#duality (lamp)

[79zz]

Oswald, The Lucky Rabbit

Yes, I know the storm blot was never used in the final game, but I wanted to do something special for the recent release of Rebrushed, like what I did for the Mickey piece. Enjoy!

[incorrect-worldless-quotes]

Lamp: When Edda was born, the gods said, "They're too perfect for this world."

Old One : Please. When they were born, the devil said, "Oh, competition."

[doumadono]

Happy sinful Sunday y'all 💙❤️ I decided to try my luck with submitting a request. How about a reader riding Shoto's cock to help him get rid of the tension after a busy day?

Warnings: smut w/o plot, cowgirl, overstimulation, slow sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, pro hero!Shoto

A/N: this request got the second highest number of votes during the Sinful Sunday poll I held. Thank you to everyone who voted!

SINFUL SUNDAY MY HERO ACADEMIA & MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST - PART II

Your fingers trace the lines of his chest, feeling the taut muscles beneath your touch, the rhythm of his heartbeat against your palm. 

Shoto's dual-toned eyes, one a striking turquoise and the other a deep gray, watch you with a mix of hunger and tenderness. 

The room is dimly lit, the soft glow from a single lamp casting shadows that dance across his bare skin.

His breath hitches as your lips brush against his collarbone, leaving a trail of heat and moisture. 

You can feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles coil and uncoil beneath your touch, responding to every kiss, every caress. You shift slightly, feeling the warmth and hardness of his cock pressing against your naked inner thigh as you straddle him. Your own arousal pools between your legs, a liquid heat that makes you ache for him.

For days now, you've watched Shoto come home exhausted, burdened by the weight of his demanding shifts. His eyes, usually so vibrant and full of life, had been clouded with stress and fatigue. Tonight, you decided to take matters into your own hands, to help him rid himself of the negativity and tension that had gathered within him.

Slowly, you rise up, positioning yourself above him. 

Shoto's eyes darken with desire as he watches you, his lips parting slightly. 

You can see the restraint in his expression, the effort it takes for him to remain still, to let you take control. With a slow, teasing motion, you change position a little so your pussy is hovering just above his throbbing cock. Gripping his cock with your hand, you line the tip of it with your pussy. Moving your hand up and down, you jerk him off nice and slow, mere millimeters from your entrance. The action turns both of you on as you can hear his breathing starting to become heavier and deeper, and the juices from your pussy start to flow out of you, covering both your hand and his cock. Finally, you lower yourself onto him, feeling the exquisite stretch as his cock fills you. The sensation is almost overwhelming.

Shoto's hands tighten on your hips, his breath coming in shallow pants. "God, you feel so good," he murmurs, his voice rough with need. 

You begin to move, setting a slow, sensual rhythm that has both of you moaning in pleasure. The slide of his cock inside you is maddeningly perfect, hitting all the right spots. You lean forward, your breasts brushing against his chest, your lips finding his in a heated kiss. Building up more and more rhythm, moving faster and faster, you ride yourself up and down on Shoto’s cock.

His hands roam over your body, exploring every curve, every dip. Shoto's hands are a duality of their own, one side searing hot, the other icy cold. The juxtaposition of temperatures as he touches you, caressing your skin and sending shivers and warmth through your body, intensifies every sensation. 

"Shoto," you whisper against his lips, your voice trembling with need. "I need more."

He responds with a low growl, his hands guiding your hips faster. 

You put your hands down on his abs and started riding him faster, bouncing up and down his hardened shaft. 

The change in pace is intoxicating, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge. You can feel his control slipping, his movements becoming more urgent, more demanding. 

"Come for me," he whispers, his voice thick with desire. "I want to feel you come on my dick.”

The words are your undoing. With a cry, you shatter around him, your body convulsing with the force of your orgasm. The intensity of it leaves you trembling, clinging to him as your hips still.

Shoto follows you over the edge, his grip on your hips tightening as he spills his thick, lukewarm seed inside you. 

The feeling of his release, the warmth of his cum filling you, is the final push that sends you spiraling into another orgasm, and you’re screaming his name, your body milking every last drop of his release from him.

You collapse against his chest, both of you breathing heavily, your bodies slick with sweat. 

Shoto's arms wrap around you, holding you close, his lips pressing gentle kisses to your forehead. "You're amazing," he murmurs, his voice soft and tender now, the raw edge of desire replaced by a deep, abiding affection. "I love you."

"I love you too," you reply, your heart full to bursting. 

In this moment, with him, everything feels perfect. 

As you lay there, still entwined, you can't help but trace the contours of his handsome face with your fingers. 

His eyes flutter closed, a contented sigh escaping his lips. 

You smile, feeling the warmth of his breath against your skin. The exhaustion that had clung to him for days seems to have melted away, replaced by a serene calm.

You gently push yourself up, straddling him once more. 

Shoto's eyes open, a spark of curiosity and renewed desire flickering within them. “Babe…”

Yet you can feel his cock stir beneath you, still sensitive from your shared climax but ready for more. "I want to make sure all that tension is completely gone," you whisper, leaning down to kiss him deeply as the tip of his cock teases your wet folds. You swing a knee over Shoto, put a hand on his throbbing cock, and direct it toward your drenched pussy. After a moment, you impale yourself on his rock hard shaft,  and Shoto moans at the feeling of reentering your wetness. “I don’t give a shit about how overstimulated we still are.”

His hands find your hips again, and he groans so sweetly you feel butterflies in your stomach.

You begin to move once more, your pace slow and deliberate. You can feel every ridge, every vein, the way his cock stretches you just right. The friction is exquisite, each movement sending ripples of pleasure through your entire body.

Shoto's hands guide you, his grip firm yet tender. He watches you with an intensity that makes your heart race, his dual-colored eyes dark with desire. "That's it," he groans, his voice a low, husky whisper. "Just like that." He thrusts his hips upward to meet all of your movements. "Fuck, you're so tight, babe," he groans, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

You increase your pace, the sound of your bodies moving together filling the room. You close your eyes and let your head fall back as you slide up and down his cock, riding him as if he was a stallion. 

He leans forward to lick and kiss your tits, and you moan for him. Shoto's hands roam over your body, caressing your breasts, your waist, the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

You start bouncing harder on his cock as he worships your tits for a while. 

With one hand he starts rubbing your swollen clit, and your pussy spasms around his throbbing cock.

Your body can't decide whether to shiver from the cold or melt from the heat, the contrasting temperatures driving you wild. "Shoto," you moan, your voice breathless and needy. "I can't... I can't hold on…"

"Let go," he urges, his grip on your hips tightening. "I want to feel you come again."

The intensity of his words, the command in his tone, sends you spiraling towards another climax. You can feel the pressure building, the coil tightening within you, ready to snap. With a cry of his name, you come undone, your body trembling with the force of your orgasm.

Shoto's own release follows closely, his cock pulsing inside you as he fills you with his seed once more. The warmth of his cum, the way his body shudders beneath you, is making you moan, just for him.

You collapse against him, both of you spent and breathless. 

His arms wrap around you yet again, holding you close, his lips pressing gentle kisses to your temple. 

