#but it just didn't work and always looked silly

[takethelx3]

They're at a cafe on a rainy day bc.. I want to sit at a cafe w someone and just vibe tgt

[woozivrsefactry]

l.sm — your own sweet sex-god

pairing : bsf!lee seokmin x reader synopsis : you did not expect to witness your otherwise seokmin's heavenly body tonight. you also didn't think you'd end up in his bed. tho, you're not complaining about it. w.c. : 2.1 k tw : oral (m rec), dirty talking, mentions of breakup, mentions of dk's hookup, very explicit description of dk's body (yes its a warning), subby seokmin, cum swallowing

The breakup didn’t hurt as much as it bruised your pride. You’d seen it coming from a mile away; in truth, you'd expected to be the one to call it off. But here you were, newly single, dumped, and, oddly, more aggravated than heartbroken. Frustration simmered under your skin, and in that moment, all you wanted was to vent to Seokmin, your best friend, the one person who could make everything right with his warm smile and endless patience. So, with little thought, you found yourself heading to his place unannounced.

When Seokmin answered the door, though, all thoughts of your ex fell away in a heartbeat.

He was…different. Shirtless, firstly, his bare torso, shining with a thin layer of sweat in the dim light of the hallway, just open and out there for you to gawk at. Your eyes began at his broad shoulders, down his sharp collarbones, lingering over his chocolatey nipples decorating his pecs, the defined lines of his abs -- he'd been really working lately, and it was showing now -- and of his sharp v dissapearing inside the elastic of his loosely hung grey sweat. god, those grey sweats, that as you ogled further, made obvious of the line of his dick (and god, that was BIG), and hence, the obvious lack of his underwear. you stared a second longer before your eyes snapped back up to his eyes.

Seokmin’s eyes widened as he realized who was standing there, and his lips turned up in that familiar, disarming smile. “O-oh, uhm, hey… What brings you here?”

You tried to summon the words you’d rehearsed in your head, but suddenly they felt silly. The whole “I-just-got-dumped-and-I’m-annoyed” speech faded away as you took in the Seokmin in front of you—powerfully attractive, and clearly freshly sexed with how good he smelled right now. The disheveled girl you’d passed in the lobby made sense now, and somehow, that knowledge made you feel…jealous?

It surprised you how badly you wanted to know if she meant something to him.

He seemed oblivious to your racing thoughts and gestured for you to come in. “I’ll get you a drink. Come in, relax.”

Seokmin moved to his bedroom to grab a shirt, -- you'd lie if you said you didn't stare at his beautifully plump ass as he turned his back to you-- leaving you momentarily alone in the living room, your mind still reeling. It wasn’t the time or place to entertain the fantasies that started to swirl in your head—images of those strong hands on you, that laugh as he held you close, your fingers running along his jawline and his against your something else. But it was difficult not to feel the pull of attraction, now almost impossible to ignore.

He returned, looking a little more like the Seokmin you knew, wearing a simple pastel henley shirt. But every time your eyes flicked to his lips or the lingering sight of his toned body, the air between you felt charged with something new.

“Alright,” he said, handing you a warm cup of tea and giving you his full attention. “What happened?”

You tried to recount the breakup, but even to your ears, it sounded flat, a half-hearted retelling of events that didn’t truly matter anymore. Every time you glanced his way, your eyes kept lingering over his features, imagining his hands on your skin. You barely registered the comforting words he offered about how you “deserved so much better” and that your ex was clearly clueless to let you go.

Eventually, you found yourself retreating to the guest room—your room, as Seokmin always called it, since he kept it prepared just for you, cozy and warm. You tried to shake off the vivid daydreams filling your mind as you lied down on the bed, but it was no use. After what felt like hours of tossing and turning, your hands inside your pants, an attempt (and failing) to quell the ache that had only grown stronger with every new thought of Seokmin.

But it wasn’t enough. Nothing seemed to ease the tension building inside you, not when every thought was filled with Seokmin’s face, his body, his touch. If only he was touching you with his own fingers.

Frustrated, you found yourself standing, almost as if on autopilot, and made your way to his bedroom. You hesitated for just a moment, but the need inside you pushed you forward. Seokmin glanced at you from his bed and before either of you knew, you were on top of him, your knees trapping his hips on either side, your hands pinning his, your faces close. he didn't stop you. you took that as sign to lean in closer and felt his breath hitch, his heart eating faster, eyes wide as your hair brushed against the side of his face. "y/n..."

“God, Seokmin,” you whispered, "whats wrong with me. why are you making me so damn wet..."

"I-i?" His question was so stupid. Of course him. Of course its him with that fucking sex-god body. His knee raised, thigh proding between your legs, making you whine.

"Yes, you. You are the one whos made me this wet, and now you need to take care of it."

Thats the only words seokmin needed before he flips you over on your back, getting on top of you. "Can I?"

the audacity to even ask that. You didnt bother an answer, just pulled him by the neck, capturing his lips with yours. He moaned in your mouth. you both kissed each other with such passion that made you wonder if Seokmin had thought of kissing you like this before. you two looked less like kissing and more like two snakes trying to bite into each other's mouth. when he pulled away, it was only to breathe, because you both did forget to breathe with how hot that kiss was.

You took that chance to flip him back. you began kissing down his neck, down his shoulders, making him moan and gasp and yelp everytime you bit too hard. you sucked on the would and licked it nastily, marking him yours with how dark the marks were gonna get. you pulled his shirt off and threw it aside, almost with anger, because how dare his shirts hide that god-bod from you for so long. you instantly bit his nipples, making seokmin gasp, fingers tightening in your hair. you licked over his nipple again, relishing in the sweat and metal-y taste.

you continued biting and licking and kissing and marking him, moving lower and lower till you reached the hem of his sweats. you looked up at him with half lidded eyes as you slid your tongue along his hardened length through the fabric of his sweats,watching his head throwing back with a gasp. "God, Seokmin, you're so damn slutty, still not wearing any underwear. You must wanna flaunt this to me, don't you?"

you gave a oen mouthed kiss over his crotch, wetting the fabric and making it even thinner.

"I-i, no, fuck. y/n, ngh, s-slow down." he was beyond forming coherent words as you sucked over his length from over his sweats, the taste of his precum almost immediately hitting your tongue. "Feel so good, aah-"

His words faded into a soft gasp as you pressed your lips over him again, just firm enough to make him shiver, his resolve unraveling with every slow, deliberate touch. Each press of your mouth felt electric, like a spark building between you both, until he was gripping the edge of the bed, breath catching in shallow bursts.

When you finally hooked your fingers into the waistband of his sweats and began to pull them down, his anticipation was palpable. His length was hard and flushed, wet with your spit and his precum that leaked enough to make it look like he already came, and you felt a surge of confidence seeing how much he was affected by you. you took him whole in your mouth, going down on him till you could feel his tip hitting the back of your throat.

He groaned, his hands curling in the sheets, and you could feel every inch of his reaction, his muscles tensing under your touch. With every movement, every teasing glide, he became more and more undone, his breathing shallow and quick. you bobbed your head up and down, the obscene gurgling noise loud as you swallowed around him. He came soon, down your throat without any warning except the exceptionally loud and beautifully broken cry from his mouth. you coughed as you pulled out, grinning mischievously as you opened your mouth and showed him that you drank it all up.

Seokmin’s chest heaved, his eyes barely open as he lay there, still catching his breath. But you weren’t about to let him rest. Without a word, you moved over him, your fingers of one hand grazing his shoulders, holding him down as you settled in his lap, your other hand holding his dick up as you sat on it. His body was still sensitive, and the moment you pressed your hips down, a soft, helpless sound escaped him.

"Sensitive much, Minnie?” you murmured, leaning close, a hint of mischief in your tone. His cheeks flushed, but he couldn’t look away, his hands instinctively coming to your hips as he tried to steady himself, clearly caught off guard by your boldness.

But you weren’t giving him a moment to adjust. As you moved, he let out a moan, his hands gripping your waist a little tighter, unable to keep himself from reacting to every movement. His eyes were hazy, completely overwhelmed, and as you leaned down, your fingers found their way into his hair, tugging just enough to make him look up at you.

“By the way,” you whispered, a teasing smile playing on your lips. “Who was the girl in the elevator earlier? A girlfriend? Casual fling? A friend with benefits I don't know about?”

