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You guys just donāt understand
You canāt even begin to grasp the amount of pranks Danny could pull on super heros (is that one words? Superheros?)
Added a read more because I hate long posts
Danny as a ghost is so powerful. Like our boy can walk through walls, disappear, and fly! Do you even grasp how much more unique he is than the others guys??
Jokes aside just imagine if you will. Danny could leave batburger cups next to Batman all the time (he comes back later to toss em out of Big ol B doesnāt)
Like hell we talk about Danny just showing up basically stalking the heros but ok hear me out. He didnāt mean to figure out Batmans identity ok but he was in the right place at the right time and over heard some stuff. Now he follows Bruce Wayne around instead. Always spitting out if a batburger cup. Maybe Bruce makes eye contact with him and one time Danny just leans his drink out to as one does to offer a sip xD the man is horrified.
For the ?Robins? The other bats maybe he leaves gifts of sorts. Stuff they would like made from his ice or something. He can understand becoming a hero young and most (if not all) of them did that. He plays favourites with the younger Heros for sure. But hes still making them have there āGod?? Is that youā moments like everyone else.
Hell he could follow Superman around and always make his cape flow against the wind and the Hero wouldnāt know wtf is going on. Maybe Superman hears a very slight snickering maybe but the prank is harmless enough so why worry too much. I mean itās probably bad someone can do this without getting detected till they give themselves away by laughing but nothing harmful yet. (Yet would emphasise Batman)
I donāt know anything about GreenArrow but I assume he uses a bow and arrow so I could imagine Danny grabbing his arrows and making them fly in crazy wild paths before hitting their mark.
Idk honestly how he would fuck with GreenLatern besides like using his ghost powers to try and one up his ring. Like Lantern makes a shield? Danny makes a better one next to it or in front of it. Tbh itās actually helping Danny get better at his powers so he does this a lot rip Hal (I did not know he was played by Ryan Reynolds maybe ill watch the newer movie)
He refuses to mess with Wonder Woman because the Phandom has told me she is his fav thus he refuses to prank her. He respects her too much and is a huge enough fan that hes too nervous to even approach. Thus she thinks she is this pranksters least favourite since she is never bothered.
Aqua-man (thx for the correction siri) is pretty fun to prank because Danny can follow the man underwater. Idk anything about science of it but imagine Danny like making a space he can talk in with his ice powers (making a bubble of sorts) to make spooky noises at ?Arthur? (R we seriously going with Arthur in this one?) like I assume without actual fish related powers, or with them I havent seen any thing aquaman, you canāt talk underwater. But also if Danny figures out his real name hes 100% gonna be playing the Hey Arthur theme at this man all the time.
He just lowkey overshadows cyborg. Not in a controlling way but just along for the ride kinda way. He was gonna make remarks about his tech but ended up being stunned by how good it is. āFam I aint gonna lie. I came here to follow you around and make comments like a streamer but your tech is crazy cool. I mean you could have saved a little room with a more compact cooling unit but I mean this is probably some of the best stuff I have seen outside my family!ā Or something idk. Maybe he goes full on antman in coldwar
As for the Flash thats pretty simple. He doesnāt let the Flash run from him. I donāt think Danny could keep up with the Flash at all. Like man cants have everyones powers (canāt he tho) but he just hangs on and pretends to have followed. I mean hes invisible the whole time so not like anyone can see lmao though if (idk who the flash is? So ill use Barry cause thats why google say) if Barry goes too fast he might get Danny to give up the game cause boy is on the side vomiting. Barry is pretty smug about probably being the first to throw the prankster for a loop but Danny is just on the side like āhow can you go that fast and not be sick dudeā
Like tbh I was gonna just make a list of pranks he pulls on Batman but yall seem to enjoy the Justice League so here go off I guess.
Honestly I had to charge my phone so I forget a lot of the post rip this kne
#danny phantom#dp x dc#dpxdc#why is this happening you ask?#well Amity Park got destroyed by GIW and Danny canāt go back to the Zone because Vlad destroyed his whole place and moved to avoid the GIW#so Danny is doing anything to keep his mind off it#not the healthiest of mechanisms but hes like 14 or 16 so whats he know#jazz would know but shes dead (I hate killing off jazz tbh)#following around these Heros is all he has to do to keep himself distracted#plus it helps feel his protective obbsession because he can help a little here and there#I know I make the danny follows the heros around posts a lot but theres a reason for it#danny feels like such a failure so he wants to learn from them#he needs to learn from them#he has to do better he has to get better so he wont loose everything again#oop hope yall donāt read my tags itās a mess in here
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Love Slip
bakugo katsuki x fem!reader
genre: fluff
contains: established relationship, a bit suggestive at one point
short continuation of Nip Slip 18+
It's been a while since the two of you started dating. Approximately three months, two days and forty-three minutes. But who's keeping count?