The room is filled with the sound of your heavy breathing.

As you lay there, feeling the rise and fall of his chest beneath you, you can't help but smile. "I love you," you whisper, your voice filled with all the emotions you can't put into words.

"I love you too," Shoto replies, his voice equally tender. "Thank you for taking my breath away."

[inf3ct3dd]

ellie headcanons pt.3,,,!!

warnings: mentions of boobs, ass (lmao) , mild sexual content, use of the d-slur (jokingly)

content: loser!ellie x reader :3 my pookieeee

authors note: these r actually my favorite things to write ever like im so glad yall like them :333

pt. 2. taglist!!! masterlist!!!!

☆ REALLY likes beef jerky. she’ll just sit there and chew…

- her hands r just constantly freezing. like DEAD PERSON COLD ITS SCARYYYY!!! she definitely uses ur boobs as handwarmers and its JARRING because her hands are actually so cold 😞😞!!!

- HER FEET TOO!!! she has some sort of circulation issues bc you’ll be in bed together and she’ll put her feet on you and you’ll just turn into a cartoon ice cube 😕😕

- the SECOND u have some sort of drama she is seated. like she is so MESSY she will talk shit abt someone she knows absolutely nothing abt just bc u don’t like them. anyone you hate she hates 💪🏽💪🏽

- speaking of she is literally so sassy 😞😞 like she will literally full body turn away from you and look at the window while you drive if she’s mad at you.

- every time you say something even remotely sexual she’s looking at you like 🤨 and trying not to laugh. if you texted her “im coming” she’d burst out laughing and write back like “geez we’re just going to the zoo…didn’t know u were THAT excited”

- has the humor of a middle school boy. she has an actual problem w deez nuts jokes 😞😞 she thinks its SOOOO FUNNY to give u fake backshots whenever you bend over around her. fake moans and everything 💔💔

- a pharb AND a barb. she definitely knows all of super bass by heart, and she knows how to play savior complex on the guitar. duality of women!!!

- every time you say something nice to her she’s like “ew thats gay” and then she gets upset when u get upset for it 😞 so RUDE actually!!!

- really likes doing facemasks with you because you always put them on for her, and because you look really stupid with them on.

- this video. js this whole video like!!! she definitely has that dinosaur hand sanitizer AND that backpack!!

- likes rings cuz she thinks they make her look cool, but she literally cannot keep them for more than a month. they get lost SO EASILY!!!

- knows a concerning amount of things about the roman empire.

- definitely saw the barbie movie with you, and got so embarrassed at the ken guitar scene ☹️ “do i do that??” and you had to hold back laughter and tell her no

- if you have little siblings, they LOVE HER. she is so good with kids its insane. she would definitely do the griddy w ur little brother and you would NEVER let her live it down

- if you take her to a family gathering, she’s either talking with your uncles or hanging out with your younger cousins. she’s scared of your cousins your age bc they’re “cool like you”

- definitely bought you lego flowers at one point and sat on the floor and built them with you

- has those glow-in-the-dark stars on her bedroom ceiling

- would absolutely lick your salt lamp “for science”

- one time you put her hair in pigtails and she wore it the whole day, and refused to let her friends make fun of it cuz her “wife” did them

- talks about you like a 40 year old man talks about his wife. “gotta get home to the wife” definitely has “happy wife happy life!” on a tshirt

- built the two of you a house on minecraft and put your beds next to each otherrrr :((

- carved your name on her skateboard and guitar

- had an AWFUL emo phase in middle school. terrible. was absolutely an avid tumblr user

- such a nerd about vinyls. would take u on dates to her favorite vinyl store, and buy you a new vinyl player because “yours damages your vinyls, and the audio quality is shit” (you randomly bought it on amazon)

- just knows so many facts…about things…. like she’s always talking to you like “oh my god babe did you know that-“

- would get “jealous” of your pets whenever you’d pet them or hold them in front of her. just going up to your cat like “she likes me more than you”

- made herself one of those “i love my girlfriend” tshirts with your face on it

- your dad definitely loves her because they have so much in common. grilling, fishing,camping, she’s like the ultimate dad-dyke

- can fall asleep ANYWHERE. like the second she’s tired she’s just 😴😴 and she’s definitely using you as a pillow

- one time the two of you went to a family party and you found her asleep on two folded chairs

- you’re her wallpaper on all her devices.

- every time you ask her what she’s doing and she’s playing guitar shes like “just fingering my guitar”. she thinks its SOOOO HILARIOUS

- definitely says white ppl shit all the time on accident . one time she said “lets rock and roll” when you two were going somewhere and she literally didn’t talk for 5 minutes cuz you could not stop laughing

- LOVES burts bees !!! her lips always taste like their strawberry chapstick and its wonderful

- has a pair of lightning mcqueen crocs

- LOVESSSS when you paint her nails and do her makeup (she just likes you sitting on her lap)

- definitely one of those girls thats like. obsessed w doctor pepper. its a serious problem 😞😞!!!

- has a little shoe box full of receipts, polaroids of you, and little souvenirs from your dates. :((

- literally melts when you scratch her back

- very into horror games/analog horror. definitely binge watched markipliers “faith” gameplay and talked about it nonstop

- miles morales is def her fave superhero. has so many of his comics and LOVES the spiderverse movies. calls you her gwen 😞😞

taglist!!! if ur name is crossed i cant tag u :((

@syrenada @dinaissoprettyoml @kingofmylastkiss @as2rid @greencacty @melissabarrerass @bratydoll @lov3lylotus @forelliesposts @echostinn @f3r4lfr0gg3r @r3wbeef @leatheredhearts @mousymaven @mina-281 @princessguardian444 @calystas-morning-tea @horror-whoree @slutshies @bearieio @mag-mfm @bubs-world @paran0id0blivi0n @sawaagyapong @bbygrlshelbs @gayh0rr0r @pl9ys @ellieslilslvvt @dollietes @elliesmellsbadd @ibloom4u @ddreabea @beestar120 @brunettedolls-blog @girlwonderchloe @elliesgflol @maris-koffin @emonopolyman @iloveeyousblog @fr3sh-tragedies @ilovaffles @certifedcrybunny @elleatethat @baldph0bic @clouded-whispers @4rt3m1ss @saggykneecaps @swtsuna @ell1esslutt @minixmel @yuyans-stuff @owmoiralover @thecowardwrites @lunascerebro @elliestrwbrry @iwantsoda @teeveegirl @dinasmoon @urnewghostfriend

[maddiedrawz]

supercorp: the duality :P

i will nOT be blamed for this

full drawing~

funny story, i sent this to my friend mindie who knows nothing about supercorp but everything about art. we do that sometimes, send art to each other for thoughts and such. anyways, she was like hmmm maybe the left one is looking dark cuz “like the red light shit” AND I GASPED AND SAID IM KEEPING THAT RED SUN LAMP LETS GO???? LMAOOOO she doesn’t even know that she just gave me the biggest epiphany HAHAHAH

[blackwolfstabs]

Parker's Secret Santa Gifts🎄for @alkivm

ONE NORMAL NIGHT

In the heart of winter and in the dead of night, you and Wednesday share the woods.

fandom: Wednesday (2022) pairing: Wedesnday Addams × Fem!Vampire!Reader a/n: this is my 1st × reader ever so i'm feeling very insecure about it.. however, i wanted to do something up your alley, Alk. i also wanted to write from Wednesday because i knew writing something of Sam would be too predictable of me haha. anyways, i hope you enjoy!!