His eyes went wide, and you saw a flicker of nervousness there, breath hitching as he tried to answer. “N-no, it was a tinder match. We just… It was nothing serious, just…you know…” His voice trailed off, his cheeks turning pinker as he tried to find the words. "Some handsy stuff, that's all."

Your smirk grew, and you gave his hair another gentle tug, making him meet your gaze fully. “Nothing serious, huh?” You leaned down, your voice a whisper against his lips. “You're such a slut, baby, getting two girls in your bed in the same night, and still being so needy.”

That comment had him flustered, his cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red as he stammered out something incoherent, his hips betraying him as they jerked upward instinctively. "Y-you're the one fucking your best friend the first night after your b-breakup!" Seokmin attempted to fight back, but it was still useless, and it made you chuckle cruelly. It was clear he was lost to the moment, every word from you pulling him deeper under your spell, his reactions belying just how much he was enjoying the teasing.

You didn’t let up, watching as he tried to hold back his reactions, utterly captivated by you, his every breath quickening as you took full control of the moment. Each movement, each teasing word left him completely at your mercy, a sight you could get used to.

You leaned back, riding him faster, earning a stuttering long whimper from him. His fingers reached between your legs, touching your clit to bring you as close to orgasm as he was. His other hand slipping upwards, grabbing one of your boobs gently squeezing.

"Y-y/n! Nghh- I am cumming again." Seokmin said, eyes shut of embarrassment, cheeks flushed and chest heaving. You would tease his state more, if not for how close to cumming you were yourself. "I wanna cum with you."

Your hips rolled faster, seokmin's own hips jerking up to meet yours, impatient. With a shared guttereal moan you both came. You collapsed on his chest, your hips still rolling slowly, riding out the waves of pleasure.

You lazily looked up at Seokmin. Red swollen lips, sweaty blushed cheeks and droopy eyes staring back at you. Face fucked. As much as you loved your sweet, innocent-looking best friend Seokmin, you could do get used to this version of him. Maybe have something more with him.

[bringbackmaes14]

I don't think it's ever reasonable to stop interacting with minors. Sociologically, it's really important for people in different age groups (or generations) to interact with each other. That means people who are 17 and 36 or 45 and 84 or 3 and 52, whatever the age difference. It helps us build language and uphold a sense of community, and it's also important to interact with people of all ages to learn new and different things about the world. A Baby Boomer might be able to tell a Gen Z person about things they remember from the Civil Rights Movement in the United States that aren't commonly taught in the school system, and vice versa, maybe the Gen Z person learned something about the Civil Rights Movement in their high school history class from a document that was found discovered in the 80s that the Baby Boomer had never heard of. And you can learn all kinds of things at any age from any person! For instance, statistically, how many adults do you think are learn facts about dinosaurs or bugs from people their own age? Probably most of the dinosaur or bug facts that they hear/learn are from children who in turn learned it from adults on TV or online. It's all a cycle of learning!!!

That's not to say that kids/minors and adults don't need their own separate spaces to exist with their peers, but I think if you turn 18 and you say "okay I'm never going to willingly interact with minors again unless I become a parent or choose a job that requires me to interact with them" then you're losing out on a lot of learning and a lot of community. And you don't even have to like kids/teens! I personally don't particularly like children, but I don't necessarily go out of my way to avoid interacting with them if the opportunity arises either (there are a lot of little kids in my neighborhood who like to ring my doorbell and ask if they can pet my cats and sometimes I have to tell them I'm busy but there have been occasions where I'll let one or two hang out for a minute to pet the cats with their parents' permission, and while hanging out I've found that each of the kids is very endearing in their own way)!

As far as online spaces go, I think the "minors dni" label is silly. For the above stated reasons but also because it doesn't truly work. I believe that (if we're just talking about Tumblr) blogs that are going to post a lot of NSFW things should advertise their blog as such, but it should be kind of the same as the warning on AO3, y'know the one that's like "hey you've clicked on a work that includes mature topics and we just wanna make sure you know that before you proceed, just go ahead and hit yes or no". I'm not saying we should just give minors free access to all things NSFW but like, what teen in the age of computers didn't look up videos or pictures that they weren't supposed to? We've all heard the "yes of course I'm over 18 years of age but just to be safe I'm going to set my birth year as 1934" bullshit. I definitely did stuff like that as a kid when I wanted to access an age restricted website.

Overall, it's probably not gonna stop minors if you have a "minor dni" tag on your blog. And it's up to us non-minor folks to teach those minors Internet safety and decorum. Teach them to check their sources. Teach them how to keep their information private. Teach them reading comprehension. Teach them to look out for warning signs like "NSFW" or "18+" and how to filter tags or posts that might trigger them. Teach them that if a post is properly tagged with all the appropriate trigger warnings and they looked at it and it triggered them, that's not the creator's fault; it is everyone's own job to curate their social media experience and social media works the same way as fanfiction: if you don't like it you don't have to interact with it. It's literally as simple as backing out of the page. Most of all, teach them that they do not have to be afraid of adults or minors on the Internet. Yes, of course there are always going to be scary people on the Internet and a lot of them are adults, but what I mean by the previous statement, especially in a fandom heavy space like Tumblr, is interact with people outside your age range! Get different perspectives on your blorbos! Learn that the Internet, fandom, and the world, are not just for young people, because no matter what age we are, we're all people. Senior citizens are people. Preteens are people. Newborns are people. And ultimately, I highly doubt you will ever run into a single person, online or face to face, that you will learn nothing from. You could learn something from them as huge as astrophysics. You could learn something as small (but just as important) as the name someone chose for their pet fish and what it means to them.

Always keep learning, as long as you are able.

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[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

a day in the life where everyone tries to win reader over, maybe they heard reader mention something like how they can't stand an annoying relative asking them about a relationship over the holidays, or trying to get her the best gift?

ps i love your writing, i read it like my morning paper

A Day in Life: Christmas, Presents and Revelations

Synopsis: A day in your life full of good Christmas presents, propositions and secrets.

Pairing: Yandere!Justice League X Assistant!Gn!Reader

Tw: Implied stalking; Calling someone a manwhore; Karens in the family with traditional and conservative ideals and miserable lives; Mentions of past cheating; Mentions of past Bucky Barnes X reader; Is Hal Jordan slowly getting his redemption arc?; Slightly implied horny Reader; English is not my first language.

Word count: 2,2k

Requested? Yup.

General masterlist | A Day in Life - Series masterlist

— And it's just so annoying, like, sometimes I literally don't want to show up on these things, but I don't want to leave my mom there alone with my dad’s family. — You huffed. — My auntie’s too concerned about my romantic life, like her husband didn't get other three women pregnant at the same time she got pregnant and only married her because he would have to marry one of the four girls. — You shook your head while your co-worker laughed. — And you know what's worse? I told everyone I had a boyfriend, but Bucky cheated on me, and I didn't tell them that yet, so she's gonna think I lied and mock me like the middle-aged Regina George she is!

Unknown to you, certain people were listening, and silently, each one of them made a decision.

Your last day at work before Christmas, you were getting ready to go home, pack and take the road, when someone knocked on your office door. You looked up, seeing no other than Martian Manhunter at your door, holding a present.

— How can I help? — You hid your gritted teeth behind a polite tone.

— I came here to follow the Earth tradition of Christmas and give my loved one a present. — He stopped in front of you with a soft smile and extended the gift in your direction. You hesitated.

— You didn't have to… — You cautiously took the present from his hand.

— I also have a proposition for you. — And there it comes. — I couldn't help but overhear earlier that you were in need of a partner for a meeting with your family. — You wanted to facepalm. — I could be that person. — You sighed.

— I can't show up with an alien superhero. — You crossed your arms with a pointed look.

— As you know, I'm a shapeshifter. — You watched as he changed his appearance to look like multiple different kind of people, one moment he was a tall blonde man, the next, a black girl with braids, then an asian young guy, and so on, meaning he could look however you wanted him to. — And you can call me by whatever name you choose, even the name I adopted here on Earth… J’onn J’onnes. — He settled for his usual green alien appearance. — You widened your eyes at his confession, thinking “oh, shit”.

— Uhh…

— While you think about it, open my present, darling. — He gently pushed the present in your direction again and you, still wordless, obeyed, while mentally searching for a way out of this.

You cleared your throat and teared the paper. The feeling of destroying the wrapping paper of gifts always made you feel a little embarrassed, as if the beautiful wrapping itself was the present and you were being rude by tearing it apart. It was a silly thought.

