating Agatha Harkness for two centuries. More powerful than her.

It had, of course, gotten Agatha's attention.

She wanted this power.

And what she wanted, she got. She took.

She was going to do this with or without you, so you decided to come along, just in case. The entire plan reeked of danger, of tragedy; you weren't going to leave her alone if something were to go wrong. You were nowhere near her power level — no one was, or so you'd thought until now — but two witches were better than one.

Taking over some poor guy's house and mind-controlling him wasn't your idea of fun, even if he did have a hilarious name, but what was even less fun was the role Agatha had chosen for you as the two of you had blended into Wanda's weird sitcom universe.

The bratty, mouthy daughter.

"Absolutely not," was the first thing that had come out of your mouth, but she was adamant that that was how things had to be. Since she was fulfilling the nosy neighbor archetype, there wasn't much else to work with. Your choices were to either be her fake daughter or to not leave the house until this whole charade was over.

So, fake daughter, you were.

It took some time for you to pick up on the era-appropriate slang (so many years had passed since; you barely even remembered what you ate for dinner last night, let alone terminology from decades ago), but Agatha was a good teacher. She made sure your act was almost as perfect as hers.

You hated every moment of it, but getting to insult her while you were in character made up for it. You'd found Agnes telling you, in retort to your rudeness, that you're not too old to bend across her knee particularly amusing. That was the highlight of every day here, actually.

Though, usually, it was Agatha bent across your knee instead of the other way around. A barking dog who liked to get bit.

She ended up getting bit for real.

You'd tried to change her mind, tried to convince her it wasn't worth it, hell, had even offered sex in exchange for getting the hell out of here, but she was dead set on getting whatever power it was that Wanda Maximoff had.

Chaos magic, it had turned out.

Wanda Maximoff was the Scarlet Witch.

Agatha was so fucked.

You'd stayed out of the fight. Agatha had assured you she could handle it. All you had ro do was watch and admire her handiwork.

Instead, you almost ended up weeping.

Almost for you didn't dare let any tears fall lest you crumble to pieces right then and there.

Agatha was close to victory, but Wanda had outsmarted her. She had gotten the upper hand and had turned the tables, sucking Agatha dry of all the power she'd amassed over the centuries.

"Good girl," Agatha said as Wanda lowered her to the ground, near where you were standing.

On her knees, she looked pitiful, like a wounded puppy. All you wanted to do was scoop her up and hold her and never let her go. Never let anyone lay a hand on her again.

Yes, she had started the fight, and yes, she hadn't listened to you, but you couldn't be mad at her. Not for long. Not when she was so vulnerable, barely a step above a normal human.

It wasn't right.

It wasn't fair.

You supposed something like this was bound to happen eventually. She was bound to come across one who would wipe the floor with her and make her their bitch. You just didn't think it would happen now.

"So, what now?" Agatha asked, feigning nonchalance. Trying — and failing, desperately so — to put on as brave a face as she could, when you knew for a fact she was a mess on the inside. A mess you'd already started making plans to take care of. "You just gonna lock me up somewhere?"

Over your dead body.

"No. Not somewhere," Wanda said, disgustingly pleased with herself. "Here."

Agatha was confused, as were you. "Here?"

"Mmhmm. I'll give you the role you chose. The nosy neighbor."

Blood ran cold in your veins. She couldn't possibly be saying what you thought she was saying. She wouldn't do that. She couldn't.

She was a hero.

Heroes didn't kick people while they were down.

Heroes weren't cruel.

Agatha was mortified. "No. Please."

Your heart broke at how small, how utterly helpless she was. The Agatha you knew didn't beg. She didn't plead. She wasn't terrified to the bone.

She wasn't powerless.

"I'm sorry," Wanda said, even though she was clearly not.

Agatha called her out on it. "No, you're not. You're cruel."

Wanda ignored her, smirk proudly plastered over her mouth.

And people thought Agatha was a monster.

Unable to watch any further, swallowing the fear, the utmost despair that coiled inside you, you stepped in front of Agatha before Wanda could reach her. Your arms spread wide, covering her. Shielding her. Protecting her, if only momentarily.

"Wanda, please," you said, voice cracking.

Wanda didn't care. "Get out of my way."

A brave tear escaped down your cheek. "Please, don't do this. She's all I have."

"She should have thought of that before she tried to kill me," Wanda said coldly.