You slid into the partially dark dorm room that held your girlfriend’s strong scent. For someone as dark and mysterious as Wednesday, you never expected her to have a smell that was actually calming. However, this made it easier for you to find her. Being a vampire allowed you the same nose the werewolves had. Maybe even better, in your opinion…

Speaking of werewolves, Enid’s side of the room was the dark side, for once. She must’ve been out with her girl pack. This led you to immediately find Wednesday seated at her desk with a lit lamp as the clicking of the typewriter keys echoed off the walls. Her writing time, you presumed with a small smirk and shake of your head. It was part of her nightly routine. 

But you were looking for a night where they could just be with each other. It had snowed all day, but with the dark that you both adored, came clear skies and moonlight that made the snow sparkle. Wednesday, of course, didn’t care for sparkly things, but you hadn’t seen anything more vintage in decades. And you wanted to share that with her.

You wanted one normal night.

She never stopped typing, her black eyes undivided, but there was something about the way her shoulders braced that told you that she knew you were there. So, you approached her, but before you could speak, she did.

“What is it, Y/N?” she asked flatly. “You know this is my—”

“Yes, yes, I know. This is your writing time,” you cut her off as you stopped behind her chair and leaned against it. “I was thinking… maybe we could take a walk through the woods? We’ve been shut indoors all day because of the snowfall, and the moon is rather beautiful tonight.” You heard her give a short huff, which encouraged you to follow up with, “Almost as beautiful as you…”

Wednesday scoffed as she felt you lean down and kiss her cheek. You had just been outside, on your way over, so your lips were cold against her warm skin. It made her pull away slightly, “Oh, please, your pick-up lines are aging on me.” But even she had her own jokes to turn around on you, and she glanced up to tease, “Almost as much as you.”

To be fair, you did not see that coming as you looked away in mock offense. “You've been waiting to spring that one on me, haven’t you?”

She shrugged and went back to her writing, “Not really. You just fell into the trap.”

“Sly psychic,” you rolled your eyes.

“Dumb vampire.”

God, the way she just threw back words in any situation that made her charisma grow had your vampire instincts tingling. It made you frisky and longing for a hunt. However, if Wednesday followed your lead, you could take the thirst just to have one night with her. “Please?” you hated to beg, yet here you were doing it for her. “Can’t you spare one day of cutting your writing time short?”

Your borderline-desperate tone made her give a small smirk, and that gave you a little bit of hope. You had other plans for that night anyway, so you would make sure she’d show her side of the duality you had gotten the pleasure to know.

“Let me finish this paragraph,” she eventually gave in. 

You let her do so without trouble, pacing around the room like a caged tiger while you waited. And then she stood up from her chair and turned around to catch you looking at her.

“You’ve got the patience of a saint.” The sarcasm was thick in her flat tone.

You just shrugged and nodded to the tunic-length jacket that was lying on her bed, “That should be warm enough for you.”

The raven gave you an uncertain look as she went to retrieve it and slip it on. “Sometimes, I think you forget that I’m not a vampire,” she commented, clearly not convinced one jacket would keep her warm in the snowy wilderness.

“Never,” you assured her. When she turned around and approached you with her dark eyes trying to figure out the million thoughts behind your glowing ones, you gave her a wink. “Don’t worry, love. I’ll keep you warm.” 

She didn’t look convinced. “I’m thrilled.” Then again, she never did.

You never took that personally from her. After all, she was the one to insinuate a relationship that was more than friends. She had even stolen the first kiss between you two. As uninterested as she tried to seem, you knew she was curious about what you had in mind. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have followed you out.

The bitter cold of the winter night suited you just fine as you stepped out of the heated indoors and shook your head out to relish the chilly freedom. You sighed in delight, before looking over your shoulder to see Wednesday pacing up next to you. 

She blinked unsteadily, the breeze stinging her eyes and cheeks as her bangs were swept aside. She crossed her arms and hugged them against her chest. “It had to be tonight?”

You rolled your eyes, “Oh, come on, Wednesday, it’s not that bad!” You gave her a playful nudge. “You just need to get that warm blood pumping,” you then teased, your breed leaving you immune to the freeze.

She just growled in annoyance, which made you decide to take the first step—well, more like the second step now… “So, try and keep up,” you told her, then raced away into the woods.

It must have caught her off-guard, because she immediately followed hot in pursuit. “Y/N!” It was like she hadn’t even thought about the fact that she was rushing into a game of Tag, like it was a mindless effort that sent her after you.

Her calls made you run faster, weaving through the trees like a trained dog in agility, and you let out a triumphant howl that sent the crows scattering into the night sky. In return, you actually got a few calls back from the werewolves scouting the forest as well. “Hey, Wednesday!” you hollered over your shoulder, “you think one of those is your roommate?!”

You could hear your girlfriend’s panting grow louder as she flanked you a few yards back. “No!” she answered, “Enid wouldn’t be caught dead in this kind of cold!”

“But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?!” Being an Addams gave you so much freedom to joke about death, considering you were already dead inside. It was meant to be.

“Not tonight, Y/N!”

You just laughed and raced on, filing deeper and farther into the world of forestry that almost shielded the moonlight. The wind seemed to be going 100 miles per hour against your skin, making a million scents bathe your tongue every time you breathed in. 

And then the scent of fur and fresh-kill caught your senses. You were gaining too close to the werewolves, so you figured this was a good place to stop.

Wednesday, on the other hand, didn’t have as keen a sense of smell, which kept her racing on. She couldn’t see you anymore, but she had done that dance before. The amount of times she’d run through this very forest was unimaginable, especially with a destination known or unknown in mind. She wasn’t afraid of running through the dark; however, the crisp cold air was taking a toll on her lungs. She called out for you, slowing down to catch her breath. “Y/N?!”

Compared to the way she’d sounded a few minutes ago, back at the dorm, she wasn’t so uptight about everything. And that was where you wanted her.

The raven slowed all the way, when she didn’t receive a response from you. She glanced around as she trotted forward. “Y/N?” Her panting was silenced among the breeze and so was your movement in the low branch of the nearest tree.

When she passed it, you grabbed her arm and pulled it towards the trunk. She yelped and spun around, yanking her arm away to look up and meet your golden eyes. “Sorry,” you giggled, releasing her to comb your wind-tossed hair back with one hand. 

Her voice went back to its natural, monotoned-self. “Why are you in a tree?”

“We’re too close to the werewolves,” you nearly whispered the explanation. Then, you held your hand out to her. “Come on, I’ll help you up.” 

The gold shimmer in your eyes struck the lightest reflection in hers as she took it and let you pull half of her weight up onto the same branch.