As you finished, you found out he gave you a comic book from your favorite hero. It made you excited, but you couldn't show it much.

— Oh wow, thank you… — You coughed. — Can't even imagine how you knew it was my favorite… — You internally rolled your eyes. — Anyway, about your offer- — Another knock interrupted you, and you both looked at the door. Aquaman was there with another present in hand.

He looked suspiciously from you to the other hero and stepped forward, then focused on you.

— Whatever offer he gave you, I give you one better. Take a king to meet your family, darling. — He smirked and offered you his present. You ignored what he said, settled the comic on your desk, and opened his present. It was a necklace with charms related to the beach, like some shells, pears and fishes, all made of your favorite metal. You pursed your lips, not waiting to admit to yourself that it was pretty and you liked it more than you thought you would, just like the last gift.

— Thank you. And about your offer, I can't exactly do that. You can imagine why. — He shrugged.

— Well, you can simply take me as your completely human lighthouse keeper, Arthur. — He smirked and wrapped your shoulders with his left arm. You shuddered, thinking “God, no”. — We’ll even invite them to our beach house, darling. Right on the shore. I also have a boat. Let's impress them. — He grinned proudly, as if he was sure you couldn't deny him.

You shrugged his arm off and before anything came out of your mouth, you remembered about your auntie and her shittalking right now. She always wanted a beach house, but everyone knew your uncle prefered to spoil himself and his side-pieces than her or the kids, and yet, she felt superior to every member of the family who was single because at least she had a husband and she didn't need to work, including you.

Rubbing a beach house, a boat, and a blonde hunk himbo on her face could be nice… Even if you just offered to take only your immediate family there one day and then just pretend you broke up with him later, he and the league would still get the wrong idea.

— Knock knock, oh- What’s everyone doing here? — Flash was there and pursed his lips while looking at the three of you. You groaned internally.

— You can go, Flash, (Y/N) won't choose you. — Aquaman, or Arthur, weaved him off. Flash narrowed his eyes for a second and then turned to you, ignoring him and beaming at you, extending a gift in your direction.

— I bought you something! — You discharged the necklace behind you and took the new gift, it was a bracelet with a lightning symbol in your favorite metal. It was also pretty, you were getting tired of it.

— Thank you, Flash…

— Please, just call me Barry. — He grinned brightly. — Please ignore the stinking ugly dressed fishman and the alien still learning to act like a normal human. You can take the funny and smart forensic chemist to meet your family. — He reached up and took his mask off, you widened your eyes, at seeing his real face. Huh, you didn't think he was blonde.

You stuttered, too shocked.

— Oh God… — You thought knowing their name was worse than their faces, secret identities and all, but something about seeing a real face that was kept hidden all the time felt like a heavier burden. To make matters worse, Green Lantern showed up. — No.

— Just hear me out, please! — Everyone turned to him with annoyed expressions. — I changed, I swear! And I apologized like, a thousand times. — He cleared his throat. By your face, he knew it was the worst thing to say. — Anyway, here’s your gift. — He bit his lip while you took it from his hands and opened it with hostility. They were tickets for the next concert of one of your favorite artists, that made you feel a little bad for the way you treated him, but it didn't change what he did to you in the past.

— I… Thank you. — You were trembling with nerves at this point from all the surprises you were having.

— I heard you needed someone to bring home for the holidays…

— Uhuh.

— And your dad is a big fan of the army, right? — You blinked. It was true, but you never told them that, yet, you weren't surprised they knew that.

Where was he going with it…?

— Please, not you too.

But he took off his ring anyway, and after a moment, he was wearing civilian clothes, along with a military jacket and dogtags.

— Who better than a charming ex-air force member to present to your family? Test pilot now, I can take them flying. Actually, I can take you flying. — He winked. — Call me Hal Jordan, beautiful. — He winked and saluted you. — Also, I fought in the war.

— Dude. Just give up. They're not gonna pick you.

— I will never give up, I'm a green lantern, strong will is kind of my thing. — He looked at you again. — So, darling?

While you were staring blankly at him, someone cleared their throat.

— Be reasonable, you don't have to be humiliated today. — Wonder Woman catwalked into the room confidently. She was holding two bags from a clothes store in her hands. The amazon pushed Hal Jordan aside and stopped in front of you. She looked you up and down and smiled charmingly. — Take me with you, darling. This is for you. — She extended one of the bags to you. You took it and looked inside, then reached in and pulled it out. It was a beautiful outfit, completely on your style, and clearly of good quality. But when she pulled out what was inside the other bag, it took your attention and you looked curiously at the red wine satin dress she was holding up. — And this is what I will be wearing. — She smiled seductively. — Diana Prince, pleasure to meet you.

You couldn't help your jaw from dropping while imagining her wearing that. While some family members might not admire the sensual outfit as much, you definitely would. Secretly. Your ego would too.

Damn it, why couldn't she be more normal and less yandere?

You swallowed, looking away from her and the dress. It was finally too hard to say no, but not for the mature reasons.

At your silence, Diana’s eyebrows rose up and she tilted her head to the side, with a pleased small smile. The other men in the room groaned and started arguing loudly, but she was untouchable in front of you.

Unstoppable force, meet immovable object.

— I think I should just go home, it's getting late… — You rapidly shoved your gifts inside the bag, took your things and squeezed your way between them heroes, not even realizing how trapped you were previously, but just as you got to the door, you hit a brick wall, or Superman, as people usually call him.

You groaned and he looked at you sheepishly.

— I guess after all of that I can't offer you something much better, but I can try… — Superman took a deep breath and before you could blink, he flew away, changed clothes, and came back. One second, Superman was in front of you, the next, just a regular cute guy wearing glasses and a suit. You took a second to recognize him and understand what happened and what that meant.

Damn, who knew glasses were a good disguise.

— I'm Clark, Clark Kent. I grew up on a farm in Kansas and I work as a journalist at the Daily Planet. — He smiled shyly and gave you his gift. — I hope you like it…

You blinked and catatonically looked at the thing he gave you. Differently from the last gifts, it wasn't neatly wrapped and it had a weird shape, but by how it felt in your hands, you guessed what it was.

You expected the sight of a Superman plushie to greet you, but instead, it was a plushie of your favorite fictional superhero. The same hero from the Martian’s comic.

Well, it was cute. You would probably fall for him if you didn't know better. You held back an awed sound that wanted to spill from the back of your throat.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by all the Justice League groaning a collective and loud “GET OUT”, you looked up, confused and curious by what caused all this, surprised by seeing it was just Batman entering the room.

Huh, why did everyone react like that?

He stared at you, then at every single one of them, silently, almost disapproving, or disappointed, but then, he smirked when he looked at you again.

Batman was smirking? You flinched.

— This is for you. — He gave you a big box. It was surprisingly heavy. When you opened it, there was a very expensive and beautiful pair of shoes, something you only dreamed of having and was always on your Pinterest board. Only digital influencers and celebrities wearing it, making you jealous. But that wasn't all. There was also jewelry and a very expensive bottle of wine. You will definitely take it to the holidays to impress your family. Or maybe keep it to a very special occasion. — And there’s more from where it came from. — He reached for his cowl and your breath hitched. Never in your wildest dreams you thought this day would happen.

He took of the cowl, and in front of your was…

Bruce Wayne?!

While everyone deflated, knowing they lost, you just had to hold back your laugh, but a snort still escaped. That took everyone off for a second, including the always stoic hero in front of you, who was clearly bewildered when you couldn't hold back anymore and laughed to his face.

— You think I'm gonna show up to my family with the nacional manwhore? HA! Yeah, that's gonna impress them for the first five minutes, then I will be the dummy who’s gonna be traded for the next top model. — You shook your head, still laughing. Bruce frowned deeper. You slightly feared for your job after you bluntly called him a manwhore.

— I would never do that to you. My affairs are all to deceive the public and keep my job a secret.

— And that might be true, but my family doesn't know that! Or are you gonna tell this to everyone? Funny. Billionaires are so delusional and out of touch… — You shook your head and walked out.

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[melithril]

[Adar] - Rainfall

♫ - Safe With Me - Izakaru

A/N: Sory for being MIA, I went to watch Sam last night in Coriolanus and it was incredible! Any of you in London please go watch if you can, it's so worth it! Anyway, I'm back to regular programming hopefully, please enjoy!! <3

Taking a long breath in, you sat bolt upright in your bed. Your eyes were wide, and your skin was sweaty but cold to the touch. It was rare for bad dreams to plague your sleep, though when they came, they were awful. Letting yourself calm for a moment by taking a deep breath in, your eyes glanced to your right, where your lover often lay. Hoping this one time you would find him there, such a thing was not the case.  Instead, you found that side of the bed empty and made up, suggesting he had not been here all night. Slipping out of bed, you let your feet carry you to where you knew he would be.