"Yes, she should have. She shouldn't have attacked you." She should have fucking listened to you. "That doesn't make doing this to her right."

As an alleged hero, she should know that.

There was defeating an enemy, and then there was torture.

Heroes didn't do that.

Not even you and Agatha did that.

Wanda scowled. "Doesn't it?"

So much for the esteemed hero.

Your eyes pricked with newly blooming tears. Your heart quickened. "Please. I promise you, she won't bother you again. I'll make sure of it."

"What makes you think your promises mean anything to me?"

"They may mean nothing to you, but…" They meant everything to you. To Agatha. "I love her too much to lose her. She knows that. And she knows what's at stake now."

Wanda pondered on it for a moment. "Am I supposed to forget what she did to me?"

You did worse, you thought, but didn't dare say it out loud. She'd enslaved an entire town. Made them live through her nightmares. Stole their children away from them.

Nothing Agatha did to her could compare to the trauma she's inflicted on these people.

"No. You have every right to hate her," you said. "Please, just… don't take her from me. Please."

"You could keep her company here, if you want," Wanda said, threat clear in her voice.

She could brainwash you and Agatha together.

A chill shot through you, straight to the bone. "I've done nothing to you."

"You came here with her." Okay. Fair point. "If you want to stay with her," Wanda continued, "I can arrange that. It's your choice."

"Is that something you want your kids to see? Their mother torturing people?" you asked. Two could play this game.

"Leave my children out of this!" Wanda snapped.

You'd hit a nerve.

"You're involving them by doing this in front of them."

She looked back at her boys, huddled at their father's side.

"You tortured this entire town, and now you want to torture Agatha," you kept on, having gathered your last remnants of courage. Of hope that the woman you loved could still be saved. "With the town, at least it wasn't on purpose." Not from the beginning, anyway. "But doing it to her? That is on purpose."

Wanda turned back to you. Red rimmed her eyes, the same shade as her outfit. Tears threatening to break free.

"No child should see their mother do that," you told her.

Silence befell you as Wanda stared, first at you and then at the ground, lost in thought. Going through your words one by one. Trying to think back a suitable retort, but none were coming to mind.

She knew you were right.

God, you hoped she knew you were right.

You'd promised Agatha, a long time ago, that you would always have her back, and you intended to make good on it. You wouldn't let the Scarlet Witch lay another finger on her — not without a fight.

If she killed you, so be it.

At the very least, Agatha would know you were telling the truth. She would know that you weren't one of the people who would stab her in the back while promising her loyalty.

She would know that she was right to trust you.

Finally, without meeting your gaze, after what seemed like forever, Wanda said, "Get her out of my face."

You gasped. "You mean…?"

"Get her out of here." She looked at Agatha cowering behind you, face contorted with venom. "I better not see you again. You know what's coming if I do."

A relief like you'd never felt before lifted off your shoulders. You were weightless, lighter than a feather.

Wanda was letting Agatha go. The woman you loved was going to be okay.

You'd managed to keep your word.

You didn't let her down.

Not wanting to waste another second, worried that Wanda was going to change her mind, you reached out for Agatha's hand and pulled her to her feet. Your arms were around her before she managed to steady herself, your magic sparkling, blooming from your fingertips. With a swift thought of, Up, you leapt up into the air.

Agatha held on to you like she never had before. For safety. For dear life. Her heart running marathons against your chest.

"It's okay," you told her as you flew higher, higher, higher, as far away as you could from this awful place. From the woman who'd almost taken her from you. "I got you. You're safe."

A circle opened up in the hex, a farewell gift from Wanda for the two of you. The final get-the-fuck-out.

You happily obliged. No hesitation, no looking back.

You never wanted to see her or Westview again.

"Y/N…" Agatha said weakly. Meekly. So unlike her.

A wordless thank you.

It broke your heart.

"I love you. I hope you know that." You nuzzled the crook of her neck. Kissed her hair. "I'd do anything for you."

Even confront an unhinged witch with power alike that of a deity.

Agatha's grip on you tightened. I know, the gesture said. Me, too.

Though, going forwards, it was going to be up to you to make sure the two of you were safe. Until she got at least a tiny fraction of her power back.

You hoped you were up to the challenge.

*****

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Next chapter.