You knew she wasn’t the most comfortable person with heights without being guarded by some sort of railing, so you made sure she was steady before you continued to lead the way up. Being a vampire, your agility and strength were reliable. You could weave quicker through the limbs. And once you reached almost ¾-ths of the way up, you crouched to check on your girlfriend.

Despite her size and normal human strength, she actually kept up well, only being a few branches below. However, being the lady vampire you were, you had lived for a few centuries. So, chivalry was definitely not dead in your era, just evolved out of the strictly-male ideals. “Wednesday!” She paused her climbing to glance up at you, which made you hold your hand out to her again. “I got you.” The cold must have been biting at her because she grabbed your hand with no hesitation, and you lifted her up, wrapping one arm around her waist to safely bring her to your level. 

She wouldn’t admit it, but the raven was relieved that you had the decency to allow her to be closest to the tree trunk. She glanced down, almost nervously, but left it undetectable as she asked, “Is there any reason why you insist on being so high up?”

“No one can see us from up here.” 

She shifted skeptically. 

“I thought you liked being uncomfortable,” you smirked. You caught the way she curved her fingers into the bark, threatening to clutch it if the branch that held them teased a crack or two.

Wednesday gave a slightly flustered sigh. “The last time I was in a tree, things didn’t go so well.” When she looked your way again, the moon light dappling through the trees made her eyes show a shade of brown that wasn’t common in her natural aesthetic. 

It took some of the frost away from the cold that you didn’t realize you could feel until that deep gaze met yours. Her frame looked even smaller as she backed up to secure herself against the trunk, which you knew she did to brace herself in case anything happened. You softened your voice as you moved closer to her. “I won’t let you fall,” the words came so naturally, it was almost considered pure.

She blinked at you. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Y/N…” 

You stopped a short distance from her, close enough to see what she hoped you wouldn’t: her desire for comfort. You slid one hand around her waist and the other over her cheek to block the winter breeze. “Here’s my promise,” you whispered, then pulled her into a gentle kiss.

To your surprise, she fell into it instantly, almost as if she was thinking of the same thing. She must have felt secure in your arms, for she then put her arms around your torso. And through the kiss, you smiled. 

She pulled away. “Is that all you got?” she tested you, looking away and over your shoulder to bait you into moving elsewhere than her lips.

You took in a deep breath, and her scent was so strong that you could almost taste her… You felt your golden gaze start to burn and your mouth start to salivate. There was a surge of power that entwined your bloodstream, and the thrill to drink made you stare at her open neck. Well… almost open. “Are you teasing me, Ms. Addams?” you asked her as you dipped your head towards the crook of her neck and nosed her braid over her shoulder, fully exposing her warm skin. 

“Bite me, Y/LN,” she almost purred into your ear. It was supposed to be a tease, but it came out more as a command.

But it was your pleasure, regardless. “Not until we’re in bed, my cold-hearted darling,” you replied, then pressed your lips to her neck. It was hard not to bite her right now. Just a little taste of that sweet drink that came out of the most savage student in Nevermore Academy would have sufficed. But you wouldn’t. Not now. For now, you forced yourself to only kiss and suckle her skin in a slow trail down her neck, but you did manage to let your fangs nip her every now and then.

All the while, Wednesday laid her head on your shoulder, sighing through the treatment with small moans, while her black nails curled into your spine when your fangs would catch her soft skin. 

It was the perfect mix of Heaven and Hell.

It was angelic and demonic.

It was sweet and stubborn.

It was you and Wednesday…

On this one normal night.

merry christmas/happy holidays alk! i hope this made you smile and i'm wishing you a very pleasureable rest of the season. thank you for being such a supportive friend 🎄✨🎁

- parker (BWS)

[liyawritesss]

ᴀꜱ ᴡᴇ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ, ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɪꜱꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴏɴ ᴍᴇ

Characters: Spider-Verse!Earth-42!Miles Morales [The Prowler] x Black!Fem!Reader

Type: Fic

Word Count: 1.7k

Synopsis: Sometimes Miles just wants to sway with you in the middle of his bedroom while R&B music plays in the background.

Warnings: Cursing, 15+ Miles here, keep it cute this is lil cuz we talkin’ bout here!!!

A/N: My first (and possibly only) attempt at 42!Miles Morales. Idk, thought it would be something cute…might make a 1610!Miles Morales counterpart lol.

Song Suggestions: “Close” by Ella Mai, “Lotus Flower Bomb” by Wale ft. Miguel, “Love Don’t Change” by Jeremih

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“Do you think this fits okay?”

His lights are set to the lavender color setting on his LED lights that line the top ceiling corners of his room, though the lamp on his desk also provides warm white light to contrast against it. Miles looks up from his phone conversation with his uncle to glance at your figure standing in front of the mirror attached to the back of his door as your gaze analyzes the new pair of leggings adorning your legs.

“They look perfect, bella.” Miles responds, the amused lilt in his voice nearly blowing over your head when you hear him speak. Though, to Miles, anything you wear is perfect in his eyes. Your lips jut out in a pout as you continue to examine your bottom half dressed in the black leggings, debating on if you’d gotten the right size to accentuate your curves the way you want them to.

The leggings were just one of many items that laid in various shopping bags that littered Miles’ floor, currently. From LuLuLemon to Victoria’s Secret to Fashion Nova, Miles can certainly say that he’s made up for his impromptu disappearance before your date night the night prior.

He didn’t mean for last night to happen, truly. He knew you really wanted to see that movie. It was the last night it was playing in theaters, too, and you were so excited when you managed to find tickets to the last showing, and proposed the date idea to him. Miles admits that he was interested in the proposition, not just because you had proposed it, but because the mere mention of it got you so worked up that he truly believed it to be worth it.

So, to make up for not only bailing on the date, but also going ghost for much the prior night as well, he picked you up for an impromptu day at the mall. It wasn’t an easy feat, Miles admits, convincing you to allow him to make it up to you in this way. He felt guilty for inadvertently crushing your hopes, and you’d felt even more guilty about taking the new date offer that required him to spend his money.

“I’m tryna make it up to you.” He’d said

“Miles, I said it was fine-” you’d said.

“-but it’s not, though.” He’d interjected.

“You had…stuff to do,” you’d whispered to him, “I can’t expect you to drop everything at my beck and call, and I know what I signed up for when we started dating.”

If someone told Miles that four months ago he’d start dating the pretty girl who always slept through their shared mathematics class, he’d surely look at you as if you’d just grown a second head. He still doesn’t know what attracted him to you in the first place - how pretty you looked asleep at your desk, or the fact that even though you’d be knocked out the second you took your seat, if the teacher happened to call on you for a question, you managed to answer it correctly every time. 

You’d quickly became his first and, as it stands, only friend at Visions Academy. Soon enough, you’d also became aware of his double persona, though if Miles had it his way, he would have kept you in the dark for as long as possible. It wasn’t easy, juggling the duality of the life he lived. The less people close to him, the easier the job was. Well, unless the person was you.

You were like a piece of gum stuck under a desk - an ever looming presence, never disappearing; but like the candy before being discarded, you were also sweet, refreshing, comforting. Miles wanted to make this work for the both of you. He’d grown too fond of you to let you slip out of his life like sand from the beach.