Often late at night, Adar could be found behind his desk working away on plans and various bits of business he had to attend to. Sometimes it piled up on him, and it meant long nights trying to figure the mess out. Tonight was one of those nights, and as Adar sat in front of all the paperwork, his mind drifted to you. How he wanted nothing more than to be with you now, in bed, doing absolutely anything but this. He drifted into a sort of daydream, distracted at the thought of being able to hold you and kiss you now. It did not last, and just as quickly as he fell in, he was pulled back out. 

A knock was heard at his door. Adar placed his head into his hands, assuming it was one of his uruk's with more news he really cared not for at this moment in time. 

"Come," he called, trying to hide the exasperation in his voice. 

"I hope I'm not bothering you," came your reply, your own voice meek and quiet. 

Adar's head shot up, clearly not expecting you to be out at such a time. He felt the same feeling in his stomach as he always felt upon seeing you; the joy, the happiness, and as usual you looked gorgeous, despite having woken up merely minutes ago. From past experience, he knew you probably couldn't sleep, which wasn't good for you but he was welcoming of your company all the same. 

"My star, is everything alright?" Adar questioned with concern. It always had warmed your heart when he voiced his worries for you. It showed you how much he truly cared.

You hadn't answered, and so Adar stood and made his way over. Reaching and towering above you, he place his hands on your shoulders, and you lift your head to look up at him. Your tear-stained face was enough to convince him something was wrong, as well as your inability to look him in the eye. Saddened that you were not okay, he pulled you over to his chair to sit with him. You sat on his lap, legs thrown over one side of him as he held you bridal style, safe and secure. You buried your face into his neck as he ran his hand through your hair to calm you.

"Whatever is the matter, starlight?"

Taking a moment to answer, Adar gave you all the space in the world. He knew that now you needed comfort, and to exist in his company, and so he would not pressure you for an answer. He was content upon seeing you unharmed. 

"I had a nightmare, Adar. I know it sounds silly to come to you simply for one bad dream, but I didn't know what else to do."

Adar shook his head.

"Look at me, my love," he spoke, and you rose your head to look him in the eye. "Nothing such as this is silly. I am glad you sought me out, for I would not want you to bear such feelings alone. You know I am and always have been here to scare those thoughts away."

"But," you started, sniffling a little. "You are so busy, and-"

"I am never too busy for you. I never will be. Whatever I have going on will always be second to you, in your time of need or not. You come first. Now, how can I help?"

As if by some manner of pathetic fallacy, a clap of thunder rang through the air, and rain began to fall heavily outside. You could hear the taps against the window as you curled closer into Adar, taking in the warmth he radiated. 

"Can I stay with you here?"

He smiled. "For as long as you need to."

You sat with him in the same position, his arms enclosing you in a house of safety, a place wherein no bad could ever come to you. All of those thoughts, those feelings, the memory of your nightmare had fizzled out, and right now you were left with a warm feeling as you listened to the rise and fall of Adar's chest. You counted his heartbeat in attempt to calm yourself entirely, and paid attention to the light, fleeting kisses placed atop your head. 

Tiredness began to overcome you and could feel the realms of sleep drawing in, but you spoke anyway with a slight drawl in your voice.

"Thank you, Adar. For everything, for always being there no matter what."

Adar chuckled a little, and with his finger and thumb had tilted your head up to look at him. He took a moment, taken aback by how you looked in his arms. Your hair was messy, still unkempt from your having woken up the first time, and your face was bathed in the pale glow of the moonlight. Never had he seen a more beautiful sight than you in this moment. 

"You need never thank me for this, starlight. All I ask of you is that you allow me to love you and for you to be here when I wake each day. I will always be here to fight those dreams for you."

You simply stared up at him with adoration. How you had fallen so far in love with Adar you knew not, but each day you fell further and further into what seemed like a bottomless pit. Not that you were complaining, far from it. You thanked whatever powers were at be in the universe that had flung you towards him, and you were grateful that you were granted the chance to love him in his entirety. 

Never had you loved someone so much, and never had you been loved so much in return. 

Leaning up, you ran kisses along Adar's jaw, earning a small hum of appreciation from him. Reaching his lips, Adar wasted no time in pressing his own to yours, a sweet kiss that never deepened. It remained soft, gentle and kind. Pulling away, you smiled up at the uruk you loved so dearly. Your head came once again to rest on his chest, your arms lazily around his middle as he sat in his chair. He kept you close to him, taking a breath to savour this moment. 

"You should rest now, my love. It is already late." Adar's tone was somewhat serious. 

You had a worried look on your face, which he had quelled immediately. 

"Do not worry, I will let no harm come to you. I will be here, those dreams are gone now, it is just you and I. Listen to the rainfall outside, I know it is your favourite. Listen to how it falls, the rhythms and patterns."

And so, you did, not convinced you would be able to fall asleep so soon. Your mind honed into the taps on the window, as well as the small crackle of fire behind you both. In addition to the rain, you could also hear the drum of his heart as he sat with you. The ambient noise of the rain paired with how cozy you felt in his arms, there was little that could plague your mind and keep you from drifting off any time now. 

A few minutes had passed, and after feeling you get a little heavier against him, Adar spoke to you with a voice low like a whisper. 

"Beautiful, are you alright?"

No answer. Adar smiled. You were asleep. 

Adar turned his focus to his work, deciding to get a little more in whilst he still could. He also did not want to disturb your position, finding it amusing and, dare he say, adorable how quickly you could sleep with him. He knew it was because you felt safe with him, and he reveled in knowing that you felt that safe in his arms. As he began to organise his papers, his free hand stroked your hair, before he placed a kiss to your head.

"Sleep well, my starlight. I will be here for you, always."

Thank you for reading! <3

[inthedarkshadows000]

Thoughts at 3 am:

I love Kento's character. Though it's not the kind of love that craves his presence rather the kind that wants to make him experience the same comfort he brings into the life of others.

By bringing him those similar, weekly bouquets that he would get for his partner.

By being there infront of his work, leaning against the passenger door, to wait for him to get off work. Then opening the gate of the gate whith a tiny curtsy and a cheeky " Sir.." which always made him roll his eyes and sigh with an adorable frown.

"Love I told you it's my job to wait after work for you and open gates. It's so cold and I know you have been waiting here long, look at your ruddolf nose. Tch."

For you to just laugh and rub his freezing hands while moving closer. "Oh pretty boy, need I remind you again that you aren't my bodyguard but partner. Partners are supposed to be equal, so let me wait here like a little ruddolf because I know how good it makes me feel when you do it for me and I want you to feel the same. Now get in, we are going to that bakery, we spoke about."

"I am paying love. No arguments."

"Of course princess. I don't mind." And you really don't because you know kento takes pride in being able to provide for you. Which means he might relent to being pampered by these small gestures but when it comes to paying and such, it would only make his pride hurt. Which isn't something you are ready to do.

By diverting gojo's harmless rants and actions towards me because they don't bother me as much as they do Nanami. After all, he would be ready to do the same in any other situation.

Draping your scarf around his neck on a cold evening because, although he bundled you up like burrito, he forgot to do the same for himself. Silly goose.

Getting up extra early to prepare a royal spread of breakfast-in-bed with all his favorites. Just so see those pretty eyes fill up with joy, the first thing in the morning, while he tries to tell you how you shouldn't have and didn't need for you to go that extra for him. But you do because he deserves this and more.

Waiting eagerly for him, to return from his work, with a hot bath and scented candles ready for him to enjoy.

"But love don't you want to get in with me and relax? I am sure you had a tiring day too."

"Psh, no. I already took mine so I could focus on massaging your neck and shoulders instead of getting seduced by you. Now lean back so I can shampoo your hair."

By complimenting him so hard and so lewdly in public just to watch him turn into the prettiest shade of red. You know he is going to punish love you for that.

"Dayum you got an ass!!!!" Smack.

"love..."

~

"Yes pretty boy... just like that... so good for me. Always sooooo sweet."

"Mmhmm"

"Thats right you love being praised, don't you?"