[tales-from-elysivm]

Jinx x f!reader and their first kiss, date, time, fight, all that couple stuff short little pieces of girlies being cute

★。／ get jinxed ＼。★

pairing: jinx x f!reader

fandom: arcane

word count: 1,612

tw: canon typical swearing/slang, some light spoiler warnings, and some suggestive/NSFW content! MDNI!

notes: this is a fic i am really excited for! Thank you again for the request anon! It was really fun to write, and i got through it pretty quickly to be perfectly honest because of that haha. Not proofread because im tired, and i have no shame :D enjoy!

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➼ first date with jinx 

You worked under Silco delivering shimmer across Zaun. Of course, you knew you shouldn’t have been doing this, it could get you arrested without question and you’d find yourself in Stillwater. But it paid well, and working so closely with the Eye of Zaun meant you didn’t have to worry as much about danger in Zaun. People saw you as a god-send, you gave them their weekly hit, if anything, the danger made them respect you. 

It was during this time that you met Jinx, while picking up your next delivery of shimmer from Silco’s warehouse. She had been there to speak with him privately about some arson issue that happened in Piltover. You had heard briefly about a lanky, blue-haired girl that would build bombs in the open space beneath the warehouse, but it was rare that anyone had ever seen her. But you managed. Somehow.

She intercepts you on your trade route, setting bombs off in the street just across from one of your clients. Jinx claims to recognise you from skulking around the warehouse. And at some point her chaotic energy and her strange inability to sit still seems to lull you into some sense of security. She’s just the perfect idea of unpredictability that you needed in your otherwise boring Zaunite lifestyle. (Though you were very lucky, all things considered.)

Your first date is a simple diner one. At first, you didn’t even know it was a date, just that she wanted to do something fun with you. She takes you in to meet her favourite bartender Chuck, who seems to almost slink beneath the counter when she drags you in. I feel like Jinx would give you a little monkey bomb as a gift for your first date - though it isn’t set, it’s pretty harmless. Other than that she bombards you with strange bursts of Jinx-aligned humour, and rambles at length about her various inventions, promising to take you down to her workshop to show you everything, while tightly gripping your fingers with chipped blue nails. 

And something in those bright, blue eyes makes you think that maybe this unpredictability could be quite fun. 

‘Don’t ya get bored frownin’ like that?’ jinx drums her nails on her glass, the clinking echoing throughout the empty bar. It was quite odd, you reckon, for it to be this quiet, but maybe its just jinx. 

In her own way of trying to get a smile out of you she starts spouting some random jokes. Tries telling her own funny stories. They all mostly revolve around bombs or explosive presentations she’s organised at piltover events. Mainly the absurdity of it all gets a laugh out of you, or you just smile at the giddy, child-like happiness you see in her eyes. Something that seems so pure (ignoring the fact that she’s probably an arsonist and on several watchlists)

‘There ya go!’ she cheers, grabbing onto your hands and interlacing your fingers. You think maybe you should paint your nails too to match her, see if it makes her happy. ‘You look so much prettier with a smile, trinket’

➼ first kiss with jinx 

It was after your third or fourth date that you ended up spending your free time in the warehouse. Jinx begins showing you all the new inventions she’s making, and all her designs for cartoony monkey bombs, you even help her draw out a few, including a cutesy little cat one that she isn’t as fond of, but she still makes one for you. 

Most of your relationship consists of Jinx making you little trinkets, like keychains, safe bombs, little bracelets and rings, and strange, misshapen sculptures made of leftover metal pieces. 

She loves you, in a very Jinx-way. She’s touchy but never very pushy. Long hugs, cuddles on a couch that she has balancing on a metal propellor in her warehouse, letting you braid her hair when she’s tired (please brush her hair, she will melt, and she needs some softness), holding hands in Zaun or dragging you to her private meetings with Silco. Whether you like it or not, you have the Eye of Zaun as an adopted father figure now. He isn’t quite sure what to think about it either. 

It is one of those cuddle sessions, after she is plagued by the voices that taunt her, that you end up just holding her face into your neck and sitting with her. These are the most important to her, like she can feel safe for once. 

‘Thank ya toots,’ she curls around you, straddling your lap and looking down on you with an innocent pout on her face. You don’t have to ask what she’s thanking you for, this has become a pretty regular occurrence. 

In her moment of calmed silence, you untie one of her braids and begin to brush through her long, blue locks with your fingers. She immediately melts into your hands, leaning forward to lean into your chest, gazing up at you. 

‘I feel like ya deserve somethin,’ she says absently, tapping her chin with one nail. Then a mischievous smile crosses her lips. ‘C’mere!’