“So that mean you just accept whatever you get?” Miles asks, eyebrows raised again. “Nah, we don’t do that around here.”

Unfortunately, there was no fighting against Miles when he had his mind made up.

So you entertained his proposition, though not without a fight. You made sure that the boy bought some things for himself as well, and even managed to sneak in a few items for his mother (which, in all honesty, he didn’t need much convincing for - it was his mother, after all). So, granted, not all of the bags on the floor were yours, so it made you feel a bit better about Miles splurging on you as an apology.

He watches as you shift through a tiny black and pink bag with the V.S. initials printed in cursive on the side, fishing out a bottle of soft purple body mist that Miles would recognize anywhere. He’d recognize it because it was his favorite scent that you frequently bought from the clothing chain. He could never tire of the lavender and jasmine that calmed his mind and relaxed his body whenever you were around, or put him to sleep whenever the two of you cuddled together.

The familiar spritz spritz sound echoes throughout his room, fading into the old school R&B that currently plays in the living room area where his mom is having company over. The mist settles into the cloth of your sweatshirt - his sweatshirt, actually -  and into your skin, before he watches your feet carry you closer to him.

“Don’t tell me you sprayed that just to come and hug me?” He says, though his body straightens at the edge of the bed, phone becoming a distant memory as he tucks it into his hoodie pocket.

You shrug, a playful smile spreads to your lips as you step between his legs, hands coming to cup his cheeks, “shut up, you know you like it.”

He didn’t have to admit that he loved it - a lazy hand coming to rest at the back of your knee was enough proof of it.

“Why you tryna be like me,” the brown skin boy hums, sucking his teeth and deflecting the conversation from the truthful statement, “always stealin’ my clothes ‘nd shit.”

“Same reason why half of my scrunchie jar is gone,” you tease back, “I gave you one, Miles, and now I’m missing, like, ten of ‘em.”

“I’on know what you talkin’ ‘bout.” 

“Of course you don’t.”

At some point, the same hand that rested behind your knee crept up to your waist as his head pressed into your stomach, the smell of your perfume drawing him closer. It lulled him into a state of security; however, it was swiftly ruined when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He’s sure that it’s Aaron.

He takes the phone out and it opens up to his text messages almost immediately when his face comes into view. The ominous intent behind the words ‘hold on’ in blue bubbles makes his stomach tighten.

You feel it, too. The shift in his demeanor can be felt when you stand this close to him. “Was it Aaron?”

His phone becomes discarded on the bed while his other arm raises up, and both wrap around your frame while he buries his head into your stomach inhaling the perfume etched into the fabric there. “Yeah.”

One hand goes to rub soothing circles on his clothed back, the other caresses the nape of his neck, holding him close, for the reality of it all was that he could have to leave at any moment.

The slightly muffled music from the living room shifts to another song and it sparks a lightbulb in your head. 

Your hands go to gently pry Miles’ hands from your body. He raises his head in question, before being tugged to his feet by you as well. You reposition his arms around your waist, and yours find their place around his neck, and after a few seconds, it clicks for him.

“You’re so corny.” He voices, muffled by the position his face takes in the crevice of your neck, nose tickled by the goddess braids that rested against your shoulders.

“Shut up,” you lightly scold, “just sway with me, idiot.”

The richness of the singer’s voice gives Miles’ body more than enough incentive to lean from side to side in a slow motion, taking you in his arms with him as he does so. You fully expect for him to pull away or grumble at the proposition, yet, you’re not completely surprised when he simply gives in to your direction. Perhaps he desires the same closeness you do in this moment, you think.

Miles feels himself smiling when the touch of your hand graces his cheek, thumb swiping comforting strokes along his skin. He hums at the touch, his grip tightening in the slightest around your waist. Is he too young to wish for this all the time?

His phone buzzes in his pocket again, his brown hand fishes for the device and glances down at the text message once more. The pit in his stomach fades away when he reads the words ‘no need. good 4 2nite’ from his uncle in blue. Miles lets out a short breath, pockets his phone, and sinks back into your touch. 

He’s thankful that there seems to be no need for the Prowler on the streets tonight. Perhaps he can rest in peace.

Miles’ taken from his thoughts when he feels your lips graze across his cheek. “Everything good?”

He feels a smile spread across his lips. “Yeah, we good,” he hums, returning the affection.

Neither of you even notice that another person has entered the room, until the sound of someone clearing their throat echoes throughout the walls. Miles looks up from your shoulder to see his mother standing in the doorway, a content yet melancholic look on her face.

“If you kids want something to eat, there’s leftovers from me and the girls, bien?”

The hand that was once on his cheek now hides your face from his mother’s prying, knowing eyes, and it emits a chuckle from the older woman.

“Bueno, mami, we’ll get some later.” Miles replies before Rio leaves, making sure to leave the door ajar just the slightest.

Though, neither of you are ready to part, even at the prospect of food. So Miles returns to the warmth of your neck, your hand returning to caress the side of his face as he molds himself back into you, and the two of you continue to sway to the music, content in your own little world.

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[completeoveranalysis]

[1]

Chapitre 205 - Divine Providence Broken

Splash Text: He knew the truth, that this peace would not last too long…

aka HIM. 

MR PROBLEMS HIMSELF. 

As usual he has more calm and grace than would be expected from someone who has caused so much trouble for literally every single living person - but of course he does, it’s Clow Reed. 

But Clow Reed aside there are some incredibly fun visual choices all over this. Beneath his robes you can see the same kind of traditional clothing that Lava Lamp and his father wore, tying the bloodline together in a way you can actually see. He also has butterfly clasps holding the robe closed, which evoke Yuuko Ichihara but also a bit of Watanuki, who is just as much his descendant as Lava Lamp is (and there are two butterflies, which would match their duality). 

Clow himself gazes peacefully out at scenery that we can’t see, but we CAN see the bare branches of a tree with three birds perched nearby. The birds could easily be argued to be a sign of anyone you really wanted it to be. Is it the remaining Tsubasa family - Fai, Kurogane, and Lava Lamp? Is Lava Lamp on a separate branch because he’s the only one of them who comes from a different timeline?

Is it maybe the three Syaorans, with Watanuki and Lava Lamp on one branch and our Clone Syaoran on another (or the other way around?)? Or is it the Sakuras, with the original ‘Sakura’ frozen in time on her own branch, while the other Sakura and her clone sit on the other?

Are the branches of the tree a sign of diverging paths in time? Of timelines cut off and restarted and choices leading into different directions? Is the number of birds a representation of that original timeline (ie, 1 bird) has now become a new timeline altogether, but resulted in more birds than there were originally due to the disturbance? Or is the fact that we see BOTH scenarios at the same time a sign that the broken universe can still be mended, and the three as a whole will grow again in the future? Or perhaps a sign of how Clamp's future vision worked, seeing multiple paths and timelines at once? 

OR. Are they just pretty birds? The most deceptive option?!

Either way, we’ve had several other covers of the Tsubasa family standing in a dead-looking tree, and here we have Clow Reed calmly watching the same kind of tree - but from a distance.