~

"My handsome man. You look so good Ken! Good enough to be a goddamn meal."

"There are people here."

"You are right!! We should leave. Immediately!!!"

"But Yaga?"

"I'll tell him I am hungry."

And he just turns even redder as you scurry off giggling.

By randomly pulling his novel out of his hands and him out of the couch, where he was nestled. He has been into it long enough anyway. After all, how else are you gonna have him dance with you to his favourite song?

And dance you do, around the entire living room while he leads you like a pro. Twirling you away and then back into him, while you throw your head back to laugh, and spinning underneath his arm.

That's not enough though, because of course, he needs the experience too! So you stand on the sofa and spin him around.

So he can laugh his carefree laugh that you love so much and feel the love that he makes you feel.

All the while, he teaches you how to love and you show him what it feels like to be loved.

[koolades-world]

hiii i absolutely LOVE your writing! could i ask for the demon bros + Solomon with MC, that has anger issues (or something along the lines)? thank you in advance and have a great day!

hi! so glad you enjoy my silly writingssss

i just looked, and i did do something like this, but it was just with four characters. so, i hope you don't mind that i didn't include them. this post can be found here!

enjoy <3

Mc with anger issues p.2

Mammon

he might not understand what you might be feeling, but he wants nothing more than to help you

whatever helps you best, he'd like you to let him know

you can always talk to him, and he always make sure to carry around anything you might need with him

however, no matter what, he discourages you from unhealthy outlets such as the ones he partakes in. he wants you to find something that both works for you, and is better for you

Levi

he finds it best to channel his strong emotions into a game of some kind

for you, he recommends a game that you can't lose and get to destroy things. he also thinks horror games could do you well because of how sucked in you get while playing

as cheesy and stupid as it might sound, letting it all out is good. bottling things up doesn't work

if you ever need, you're welcome in his room to decompress

Asmo

he wants to do whatever he can to help you out!

he lets you in on his favorite way to get his anger all out: a rage room! he would love to go with you someday

but, he also understands that it's not sustainable so he helps you out in your day to day life as well

from a relaxing spa day, to meditation, he wants to find the best option for you

Belphie

he did and still does have a bit of an anger problem himself that you saw first hand

so, after the two of you get on better terms, he introduces you to star gazing

he knows it isn't much, but he wants to try his best for you. he finds it very soothing to relax and find the constellations

the two of you make it a nightly event to star gaze before bed

Solomon

he gifts you several magical items to help you out that he hopes will come in handy

this includes plenty of potions, enchanted items. as well as just generally nice smelling items. why, you might ask? he just thought you'd like nice smelling things haha

every time you see him, it feels like he has a new trick for you to try out

if you ever need to rant, or just talk in general, he's all ears

[rita-repulsa-ke]

A Dance with Death

“Look, there’s dancing!”

Agatha glanced over, and yes, there were people with instruments and a circle full of men and women in each other’s arm, doing simple country dances, no skill at all. “That certainly is some kind of dancing.”

“…We could…?"

Neither of them were shocked when Agatha's face screwed up like she had bitten into a lemon. "No," she said. Rio, a step behind her as always, pressed up closer, her weight settling against Agatha's back, hand on Agatha's hip.

"Agatha," her lips were near the other woman's ear, the words a barely audible hiss. "I want to dance."

"Do you even know how?"

That got a soft huff of laughter, warm air tickling over sensitive skin. "Yes, Ags, I know how to dance. Everyone knows how to dance."

"Pray forgive me, Lady Death, I had no idea you were so worldly."

There was a moment of silence from behind her, overstretched. "Agatha, do you not know how to—"

"Of course I know how to dance," Agatha snapped.

"Prove it."

"…You are seriously overestimating how petty I am, if you think I'm going to be drawn into this just to prove to you that I can—"

Rio caught her hand and tugged her forward. She was surprisingly strong, but that wasn't what got Agatha moving.

What got Agatha moving was the ground under her feet drawing her forward like a conveyor belt. Rio glanced back and grinned, a smile as wide as a chasm and almost as deadly.

Agatha's forehead had creased in annoyance, but most of her attention was on the ground beneath her, towing her along. "How are you even doing—" she protested.

"Magic," Rio said.

Agatha pressed her teeth together to keep from answering. By now, she should have been used to Rio's magic working in impossible ways, but she wasn't, because it was still impossible.

"Stop," she said, and the ground beneath her feet stilled at once, Rio turning fully back to look at her, hand still in Agatha's. Their eyes met, Death waiting as patiently as she always did.

She could afford to be patient. She was the final end. All things came to her in time.

"Come on then," Agatha said after a moment, and now it was her turn to step past Rio and tow her along. "I thought you wanted to dance."

She didn't look back. She didn't want to know what expression her lover was wearing.

They stepped into the circle as one song ended and the next began, attracting a few odd looks. Someone murmured, "Witches."

Agatha ignored all of it, settled her hand on Rio's hip as the music struck up again.

After a few beats, Rio beamed at her. "You can dance!" she said, and Agatha rolled her eyes, even as she danced silly country jigs, her arm looped through Rio's.

"Of course I can," she said. "What aren't I good at?"

"Nothing, beloved," Rio murmured, her eyes lit by moonlight, and in them, Agatha saw not death, but nature unchecked, the unbridled power of a summer's storm, glorious, breathtaking, capable of reminding even the biggest person of how insignificant they were.

It struck Agatha that she was so beautiful.

The song came to an end, and Agatha drew the woman she loved to her, kissed her, claimed her, reminded them both who Death belonged to. Rio staggered against her, clung, fingers dug into Agatha's dress.

"Mine," Agatha said when she let go, her hand lingering on the other woman's flushed cheek. "All mine."

Rio managed a very small nod, then flicked her fingers over Agatha's shoulder

A man who had grabbed a heavy branch and was mid-swing went flying backwards, hitting the tree behind him with crash.

"They are witches!" someone yelled, as though that weren't entirely obvious.

Agatha laughed aloud, a well-practiced witchy cackle, even as the rain began to fall, a sudden, unexpected downpour that drenched everyone present and caused a flurry of running and shrieking. "We are indeed," she said, catching Rio's hand and levitating both of them into the air, purple magic swirling around her. "Witches! Hellspawn! Daughters of Satan! Flee before our might!"

Rio had buried her face against Agatha's shoulder sometime during this little performance, shaking with laughter. "Ags, aren't you overdoing it a little?" She glanced down. "Anyway, I think they're all gone."

"Good," Agatha said, her eyes only on Rio. She extended a hand. "You wanted to dance, didn't you? Dance with me, my love."

Rio stared, her breath catching in her throat, and then she smiled, radiant as the dawn above the trees. She offered Agatha a surprisingly courtly bow, which Agatha returned with a curtsy. Rio took her outstretched hand and high above the forest, with the rain slowing and turning to mist around them, Agatha Harkness danced with Death.

It's a good night for fluff. Try conversations in the dark or Death Sleeps In

[mrs-pondwater19]

Random Miguel O'Hara Headcanons that Plague my Mind Daily✨💜✨

Fem Shy Civilian Reader x Miguel O'Hara

Part 1

Just a little blurb about my personal headcanons of Miguel that I would like to share with all you lovely, beautiful souls.

No real plot, just drabbles and little silly brain rotting thoughts of a cute little shy civilian lady and Miggy because we all don't have to be Spider-Women to get this man's attention. Especially cute, shy civilian girlies.

I don't speak Spanish, so please feel free to correct any mistakes if you see any 💙

SFW and NSFW will be split into two parts.

Established Relationship, friends to lovers vibe, long distance relationship *sorta*, cute little anecdotes, brain rot, Miguel being absolutely head over heels for you, reader feeling slightly ashamed/insecure cause she's not a spider woman, slight mentions of trauma, consoling/reassurance on both ends. Over whole wholesome, loving vibes.

I hope you all enjoy💜💙💜

SFW

He never intended on falling in love. Not when he was what he was.

Spider-Man 2099. The founder of the Spider Society, a man dedicated to his work and keeping the Multiverse safe.

But that all changed when you came into his life.

You originally were a friend of his little brother, Gabriel. Not fully remembering how you met his brother before, but knowing well enough that you two were good friends and hung out occasionally.

He remembered the first time he ever met you when coming home from one of his missions. Unaware that you had dropped in to visit with his brother and stayed a bit longer than you intended to.

He remembered how surprised you looked when he walked through the door, seeing his muscular stature and handsome face standing in the doorway.