She eagerly grabs your cheeks, barely giving you a second to register what’s happening before she smushes your faces together. Her lips are chapped, but her kiss is so enthusiastic that you have to take a moment before returning it. Your hand grips her hair in between tight fingers. 

The rest of your cuddle sesh is spent with soft, hurried kisses.

➼ first fight with jinx 

You don’t often fight with Jinx, you don’t like to yell at her or be upset, and watch her usually gleeful expression drop into that of a kicked puppy. But you were worried about her this time. 

She had gone up to piltover against Silco’s wishes again, most likely to stir up trouble, so he decided to send you after her to drag her back to Zaun. When you had gotten there however, you found only the debris of her explosions, the spraypaint she loved, clouds of coloured smoke, and guards everywhere. 

And no Jinx.

No sign of her or where she could be, you had no choice but to return to Zaun before you got dragged into the oncoming investigation, empty-handed. You spend the rest of the day worrying over where she might be in her workshop, sitting with your head in your hands on the couch. Is she hurt? Captured? She could be dead for all you know.

So when she shows up again, seemingly ignorant to how long she has been gone or the stress she has caused, you can’t help but raise your voice, crying about how you had expected the worst. You scream back and forth for a bit before she leaves you to burn off her energy.

‘Hey trinket,’ the door to her warehouse screeches open, and she stands in the entrance, looking at you as you sit on the couch, barely even looking at her. ‘Ya still mad at me?’

She sighs when she doesn’t get a response, coming close to wipe at the dried tear-stains on your cheeks, setting down her tools and her guns to favour your face between her hands. Jinx makes sure you can see only her.

‘I’m sorry i vanished, i didnt mean to scare ya, honest.’ she pulls you down to lean into her shoulder, still stroking your cheeks with her fingers. ‘Can ya forgive me, trinket? I’ll make it up to ya, i promise.’

Jinx cuddles with you on the couch for the rest of the day, showering you in kisses at your request. Safe to say, you can’t stay mad at her for very long at all.

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➼ first time with jinx 

Jinx has always loved touching you, whether it’s a hand on your knee, an arm around your shoulder, or a hug from behind. She just loves to be close to you. But when you begin talking about the idea of sex with her she immediately jumps on the idea (and probably jumps on you as soon as you bring it up, you only barely manage to drag her somewhere private)

She’s an enthusiastic lover in all things, of course. Fucking you isn’t going to be any different. But she’s gentle the first time, despite it all, she doesn’t really know what she’s doing, i don’t think Silco really prepared her for intimate relationships. 

But still, having sex with Jinx is amusing, its not serious, always cracking little jokes or tickling each other and finding little ways to be comfortable with the process. You can’t really find it in you to be nervous. 

She’d start slowly with you though, if you wanted, just to make you comfortable <3 

‘God trinket, ya look s’ pretty like this for me,’ she’s already slightly breathless, skirting her hands and dragging her chipped nails over your ribs. She lays you down on the couch in her warehouse, sitting between your thighs, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes.

‘Ya feel alright?’ she checks in occasionally, just to be sure. 

But she lets her hands wander at the same time, she can tell you aren’t going to say no just by the look in your eyes, urging her to continue. She lets her hands travel over your stomach and down in between your thighs, but she doesn’t hurry where you need her. No, she prefers to tease you. Just a little bit to get you squirming. 

When she does finally reach your core, dipping her fingers in between your folds, does she finally let up and give you what you want.

[gogotti]

Simon “Ghost” Riley/Fem! Reader NSFW

Thinking thoughts…..thinking so many thoughts. This is very self indulgent btw 😚 (that’s why it’s she/her instead of “you”). This also isn’t my typical style I just wrote this out so fast cause I NEEDED this to live in more than just my head lmfao

Warnings: ghost being kinda weird, obsessed!Ghost, breeding mentions, reader gets head, massage with evil intentions lmfao, this man is way to happy to have a wife

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Ghost who’s just a bit too obsessed with the new seargent on the team, who constantly makes sure he’s the one who delivers her paperwork so he can point out the silly little decorations in her office, just so he can learn the name of her desk pets or hear the story behind the figurines and funkos strewn about. He makes sure to get her favorite coffee order once he learns what it is (he definitely didn’t snoop around in her morning trash after kindly offering to take it out), and always makes sure to get some snacks along with it.