Because he’s dead now. c:

[eri-pl]

All the brothers...

I can't grasp it well yet, but I feel like Tolkien really loved writing a dynamins between two (exactly 2) brothers, especially twins, and making them a stark contrast.

Melkor and Manwe, of course. The good Vala and the bad Vala. Both into the same woman. One is the king, the other wants to be the king. Names start with the same letter, we'll see more of it later. Good / purity vs evil.

Do the lamps count? Do the trees count? Sun and moon? Generally: silver light and golden light.

(skipping Feanor, and two other Fs, because there were 3 brothers)

Another M-pair: Maedhros and Maglor. Fire and water. Not only in their final fates, but music is of water too. (and the third Silmaril ends up free in the air)

Curufin and Celegorm, Indoors and outdoors guy, but both pretty awful. (Caranthir doesn't count, he spent less time with them)

Amrod and Amras, and of course, on twin dies, the other lives (for now). Also, again one is tied to fire and fell fate.

Huor and Hurin, extended to their sons: Tuor and Turin. One did great deeds, one was doomed. Destiny at its best and its worst.

Dior's sons, surprisingly they probably both died? But at least they were twins, so maybe I should include them.

Elrond and Elros. Twins theme at its peak. Men and Elves. Immortality and death. Fading into background and short-lived, doomed glory. Also, they tie to M&M. also, Elros's heritage dies in water, which ties him even more to Maglor. And Elrond is, surprisingly, tied to the element of air, because of his Ring.

Elrond has twins again (+Arwen) but we aren't told their fates.

Isildur and Anarion?

I probably forgot some more pairs.

Well, after I wrote it down, it's not a lot, but I still feel like it's a strong theme in the Silm. Dualities. Mostly

silver / gold and Elves/Men, I would say those map on one another and maybe West / East is also similar. Silver-elves-West and gold-Men-East

also, the lines of Numenor kings and Andunie tie to the previous one partially

One lives (at least for some time) and weeps, the other dies quickly.

some subset of Fire/Air/Water

Maybe it's just me. I was always sad as a kid that I was the only one.

Thoughts?

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for telling my two friends that they might be “soulmates”?

okay for privacy sake i will use abbreviations… so i (27NB) have two coworkers-turned-friends named T (28M) and B (27M)… they had known eachother before i ever met them and were both to my knowledge straight and cis

the three of us game a lot and have hung out every week over the past 8 months since i met them. T and B feel like they could have been my brothers separated at birth; we get along great and have the same humor. they treat me like “one of the guys” and it gives me a lot of euphoria as a transmasc enby

some nights we spend listening to eachother talk about specific interests that each of us has. B is a DM and is obsessed with D&D, T loves politics and history so he rants about it a lot, and i’m into psychology and personality typing. we each like talking about these things but are casual-enjoyers compared to the respective person who has more of a die-hard obsession. it’s a good way to unwind; getting drunk or high and listening to somebody else go off the rails about a topic you enjoy

i just recently got a new book about personality typing. to sum up, it deals a lot with how others interact with eachother and what each person values (it’s a socionics book). tbh it’s all just fun for me, i love reading theories about behavior. both T and B have had me “type” them and they’re entertained by it so when i got this new book and we hung out two nights ago i was excited to have some drinks and rant about the book i’m reading…

they were excited, too. i was tipsy while ranting but i remember a lot of laughing and me pacing around while i talked. i may or may not have accidentally knocked over one of B’s lamps when i walked past it. but it was all just positive reactions to what i was talking about. i talked a lot their own personalities, but neither of them seemed bothered. they’ve said before that they kinda like it when i “psychoanalyze” them…

here’s where i maybe am an asshole.

after i got too drunk to keep ranting, we started playing mario kart. playing mario kart while drunk is hilarious tbh and we aren’t competitive people much. T and B are always pretty nice to eachother about it. so, in the last round we were playing B knocked T out of first place at the last second and other than a playful slap on the arm/joking insult T didn’t really seem to mind. he even complimented B on managing to do it while drunk. i’ve definitely had friends play mario kart and attack me for doing a lot less than what B did

so, stupid and drunk, i made the connection in my brain what two types they might be from the book i’m reading. i told them as much and they both seemed interested but want to know why i thought that. i pointed out that they are both a little soft around eachother and tend to have similar values. i explained the two types i thought they each fit and they seemed to agree up until i explained… that those two types are considered “soulmates” (the book also calls it “duality”) which might be why they are so close

immediately T got kinda defensive. he asked me what i meant by that and i stupidly told him more about it rather than noticing his tone. he was a little too quiet after i finished talking so i tried to make it better him by telling him it was “just pseudoscience” because honestly it is. when T didn’t speak for a minute or two after that, B got up to go to the bathroom.

i don’t have a super clear memory of what B’s reaction was since i was focused on T, but i vaguely remember him looking happy about it before T spoke and until i saw his face when he got up i figured he hadn’t been bothered. B is a bubbly kinda guy, always smiling, but when he left he looked hurt, sad…

i was pretty confused. i’m not great at social cues and even worse if nobody tells me how they feel. jfc add drunk on top of it and i’m lost. T and B are usually patient about that and talk it out with me but we only ended up hanging out for maybe 20-30 mins afterward and when T and i left to go home nothing had really been resolved.

i had kinda forgotten about it when i went to bed that night but the next day i woke up to a text from T that essentially said “can you not talk about B and i like that we’ve had this issue before and we’re not gay”

as a queer person, both trans and bisexual, this is always a weird situation for me to be in. i’m not sure how to explain to a straight cis guy that “soulmates” can be platonic. i just texted back saying okay and kinda left it at that and B hasn’t mentioned it not even when i saw him at work yesterday. he seemed kinda quiet once or twice but not much different.

but tonight i have a shift at the same time as T and i’m worried i was already an asshole but that i’ll be an even bigger asshole if i push this topic any further. idk it feels unresolved

tl;dr i implied two of my straight cis guy friends were “soulmates” and one of them got very awkward/defensive about it but the other got kinda sad. i want to ask them more about it and talk about it with them. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[cherryrainn]

Dom! onceler 1972 x fem! reader who is his wife like a very typical housewife pleasee

━━ ✧ 𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

─ ✩ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ; onceler (1972) + reader

─ ✩ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ; please note that this story portrays traditional gender roles

─ ✩ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; smoking

you were the picture-perfect housewife, and your husband, the onceler, was the epitome of a successful businessman. your home was filled with the scent of freshly baked apple pie, the clinking of fine china, and the occasional, unmistakable aroma of cigars.

onceler was a man of many facets. he had a way of commanding your attention with just a look. yet, he was also so sweet in his own way. he often called you "dear" and "darling," and his rare moments of tenderness made your heart swell.

one evening, you were in the kitchen preparing dinner, the aroma of your signature pot roast wafting through the house. you wore a floral apron over your well-pressed dress, your hair neatly styled, and pearls adorning your neck.

onceler entered the kitchen, his presence demanding attention. he exhaled a cloud of cigar smoke, and you could smell the faint musk of his favorite brand in the air. he watched you for a moment before his deep voice broke the silence.