The heat on your cheeks becoming very prominent when he approached you.

How his cocky smile made your heart skip a beat.

How your hand was a little shaky when he introduced himself to you with a formal handshake.

How his large, calloused hand engulfed your small, soft one without any trouble at all.

How you quietly introduced yourself with that shy smile of yours.

It was so much different than the women he was around in the Society.

How soft spoken and gentle you were.

Even though he didn't want to admit it, he thought you were absolutely adorable.

From the first time he met you and moving forward into the little friendship you two formed.

He always knew how to get you all flustered whenever you were around him.

Especially when he started using more intimate nicknames that always made you squirm.

"Mi Alma."

"Querida."

"Mi Vida."

"Amor."

Even when you tried to roll with his teasing and tried to keep yourself calm and collected.

You never hid your embarrassment well.

He could see how much his teasing and suave personality got under your skin.

But he didn't mind at all.

In fact he thought it was all very, very cute.

Every time you blushed.

Every time you stuttered.

Every time you bashfully smiled at him.

It all made his heart melt every time he saw you.

Although he was surrounded by all kinds of women each and everyday at HQ. Women who often fought for his attention and affection.

He never really seemed to pay any mind to them. Always keeping it professional with those who sought him out. Never seeing any of them as more than co-workers, allies in their goal to keep the Arachno-Humanoid Poly-Multiverse safe and secure.

But when it came to you.

His sweet, shy, pretty little civilian friend.

Despite being the cold, distant, hardened man he was. He knew deep down he had a bit of a soft spot for you.

That you had a certain effect on him.

An effect no Spider-Woman in the Spider Society could ever come close to.

And it would only get worse as time passed, when he'd start hanging out with you on his own without Gabriel.

That would become the norm for you two.

Just spending time together in either his apartment or yours.

Talking about each other's interests and life experiences.

After a while he was even comfortable enough to tell you about his life as Spider-Man.

Not that you were surprised in the slightest, considering how he was always conveniently leaving right before "Spider-Man" showed up.

But he knew he could trust you to keep his secret.

You always did.

Because you wanted to be a good friend.

Someone he could trust.

But deep down you knew it was also because you didn't want to ruin your chances of being something more with him.

Even though you truly believed he didn't look at you that way.

But you couldn't have been more wrong.

Whenever he wasn't playing the role of Spider-Man, he would always be sure to make time for you.

Taking walks with you in the park, getting coffee at a local café, or just sitting in the apartment and talking for hours and hours on end.

Getting to break down your shy exterior more and more with each meeting.

Getting to know who you were deep down.

And you were so lovely and sweet.

Not that he didn't know that before. But the more time he spent with you.

The more he got to see how genuine you really were.

And after you'd leave, he'd let his mind wander back to you. Allowing himself to replay his favorite moments when being with you.

Your laugh.

Your pretty smile.

Your beautiful eyes.

Those eyes he often thought about when he went on missions, while alone in his office monitoring the multiverse, and when he patrolled alone late into the night.

Those same eyes that haunted his dreams like a blessing and a curse.

Those beautiful, bright eyes that had his heart skipping beats every time you met his gaze.

So gentle, full of appreciation and kindness for him despite your shyness.

Fuck... he had it so bad for you.

He knew it would've been better if you two had just stayed friends, that he should've kept you at a distance because of his profession.

He knew he couldn't be the man you needed, or the man who deserved to be with you.

But he couldn't help it.

You were just...you.

As the time passed, hiding his feelings for you just got harder and harder. Trying to push away how he truly felt about you.

Trying to convince himself you two were just really good friends, nothing more.

He tried so hard.

Until he couldn't take it anymore.

Every time you were around him, or every time you crossed his mind, it felt like his heart would burst out of his chest.

Every little lingering touch, whether it was your hugs, hair ruffles, or gentle jabs.

It left him wanting more and more.

All the nights be fantasized about being with you. About a future with you that he knew he could never have.

It was almost too much to bear.

He knew he had to tell you.

Even if it meant ruining your friendship.

He needed to be honest with you.

To be honest with himself.

When the day came that he actually did confess to you. You thought he was joking.

Thinking he was just trying to get a rise out of you like he always did.

To see your cheeks blush that pretty crimson red. To get you to cover your face and tell him to stop teasing you so mercilessly.

"Come on now Mig, don't tease me like that."

But when be looked at you with the most serious expression you'd ever seen on his face, besides the slightest blush on his cheeks.

You knew this was no joke.

His expression never wavered as he spoke.

"I'm not teasing you. I'm being serious, querida."

You swore your heart stopped when you realized he meant what he said.

The conviction in his voice made your body hot and your mind a bit fuzzy.

It felt almost too good to be true.

That there was no way he actually had romantic feelings for you.

And when you didn't respond at first.

He began to panic.

At that point he was a nervous, blabbering mess.

Trying so desperately to explain that the feelings he harbored for you were real.

"Look, I know I'm not the easiest to be around. I have a temper, I tend to push people away, and I can be harsh at times."

"But when I'm around you, you make me feel like a better version of myself. You bring out all the good things in me I forgot I had. I like who I am when you're with me. I like that you see who I am beyond my stoicism and my title as Spider-Man."

"I love that you see me for who I am."

You wanted to respond, but he just kept going on his tangent.

Gently bringing his large, clammy hands to your shoulders as a way to steady the two of you.

"But please, querida. I need you to trust me when I say that I have very strong feelings for you. Feelings I can't really explain. But they're there."

Having him hopelessly spill his feelings in front of you.

You couldn't deny your true feelings either.

"I feel the same."

But you knew the reality of the situation was tricky and complicated.

"But what about the Spider Society? Your role as Spider-Man?"

He knew you would ask that.

He thought about that himself more times than he could count.

He knew it wouldn't be easy. But he was willing to make it work.

Because he believed you were worth it.

"That doesn't change anything mi vida. I'll do whatever it takes to make this work. As long as you're willing to take a chance with me, we'll find a way. No matter how long it takes. All I ask is that you be patient with me querida."

After hearing those words of affirmation, it was enough for you to happily say yes.

Granted it was strange at first. With both your feelings were out in the open, it made things a bit tense.

Thinking he wasn't really being serious.

That it was just out of pity.

You knew you shouldn't have been thinking like that, because you knew Miguel wasn't that type of person.

He was very upfront with how he felt.

Cut and dry so to speak.

But the mean, little voice in the back of your mind always reminded you of the kinds of women he worked with on a daily basis.

Strong, valiant, capable, beautiful women.

Not that you weren't beautiful in your own right.

Because you absolutely were.

But it was different with them.

Or so you thought.

They were heroes.

You were just another civilian amongst the crowd.

Even though you never openly expressed how you felt about it.

Miguel knew.

And he absolutely hated that you felt that way about yourself.

He thought you were absolutely perfect as you were.

Because you weren't like them.

You were so much more than any of the women in his organization.

Even if you didn't see it that way.

But he was more than determined to get you out of that mindset.

He would constantly reassure you that he wasn't going anywhere.

That he was very, very serious about the relationship.

That you were the only one he would ever want.

That you were the only one he'd ever need.

Telling you from the moment you woke up until you fell asleep in his arms,

"I'll always be here with you, mi alma. Always."

Part of it was for his own reassurance as well as yours.

Because his past was not kind to him in the slightest.

After losing so many people he loved and cherished more than himself.

He was afraid of letting people in.

To show vulnerability.

Terrified of losing someone he loved and cared about again.

He didn't want to relive that pain.

Never again.

You could see it in his eyes whenever he tried to reassure you of the doubts you had about him.

You could see how much it hurt him.

How it stung in his chest every time he needed to reassure you.

That he was there to stay.

That you were the only one for him.

Gradually, the more you heard him say it. The more you truly started to truly believe in him.

That he wasn't going anywhere.

That he was committed to making it work with you, because he loved you.

And he made sure you felt that way each time you were together.

Not only with his words.

But with his actions as well.

How over time he picked up on all your little quirks.

Taking note of all the small, little things you liked that only people super close to you knew.

Remembering how you liked your coffee or tea.

Making you your favorite snacks after you had a long day of classes or work.

Cooking you your favorite meals when he's not working. Wanting to make sure you've eaten and that you're taking care of.

Giving you gentle massages and rubbing your back to make you feel better if you were sore or in pain.

Playing with your hair when you cuddled because he knew you enjoyed it. Feeling your strands gently wrapped around his large, calloused fingers and letting them fall past his skin.