During your time together, you've come to learn many things about the blond ticking time bomb:
One, he's a very organized and clean guy. He has to-do lists separated into categories in his phones' notepad app, a strict schedule he follows everyday to stay in shape ā not that he needs it, but getting to brag about being able to lift you up certainly strokes his ego ā and an extremely neat room that stays neat no matter what. He brushes his teeth three times a day, eats healthy meals, has a proper skincare routine and smells of sweet caramel even when he's dripping with sweat coming back from the gym or from an intense training session with your classmates. ln short, his hygiene is top notch.
Two, he's a little bit of a gym freak. Not that you'd ever mind, you even find it hot most of the time, but sometimes he gets provoked by his other gym buddies, mainly Kirishima and Kaminari, to try out all sorts of exercises with you on his back. Push-ups, squats, even yoga poses, literally anything they can think of just to see if it'd work. You've fallen on your ass more than he'd like, or care, to admit. Not because he wasn't strong, no, but because you cannot concentrate on holding onto him for the life of you, always getting distracted by the way his muscles flex and how he grunts from exertion. It's a sight for sore eyes, strands of hair sticking to his forehead while his usually spiky hair dampens and falls down beautifully, framing his face. It reminds you of your first night together, so of course you wouldn't be able to pay attention to anything else. You don't mention how incredibly good he looks in his compression shirts. Yes, he bought multiple after you oggled him up and hinted at loving the way they fit muscly men.
And last but not least, he's clingier than anyone you've ever met which is a stark, and quite frankly adorable, contrast to his sharp appearance. You're working on some assignments? He's bringing you food and making himself comfortable on your bed while putting on a weird dating show on the TV, occasionally checking up on you to remind you to take breaks. You're going for a quick grocery run? He doesn't waste a second to throw on whatever clothes he can find and join you, walking around the store with the shopping cart and imagining you two as a married couple well into your marriage shopping for your little family. You're taking a bath? Scooch over, he's helping you wash your hair and back. You're feeling sad? He's bringing your favorite ice cream and listening to you vent while gently running his hands over your face, back, thighs, arms, anywhere to soothe you. He cradles your face when your sobbing gets louder, pressing his forehead against yours to help ground you into reality, to snap yourself out of your worries by murmuring āI'm here, baby,ā or āI got youā. All in all, he's a big softie for you.
He often shows his affection through his actions, but sometimes when the two of you are alone and in the silence of your bedrooms, he pushes his embarrassment aside and spills his heart out. He vents about hero work, about how he doesn't think he's good enough, or rather, nice enough to be a hero, always ending up berating people to hide his true intentions and words. It's something he's always struggled with, but he's been working on it constantly with you, his friends, and in therapy. He tells you everything about what happened during his time in highschool, how the man literally died for a minute, and how much that impacted his life onwards. You listen intently and comfort him through it, crushing him into a tight embrace to remind him you're there for him as well and that you'd do anything to make him happy. He tells you that your presence is enough.
He whispers soft āI love youā's each night before you two drift off to sleep, letting his hand rest on the small of your back underneath your shirt, needing to feel your skin against his to be able to sleep. The warmth your body provides gets rid of his reoccurring nightmares and allows him to sleep soundly throughout the night with you by his side. And he very quickly realizes he never wants to lose you. Ever.
Because he might've slipped into having a little crush on you, but he willingly chose to fall in love with you.
Ā© chocogoldie 2024. do not translate, copy, or repost.
a/n: a little smth i came up with while waiting for the poll to finish :3 hope u enjoyed it! not proofread
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his hero... Ā° į”£š© . Ā° .
synopsis; dabi finds his new obsession - you - a sweet hero who he loves to play cat and mouse with ā¹ā ā
pairing dabi x reader!
Dabi has been watching you for a while now.
He shouldn't be anywhere near you - he knows this. But he simply can't help himself. How can he when the most wonderful hero is right in front of him - kind voice weaving through the crowd as you attend to all the children running up to you, begging for an autograph?
He had originally ventured to the better part of the city, where kids played freely in their front yards and vendors sold their fruits and vegetables to passerbyās without fear. He didn't know why he did exactly - but a change of scenery felt necessary.