"the roast looks delicious," he said, his eyes never leaving you. "but you know i prefer it medium-rare."

you nodded, setting the utensils down. "of course, dear. i'll adjust the cooking time."

he stepped closer, his hand gently cupping your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "that's better. you know how to please me."

onceler's dominant nature was always present, but it wasn't unkind. he appreciated the effort you put into being a good wife. as you continued to prepare dinner, he watched your every move, his critical eye noting the details you'd overlooked.

but it was the evenings when the two of you retired to the living room, the soft glow of the vintage lamp casting warm light, that you cherished the most. he'd sit back in his armchair, cigar in hand, and you'd join him on the floor by his feet, your head resting against his leg.

his fingers would run through your hair as he spoke, sharing stories of his business ventures and his day. he'd ask about your activities and interests, showing genuine interest in your world.

it was a life of duality, but one that you had chosen. onceler may have been demanding, but he was also loving and appreciative. in his own way, he showed his affection and made you feel cherished as his dear housewife.

[incorrect-worldless-quotes]

Aven: Synonyms are weird because if you invite someone to your cottage in the forest, that just sounds nice and cozy. But if I invite you to my cabin in the woods you’re going to die.

Lightning Nightmare : My favorite is explaining the difference between a butt dial and a booty call.

Shade: It’s called connotations.

Lamp: Try this one on for size, “Forgive me, Father, I have sinned” vs “Sorry, Daddy, I’ve been naughty."

Dark Paladin : Great news! Language is now banned!

[tiramisuucakeee]

4. LEGEND OF THE GENIE

( genie in a bottle, jay )

“and so the king and the genie were never seen again, as they both were swallowed into the lamp for eternity,” the guide concluded, his voice echoing softly in the quiet museum hall.

the group of middle school kids stood mesmerized, their wide eyes reflecting a blend of awe and disbelief as they stared at the tarnished lamp behind the glass.

the guide, jay, stood tall and animated, gesturing dramatically. his voice held a captivating energy, the way he wove the tale drawing the children deeper into the story. “this lamp,” he continued, “is said to hold the essence of those fateful wishes - both glorious and tragic.”

“does that mean king jongseong is trapped forever?” a boy with a baseball cap asked, concern etched on his face.

“exactly,” jay replied, nodding, his expression serious. “the wish he made bound him and the genie to each other eternally, just as they truly wished for.”

the kids exchanged glances, whispers rippling through the group. one girl leaned against the display, her brows furrowed. “that sounds so unfair for them! why didn’t the genie stop him if she really loved him or something? now they can never come out!”

you stood at the back, heart racing, a wave of nostalgia washing over you as you listened. memories flooded back - laughter shared, whispered secrets under the stars, and the bittersweet reality of the choices you and jay had made. he had sacrificed so much for love, and the weight of that lingered in your chest to this day.

“Is it true that the genie could grant any wish?” another girl piped up, her voice filled with wonder.

“legend says that the genie was bound to fulfill the wishes of whoever possessed the lamp,” jay explained, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “but, as we learned, those wishes can come at a great cost. your desire and wording can twist in unexpected ways.”

the kids continued to chatter, their youthful energy a contrast to the weighty tale. you moved closer to the display case, your heart pounding as you reached out, fingers just shy of the glass.

“okay, everyone!” jay clapped his hands, breaking you from your reverie. “let’s move on to the next exhibit. remember, this tale teaches us about the nature of our wishes and the consequences they can bring, because sometimes what we think we want, isn’t really what we wish for.”

as the group began to shuffle away, you lingered for a moment longer, gazing at the lamp which was once everything you were, alone. the tarnished surface caught the light, shimmering faintly, and for a heartbeat, you felt as if you were back in time.

you caught jay’s eye, and for a moment, the room around you faded into the background.

“interesting tale, isn’t it?” he said, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. there was a spark of recognition in his curious gaze that sent a shiver down your spine, reminding you of the first time he ever saw you.

“it really is,” you replied, your heart still racing for him. “but it’s also a bit tragic. the king was kind of dumb, he sacrificed his whole life.”

he leaned slightly closer, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. “but isn’t there something beautiful in that sacrifice? the lengths one might go for love?”

you met his gaze, feeling a rush of connection that felt almost electric. “true, but it’s also about the price you pay. love made him an immortal being, didn’t it?”

“ah, the duality of it all,” he mused, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. “but i don’t think the king chose wrong. the genie was everything to him, and he was willing to go anywhere and be anything for her.”

“are you speaking from experience, king?” you asked with a grin, your voice barely above a whisper, already knowing the answer.

“perhaps, genie,” he said, his expression shifting, revealing a vulnerability that was rare amidst the confident demeanor of the tour guide. “every wish has its consequences, and i knew that what i wanted wasn’t what we both truly need. you didn’t want to be flesh and blood, you loved that lamp way too much.” he laughed.

“yeah, but not as much as the idiot who willingly chose to live with me forever,” you punched his arm lightly.

the kids were starting to gather, but in that moment, the world around you both felt suspended in time. you shared a knowing look, a connection that transcended the story of the king and the genie.

“maybe go finish your tour and we’ll watch something back home,” you suggested, feeling your heart race.

“of course,” he said, his voice steady and sincere.

“also,” you said, stepping closer. “stop telling kids the genie fell first, we both know who did,” you let out a breathy laugh, pushing him away playfully, and he only shook his head.

as the group called for him to move on, you took a deep breath, knowing that beneath the surface of the tale lay the essence of your own life.

jay watched you go, a knowing smile on his lips, both of you forever intertwined in a story that was still unfolding, until the end of times.

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[doumadono]

For the grand finale of this year's Sinful Sunday, may I boldly request a leisurely session of making out with Shoto, skillfully complemented by jerking him off?? I love your sinful stories and I'm super grateful for everything you're doing on here. Please stay awesome 😎

Warnings: aged-up Shoto

SINFUL SUNDAY

Imagine a cozy evening, perhaps in Shoto's apartment or a quiet spot where the two of you can have some privacy.

Soft lighting, like dim lamps or a few candles, creates an intimate atmosphere.

Soft music plays in the background, heightening the romantic atmosphere.

Shoto, typically reserved, surprises you by taking the lead. He gently cups your face, his dual-colored eyes conveying a mix of desire and affection.

Shoto's kisses are deliberate and measured. He starts with soft, lingering pecks that gradually deepen.

Much like his quirk, Shoto's kisses embody a duality. One side of his mouth is warm, while the other is cool. As your lips meet, you can feel the contrasting sensations, making the experience uniquely sensual.

His fingers trail along your jawline, leaving a trail of warmth that contrasts with the cool touch of his quirk.

With a sultry sigh, your passionate moans intertwine with the fervent exchange of a heated kiss. Your tongue, moving with deliberate seduction, sensuously explores the contours of his mouth, releasing a symphony of pleasure-laden sounds.

Your hand glides down his chest, each kiss taking you further along the enticing journey. Eventually, you find yourself resting your palm against his crotch where a noticeable bulge begins to form.

Shoto attempts to resist your advances by attempting to push your hand away. Undeterred, you choose a more provocative route, gently sinking your teeth into his lower lip. With a sly grin, you quip, "Easy there, tiger. Just relax and let me make you feel good."