Just being close to you whenever he was with you.

Given your comfortability of course.

He was a very passionate, affectionate man.

And although he would never, ever push your boundaries when it came to physicality.

He just wanted to show you how much he loved you as much as he could.

Hugging you.

Kissing you.

Touching you.

Feeling you.

Making sure he made you feel loved at every opportunity.

Knowing in the back of his mind he couldn't always do that for you.

No matter how much he wanted to.

It was difficult, not being able to see him as much as you wanted to. But you knew he had responsibilities being Spider-Man. The people's protector.

He'd be gone for days at a time. Leaving you alone in the apartment to go about your life. Whether it was work or classes.

It'd get lonely at times for sure.

But you both found ways to make it work.

Even though he's busy with the Spider Society and keeping the Multiverse intact. He would always make sure to let you know he's thinking of you.

Whether it was little messages he'd send you from his Gizmo telling you how much he loved and missed you.

Telling you about the different dimensions he visited and the anomalies he hunted down.

Although he didn't go into too much detail when it came to his work life.

Only what he considered necessary.

He didn't want you knowing about the darker side of his job.

All the close calls he encountered.

All the people he couldn't save.

How sometimes he'd let every mistake he ever made during a mission consume him.

But he refused to let you see that side of him.

You had enough to worry about as it was.

He didn't need you adding on any more stress than you had.

But you weren't stupid either.

You always worried about him.

How could you not?

Knowing who he was and what he did, you knew the risks that came with it.

The chance of him never coming home.

The guilt he carried because he knew he couldn't save everyone.

But all you could do was try to be as supportive as possible.

Reminding him that he was doing his best and that's what mattered.

That he was a good man.

And he appreciated it.

More than you could ever know.

That was another he loved about you.

How kind and understanding you were when it came to his profession.

You never shut him out or backed down when he was in a bad mindset about those things.

You always looked at things rationally and tried to be as supportive and optimistic as you could be.

Keeping him as levelheaded as possible and letting him know you were in his corner no matter what.

Even if that was all you could do.

Whether it was in person or from afar.

He was grateful for it.

For you.

When he wasn't sending you messages he'd call you on late night patrols to ask you how your day was. He didn't care whether it was exciting or not. He just wanted to talk to you.

Even if you're all groggy, sleepy or can't keep track of the conversation.

He selfishly just wanted to hear your voice after a long stressful day.

It reminded him of what he has waiting at home for him.

When he did get home after his patrol, you're usually asleep. All cozied up in your bed, cuddling with his pillow.

He'd watch you sleep for a while before joining you in the sheets.

Not in a creepy or strange way.

He just likes seeing you at peace despite the struggles life puts you through.

To see you in such a calm state.

To see all the little expressions while you dream.

To shamelessly admire the woman he's opened his heart to without seeing you get all embarrassed, hiding away from his gaze.

He could feel the way his heart skipped beats in his broad, muscular chest at the way your hair was tussled against the pillow.

How your lips were slightly parted as you took soft breaths.

The way the blankets cocooned around your form as you curled into a fetal position around his pillow.

It was a sight to behold.

After a while he'd have Lyla shut down the nanotech spider suit and crawl into the soft sheets with you.

He'd take the pillow from your arms and pull you close. Replacing the cold fabric of the pillow with the warmth of his skin.

Pulling you against him as if he were protecting you from the world.

Feeling the sudden warmth always woke you up every time he came home.

"Mmm, what time is it baby?"

"Don't you worry about that amor. You just go back to sleep, I'll be here with you when you wake up. Ok mi alma?"

You weren't really awake enough to comprehend what he was saying, but you just nodded as you wrapped your arms around him.

"Love you Mig."

It was a groggy, subconscious phrase of your love.

But it made his heart swell all the same.

He kissed your forehead sweetly as he pulled you even closer.

"Te amo tanto, querida."

With that he'd allow himself to fall asleep wrapped around you, and you him.

Knowing that he could always come home to you.

[itwdoris]

can you do megumi x possessed girl/ghost girl, with piss, pleaaase 😭😭😭😪

fushiguro megumi x afab reader.

author notes; all characters are aged up, reader is mute and a ghost.

tw; piss drinking, mentions of jerking, a bit of sex, non-con if you squint. not revised.

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megumi had just moved into new place, it wasn't that fancy, but it was comfortable for him, and little by little it became his way. despite a few problems, perhaps a little unique, he could say.

he wasn't the type to believe in ghosts or anything like that, but in fact something seemed strange when he was at home, feeling watched all the time, swearing he felt a weight against him at night or when he dozed off on the sofa.

not to mention that every time he goes to the bathroom to pee, something seems to wrap around his cock. he's not going crazy.

he decided to have a look on the internet just out of curiosity, still unconvinced, maybe to find some way to exorcize it, and he saw some pages that seemed quite silly, some that seemed a little more macabre. there was even one that claimed to manifest the hidden spirit with a simple word, he just read it, obviously he wouldn't speak.

or maybe yes, because he accidentally said the difficult word just to make sure his brain read it correctly in his mind, or something like that.

pop!

there was no sound, but there was a beautiful ghost right next to him, looking at the computer screen with curious eyes.

megumi turned in his chair, eyes widening as he noticed it, he would have screamed if his first reaction hadn't been to slide backwards with the chair and look for something to protect himself with, or to throw at you.

you looked at him startled, a little confused until you felt a pen hit your bare feet, just to check something it seems. but in spite of everything, he didn't seem to be so risky, nor did he treat you badly.

"...are you a... ghost?" he asked, still from a safe distance, seeing you nodding positively.

shit.

and that's how you met! apart from a little questioning session he did after a few hours of analysis, asking at least twice if you could move out of his house and getting frustrated twice when you said no with your head.

megumi tried to ignore it for the first few days, still researching about exorcisms, because if a silly word had had an effect, a whole sentence would work miracles. well, you weren't so bad, but he didn't want to live with a ghost.

but that wasn't quite the case, because despite everything he tried, nothing worked.

so inevitably, he ended up having to live with you for quite a while. and in the meantime he learned a few things, even got to know you a little better, as you were watching him almost all the time, he didn't even know what it was like to be alone anymore, since locking doors wasn't enough.

he learn that you liked to watch him, especially in the kitchen when he put his hair back and went to cook something, you were always watching, even when it was oil and even he wasn't that close. eyes on him.

or when he was taking a shower, even though the first few times he told you to get out of the bathroom, later he got used to it. getting used to having to turn around in the corner to wash his dick, because looking at that wall was easier than facing you.

you also always waited for him to sleep so that you could cuddle up next to him, sometimes lying on his chest. that same weight he felt before.

and also that you didn't speak because you couldn't, and not because you could only speak boo~ or something.

over time, megumi became more accustomed to your presence right there by his side, even interacting more with you, learning sign language and teaching you it, just to communicate better, because hums and nods were no longer so descriptive enough.

getting so involved with you, that suddenly he couldn't sleep without you in his arms. poor fushiguro.

masturbating slowly right next to you while you slept so pretty, because there was one thing you did that drove him crazy, that stole a few nights of sleep from him.

because the way you wrapped your pretty lips around his cock to drink all his piss made him so hard. poor fushiguro!

who couldn't stop drinking water all the time just so he could have you there, drinking all his piss all the time. who loved to aim wrong just to piss on your pretty face when he was in the shower.

always with bottles of water by his side to drink as soon as he finishes pissing down your throat, who almost didn't even get up to go to the bathroom anymore, because you always came to help him to relieve before that.

poor fushiguro... who can't stop thrusting against your mouth as he pisses.

becoming so perverted and needy for you, kissing you so much after seeing you swallow all his cum and piss. saying that he loves you so much while he buries his cock inside your pussy all soaked with his piss, because he does.

and he repeats this every night, marking you from the inside, going deep, making you tremble and whimper as your little hole squeezes his cock, suffocating him, feeling so hot, so good.

"will you hold everything for me again, love? " he asked needily in your ear, warm and strong jets of piss filling your pussy more and more, until it leak out. "stay until morning, to sit on my cock so i can fill you up again."

nodding positively in response, you thrust your hips against him, feeling it overflow, mixing with all the cum, dripping onto the mattress as he continued to make the bed creak, balls slapping against your ass.