He stands a bit too close to her and makes her look up at him over the rims of her glasses- she looks so pretty batting her lashes up at him (she’s literally just blinking). It gets to the point that he leans over her desk while she’s typing away, so focused on her work but making sure to look at him every once in a while as he rants about god knows what. Speaking of, shes so much shorter than him so he gets away with staring at her lips as she rants about some pissy lieutenant on base or the recruits she has to train. He makes sure he doesn’t get caught lecturing them or yelling their ears off in her honor.

He absolutely starts picking up some of her slang and using it mid sentence just to see her face twist in confusion when he uses it wrong or amusement because he uses it at all. Absolutely pretends to not hear her say something just so he can hear the frustration in her pretty voice as she repeats it for the 3rd time (he’s ears aren’t what they used to be, love, that’s all). Loves aggravating her, misplacing things in her office, eating the last of her snacks, all so he can hear how angry she gets when she notices or how whiny she gets when she sees the wrapper in the trash. (Dammit Johnny, how could you do that to her?)

It all begins to overflow when they’re assigned an undercover mission together, newlyweds in a nice gated neighborhood. Unfortunately for them the security feeds in the house are all monitored by the very people they’re trying to expose, so not only do they have to be all lovey dovey in public but also behind closed doors. He takes the news so much better than she (or Laswell for that matter) thought he would and he makes it very very apparent on the drive there that he’s going to make her feel oh so special. He doesn’t hesitate to book hair and lash appointments, he wouldn’t dare forget her nails either (especially not her toes, he’s definitely making sure he has something pretty to suck on).

He knows his restraint is gonna be tested when she greets him at the front door after work, the house smelling like a good home cooked meal, and a pretty apron still tied around her waist. It takes everything in him to not bend her over the countertop and take her when she starts making his plate, all he can do is slowly untie her apron and place it to the side, thanking all the higher powers for his patience.

He can’t stop himself when he comes home late one night, exhausted from hard labor and finding her laid out so nicely on their bed, one of his shirts covering her slightly, just enough for her pretty panties to peak out from underneath. He just plops himself down on her legs and feigns giving her a massage, ignoring her protests that she should be giving him the massage. He lies through his teeth about knowing all the chores she did, and being so proud and thankful and oop…

Well of course he’s gonna be hard when she’s making all those pretty noises as he gets that nasty knot out of her lower back, and he’s also so pent up because he’s been so stressed lately from work and today was extra hard because of this, that, and the third. It doesn’t take long for him to start humping her like a fucking animal, grunting and growling as his stiff cock soaks his work pants with precum. God, her ass is so soft and he could only let the mental image of the recoil fuel his desire further; now hooking an arm under her plump waist and pulling her into him harder than necessary but how else would he give her a sneak peak of what he’s gonna give her later. He knew his cum was leaking through and soaking her panties and he couldn’t give less of a fuck, the only thing crossing his mind was the thought of the little wet spot she’d have herself.

Well, he’d definitely think about making it worse as he ate her out through her panties, listening to his pretty little pup’s whines as she begged him to take them off, to play with his puppy the right way. He couldn’t tell her no, god he’d be so good at following orders, ripping off her underwear so quick and going to town on her pretty cunt. He would make the most obscene noises, all the slurping and sucking, his heavy pants as his tounge greedily lapped at her pussy (you’d think he was the pup with the whines he’d let out when she shoved his head closer).

He’d make her cum three, four times with his tounge, all while pathetically humping the bed. He’d bury himself in her cunt, finally letting her close her thick thighs around his head and suffocate him while he came hard. He isn’t finished of course, now he needs to bury his fat cock in her, make sure he doesn’t waste his next load becuase he needs to breed his pretty wife. So what, if this was a 4 month mission, she signed the papers, fake names or not, she was his pretty little housewife. He wouldn’t stop if she was tired, hell he was fucking exhausted already but none of that mattered, she needed to be satisfied, filled to the brim with cum because he can’t believe he made his wife wait this long for a good ol’ fashioned fucking. He should have fucked her stupid the day he brought her home, all wrapped up in that pretty wedding dress that hugged every single last one of her curves in a way that made him fist his cock that night in the shower.

He’d repay his debts, make sure her cunt was filled as she fell asleep next to him. Then he’d kiss her puffy pussy in the morning, whispering meaningless apologies because he was NOT sorry; he’d make her breakfast in bed and make sure to bring a painkiller on the way back to their room, he could only imagine how sore her thighs were too.