You skillfully undo his belt, effortlessly glide down the zipper, and seamlessly slip your hand into the depths of his jeans and snug boxer briefs. With confidence, you take hold of his partially aroused cock, initiating a tantalizing rhythm of sensual strokes.

Shoto's breath is caught in his throat, and a soft, restrained sound escapes his lips. His body tenses, responding to the touch as if experiencing the sensation for the very first time.

Todoroki leaks an absurd amount of precum as you stroke his now fully erect cock. The wet, provocative sounds emanating from each stroke only heightens his arousal, and he grows even harder under your touch.

You find yourself engaged in a slow and sensual make-out session with Shoto. Your tongues entwine in a very slow, seductive dance, and as the intensity builds, your hand boldly ventures southward, delicately squeezing his weighty, tensed balls.

You resume your vigorous stroking. You brush your thumb against the swollen tip of his cock, spreading his precum all over his shaft.

In the blink of an eye, Todoroki succumbs to ecstasy, his warm cum coating your palm with its enticing stickiness as he moans like a horny teenager. "Cummin'!"

As the kiss breaks, you delicately run your tongue along his lips, teasingly declaring, "Now, I hope you're eager for more, tiger."

[loserlvrss]

꒰ 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐘 ꒱ 윤종우

summary : you decided you wanted to renovate your apartment, and who else to assist in distracting you than your loving—tall—boyfriend, jongwoo

genre : fluff, suggestive, jongwoo x afab!reader tws : language, pet names, kiss, slightly suggestive dialogue author notes : ^ω^ beyond help delusional word count : 0.9k

it all started when you decided that you wanted to change the interior design of your studio apartment. you had been living there for a couple years now, and seeing the boring decorations wasn’t bringing you any sort of joy after long work days.

you had honestly been feeling quite depressed inside the dark confines of a place that was supposed to bring you comfort. yes, it had lots of natural light in actuality, big ceiling to floor windows, and even various house plants. but you couldn’t help feeling like it wasn’t you anymore; dim and dull. you had grown older—cut people off and made new friends—you had changed, but your space hadn’t.

spring was coming, and you had decided very late at night that it was the perfect time for you to draft projects, create pinterest boards and search amazon.

of course texting various people for conformation that this was actually a terrific idea.

now, you were nervously biting your lip as you read over the paint colors on the shelf. luckily for you, your lease had no rules against coloring the walls whatever you wanted, as long as when you moved out, you painted them neutral again.

“what the hell does cornsilk even mean?” you looked to your crouched down boyfriend, who you had made come over to assist in the renovations; however, he put up no protest, just wanting to be with you. he was also one of the people who had confirmed that it was a good idea, obviously supporting you wholeheartedly.

he laughed breathily. “you just want white? what’s with the stupid names?”

you stood on your tiptoes, leaning over him and reading eggshell. “i want this one,” he stood up too, having a higher reach than you, and picking it off the shelf. “because it’ll match the pink of the cabinets.” he put it in the cart, next to your new curtains, a couple cute plates, bowls and mugs, as well as hardware to hang a mirror you had bought online.

you two had purchased everything in the cart, as well as miscellaneous items to put on shelves and countertops—that you had thrown into the cart last second.

of course, today had to be the day your elevator stopped working. it was getting ridiculous how much your life had started resembling a sit-com; but at least it brought you joy.

you had three bags of random junk on your arms, juggling a lamp and an extension cord in the other. your boyfriend wasn't free of struggles either, but it was arguably a little less breakable than what you had.

"baby," you huffed, coming to a stop outside your locked apartment door. "i can't grab my keys," you shoved your hips out, making it known that they happen to be in your back pocket. "no funny business, though. i can't afford to replace this light."

he laughed, but easily retrieved the jingling metal. jongwoo pressed up against your body, making you scoff in disbelief, as he unlocked the door.

he pouted innocently. "you said no funny business. i'm just unlocking the door for you, love."

"your duality scares me." you voiced, entering before him, and setting the things (that were cutting your circulation off) on the kitchen peninsula. "no funny business, my ass."

"exactly." he laughed, shutting the door and putting his bags next to yours. "what do you want to do first?"

"probably move everything so the couch doesn't end up with paint all over it."

jongwoo crossed his arms over his chest, looking over to the living room space of your small apartment. "you're lucky I agreed to help you." he laughed out, and you skipped up into his personal space, wrapping your arms around him. "you probably would be able to do it without me, but let me believe its because i'm strong."

you got up onto your tiptoes and kissed his cheek. "thank you." he then meticulously trapped you between his arms, chest to chest. "and you are strong. i gotta make you hold the couch while i stuff a rug under it. but before that, you gotta help me move it, pretty please."

your arms squeezed his torso tighter as you looked up to him. and jongwoo loved looking in your eyes—it was riveting at this point—as arguably, his favorite past time. once again, you went onto your tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips, which was gladly reciprocated. and for a moment you both debated not stopping, turning it a little more than innocent; until you brought it back, and broke apart.

"woah," you laughed, a little breathlessly. "i thought i said no funny business."

he squeezed you tighter to his body as you tried to back away. "not even a little?"

your eyes narrowed playfully. "no, not even a little." he pressed another kiss too your unsuspecting lips, "jongwoo... i want to at least get something done before you start messing around. gotta put your height and arms to work!"

he released you. "fine! but after that you're all mine, right?"

you rolled your eyes, making your way over to your couch to push the smallest piece further to the wall—in which you weren't going to paint.

you looked up at him with a huff, "yes, whatever you want."

he giggly skipped over to you with a satisfied grin plastered to his face.

"remember those words, baby."

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GIRLLL maria in the aop update 🥹honestlyyyyy that whole scene is canon to me like. So wonderfully written!! How you can be so filthy and so wholesome?! The duality!!!

Yesss I've been waiting for someone to talk about Maria, she's that bitchhh.

I was rewatching the punisher, and the way Frank sees her is so gorgeous, she's like his ray of light, his hope, and she seems to radiate calm and that's what I aimed for.

At first, I had it written that Billy held Lisa from birth, but I knew that Billy would think of himself as so fucked up that he wouldn't want to be around the baby. So of course months had to have gone by of him just finding reasons to not hold her (one time he picked up a lamp and said his hands were full) I also knew that Billy would definitely stare at the way Maria would hold her daughter, wondering if his mother had ever cherished him half as much.

I love thinking about he dynamic the show gave us, best friend with Frank, and best friends with Maria by extension. They're a family, and Uncle Billy has always been around and there's always a room for him at the Castle house.

The love Billy has for Frank definitely translates into the love Billy eventually has for Maria, it just took watching her in labour for it to kick in. I imagine him getting to her and seeing her in real pain for the first time and his instinct to protect would kick in.

They've been through a lot throughout the years, and Billy has always done his best to keep Frank's family safe, that's why he started Anvil, that's why he checks Frank's security when he gets to the house, because in that scene, everything he held valuable was under one roof.

Maria just wants to see Billy happy, and she knows the reader makes him happy.