"you look so beautiful filled with my piss." he burrowed into your neck, filling it with marks while his hands grasped yours in an affectionate grip, because he was soft. coming up to look at you, wanting to kiss. "even more full of my cum."

you squirmed, face red and panting as he kept pushing and making the loud noise echo throughout the room, saliva dripped from his chin with every sloppy kiss you exchanged, his chest was rising and falling as fast as yours, you almost could feel his heart beating through his cock.

ah, megumi has never been so grateful to have moved into a haunted house.

i'd like to start by saying that megumi is needy, this whore, a cuddlebug. i like him. also, inspiration from lady k and sickman, yes!!

another thing, it's the first work about him and didn't feel very good precisely because the flow is a bit broken, i was busy and redoing it all the time.. its yet kinda bad, but i hope you like it! =(

and i'll try to write better about it later, to deliver a good megumi work for you guys. is it too short? hope not =(

[seungsuki]

birthday - it's your birthday silly! go and celebrate it! (gn!reader) warning: none note: dedicated this to a good friend- happy birthday from nini :3 i wish for you to achieve everything you ever wanted in life and i hope to continue being friends with you! a small gift from me because i can't send you anything <3 i wrote it extra long! hopefully you'll like it

the clock struck midnight, and before you sat a small cake on the table. on it were 2 candles, each with a digit to represent your age. the room was filled with the warmth of the people you loved, each one present to celebrate you. even william had set aside his papers to join in

"make a wish, darling," william said, his hand gesturing to the candles

louis appeared with a match, swiftly lighting the candles for you to blow out. you closed your eyes, clasping your hands together to think of your wish. after a moment, you opened your eyes and blew out the flames

“congrats on being one step closer to death”, albert joked

"what did you wish for?" louis asked, his voice full of curiosity

“i didn't really have much to wish for... i have everything here! what more could i ask for? i hope we all continue to be together forever”,  you replied with a smile, glancing around the room 

the room erupted with chattering once again. the small cake before you now etched with the memory of your wish. louis, ever the helpful one, removed the candles before passing you a knife.

"cut the cake?" william suggested, raising an eyebrow. “the perfect way to cut the cake is to find the angle first. seeing that it’s a 360 degrees cake, and we are a total of 7, that would mean-”

"it’s just a cake, william," you laughed, seeing him get worked up over it.

"apologies," william sighed, stepping back. "cut the cake however you like."

you couldn’t resist teasing him further and cut a small square from the perfectly round cake. william’s eyes widened in horror as he rushed over, snatching the knife from your hands.

"i’ll cut it," he said, shaking his head with a playful scowl. "you might hurt yourself."

"getting worked up over a cake? that's a skill," albert laughed, setting his wine glass aside.

fred walks up to you with a fresh batch of flowers from his garden. lavender roses, neatly tied together in a newspaper with a matching string (definitely not a hint of chapter one). you thanked him, touched by the gesture, before sitting next to albert, watching the chaos unfold.

william teaches louis the right method of the cake distribution, the latter listening carefully to his older brother's words. james laughs at the two while carrying your gifts closer to you. sebastian followed, and you looked at the pile of presents in surprise.

“all of this.. for me?”, you asked pointing at yourself 

“your husband didn't have a spending limit. he bought everything that reminded him of you”, sebastian teased, rolling his eyes 

“don’t forget me! i got you something too- everyone did! but not more than william”, james pointed at the orange box 

louis passed around plates of cake, each slice perfectly cut- except, of course, for the extra strawberry on your plate, a sign of favouritism that you didn’t mind in the least. you knew it was another gesture by your husband 

"happy birthday, my love," william said softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek before settling beside you with his own slice of cake and a cup of tea.

you look at him puzzled as it was rather late at night. he simply smiles, passing you the cup to have a sip before him. a gesture that never changed no matter how old you would get 

“i can’t eat cake without tea”, william explains 

the warm, honeyed sweetness of the tea melted you from the inside, perfectly complementing the rich, flavorful cake. you took a bite, savouring the familiar taste. as always, it tasted like home.

“it’s better than any store bought cake”, you remarked with a smile.

louis grinned modestly. "you flatter me. we didn’t have much time to prepare, but we tried. sorry if it’s not perfect."

"this is the best surprise i could ask for!" you reassured him, your heart full. "i wouldn’t change a thing."

"alright, alright," james interjected, growing impatient. "let’s open your presents! starting with mine!" he shoved the orange box toward you.

"fred’s technically first," sebastian corrected, pointing at the bouquet of flowers, but james was already bouncing with excitement.

"yeah, yeah, just open it!" james urged.

you set your empty plate aside and placed the orange box in your lap. you opened the lid, and inside was an expensive perfume. you gasp, eyes widen before looking back at james 

"this is too much!" you exclaimed, holding up the delicate glass bottle. "it must’ve cost a fortune!"

“not like i paid for it”, james muttered remembering taking the cash william left behind 

“i got you a poker set, i’ll teach you one day”, sebastian pointed at the teal box 

“thank you both for the lovely gifts”, you smiled placing the perfume into the box 

louis handed you a small yellow box. "you didn’t have to," you said quickly, but you could see his excitement. "the cake was more than enough."

"your reaction says otherwise," william teased, watching you open it with a smile.

“a pendant?” you ask 

you could see it open, and you did just that. inside was a small photo of your wedding photo, with your initials engraved in it 

“i hope it is your liking”, louis adds 

overcome with emotion, you got up and hugged him tightly. he held you just as firmly, not letting go until you were ready. 

“not going to open mine? im hurt”, albert comments at the green box 

"i will!" you said, breaking the hug and sitting back down to unwrap it.

inside was an elegant wine bottle, paired with a framed photo of your "family"- a tradition albert had started as your circle grew. you smiled as you picked up the frame, admiring the familiar faces of everyone you loved.

"i’ll take that," william said, grabbing the wine bottle and box from you with a soft chuckle.

"thank you, albert," you said, holding the photo close. "this means the world to me. i’ll keep it on my dresser."

“my gift for you”, william passed on a red box 

it was a small box, wrapped neatly with a matching ribbon. you open it and slide open a ring. simple silver ring, set with a small diamond.

“a ring? you didn't have to”, you smiled at him 

"there’s no one more worthy of this than you," william said, his eyes warm with affection.

you smiled at him, then at the ring. as he took the box from your hands and slid the ring onto your finger, you felt a rush of happiness. the cold metal was a reminder of how special this moment was- and how much he meant to you.

“get a room sheesh”, james teased, earning a groan from fred.

"thank you, everyone," you said again, your voice full of gratitude. "this is the best birthday i could have ever imagined."

you looked at william, your heart full. "i’ll treasure this ring forever."

… 

…

…

“i’ll treasure the ring forever” 

the white walls echo the same line you chant over and over. you sit in the middle, talking and laughing. the chattering in the room could be heard through the glass panel outside beside the door secured and locked 

you absentmindedly played with the ring on your finger, the pendant brushing against your skin. you open it to see his face once more. you sigh before going back into your daydreaming episodes 

“how is [name] doing..?”, mi6’s leader, louis, his eyes watching you from outside the room.

"patient 204 is getting worse day by day," the doctor replied, pushing up his glasses. "the hallucinations aren’t improving. we need to find whoever this 'william' is."

"my brother is [name]’s husband," louis replied, his tone serious. "we’re still searching for him."

"you’d better hurry," the doctor warned, looking over his glasses. "we don’t know how long we can keep patient 204 here before the london asylum finds catches us"

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[theribbajack]

"Both of you, faithless fools who would dare to take up arms against the king of earth and sky!"

The words "Zonai Ganondorf" entered my head and I haven't been sane since. Perhaps in the Zonai version of the legend, the warlord "Gannon" sought after the secret stones, and the incarnation of Hylia draconified herself to stop him alongside the Ancient Hero.

[ohitslen]

*Vampirizes your Vashwood*

keep reading for more :)

If there needs to be much closer close-up please let me know!

[silusvesuius]

i legit love when a character's gender is so integral to their personality (and perception obviously.) like so concrete that if genderbent their whole shtick would just be absolute dookie. anyways i'm just writing this text so i can talk in the tags (My beautiful safe haven)

this 14 minute song is soooooooooooo FYRE

[icewindandboringhorror]

More misc. daily life pictures and such

[klanced]

“Keith is like a little purse dog to lesbians” where do these thoughts in your head come from? I’d give me heart, body and soul, to one day perhaps understand even a sliver of your operation.

there's just something about voltron specifically that gives me access to the sublime