He didn't tell the League a thing, wordlessly leaving their hideout in dark jeans and hoodie pulled over his head as he began what he believed to be a quiet stroll.
He heard the voices of excited chatter before he actually saw you. Turning the corner, he already anticipated the crowd of people had only formed because they had spotted a pro-hero. He was right of course, and as he tried to push through the crowd to pass through - he struggled to easily maneuver through the mass of people. There were too many.
Normally, he would've shoved every single person in his way to the ground if he had to - but he knew just how much attention that would attract in this type of environment. Especially if a hero was nearby. With a quiet groan, he realizes he's stuck.
Finally, he lifts his eyes off the ground to see the hero all these people were fawning so much over.
You're kneeling on the ground as a little boy is crying the happiest of tears, eyes shining with nothing but childish adoration while he hugs you. You whisper something in the toddler's ear that sends him into a fit of giggles - and Dabi watches how you treat all the children that follow him in the same manner, kindly offering them your undivided attention and treating them with the upmost respect. Every child left your embrace with the widest grin ever plastered on their chubby cheeks.
Dabi's eyes were solely on you - a beacon of light that completely outshined the darkness.
That was the first time Dabi saw you.
Ė . Żą¼ā§āĖ.
"Come on, hero! Come catch me." he drawls out
Your legs ache. Just how long had you been chasing the notorious flame villain Dabi for? This was nearing the second hour, and every other hero in the area was unavailable to come help you as back up.
"You are insufferable!"
He tries not to smile, peering down at you from the building he was perched upon as he watches your eyebrows furrow adorably, lips pulled back into a frown as your gaze narrows.
You had been seeing a lot of Dabi recently. He was building quite the reputation amongst the city, wreaking havoc and petty crimes often. If only you knew they were all to get your attention.
"I think it's pretty funny no heroes are around to help you, huh? I get you all to myself tonight." He says, and the unmistakable flush on the tips of your ears evokes a raspy laugh from him
"Why are you doing this? Don't you have better things to do?" You sigh, exasperated by the endless chase he had you running. He's silent, still smirking at you deep in thought - he was contemplating his next move, and you know he had made up his mind when his lips curled into a menacing smirk
He comes down from where he was perched atop a building, landing on the ground with a gracefulness that had you mentally scoffing. You've been going insane out of your mind chasing him, out of breath too as you tried to keep up with one of the most powerful villains - but he seemed so relaxed, almost as if he were playing some sort of a game.
A blast of flame shoots from his palm - and you let out a cry of surprise before shielding yourself from the unexpected attack
The fire wraps around you - it was hot, licking your skin as it moved - but the flames did not touch you. They were merely a distraction.
Lowering your hands from your face, you realize you've lost sight of Dabi.
You're completely still for a moment - unsure of what move to make next as you realized he was hiding somewhere in the shadows. The moonlight above gave you no advantage in this fight. It barely lit the dim street you stood on, and your heart beat pounded in your ears as you realized the situation you were in.
"Hey hero! Now that I think about it, I remember hearing a little something about you."
You whip around in a panic, trying to find Dabi's figure in the dark as your eyes squint in frustration
Night patrol had been going so smoothy - of course he had to show up right when your shift was about to end.
"Dabi - "
You can barely finish saying his name before he holds his hands up in mock surrender, grinning mockingly when you slowly lower your own hands. He knew your hero heart was too good to attack him unless he made the first, violent move.
"What do you want from me?" You sigh, and he stuffs his hands back into the pockets of his coat with a shrug
"Can't I drop by and spend some time with my girlfriend?"
There he goes again. Saying the most random things at the most random times that leave you a stuttering, blushing mess -
"W - What? You are not my boyfriend!" You yell, genuine frustration in your features as you tap your foot impatiently against the ground - unsure of where he was going with this conversation
"Yet." He rasps with a crazed grin
A shiver runs through you at his words.
Your eyes harden, narrowing on him once again as he finally pounces- he didn't use his quirk - instead, his hand reached out towards you with the speed of light as he tried to wrap it around you. You dodge his attack, side stepping and wrapping a single leg around his. He struggles for a moment with his balance before he's pinned against the nearest building - his back hits the brick wall with a thud, and a flicker of surprise flashes through those bright blue eyes as he looks at you
You had managed to best him - and a part of him was happy you did. The lamplight illuminated your face, and his mind trailed back to the way your face glowed when his blue flames had come near you.
Finally - you had him under your control. You press his body against the wall with all your weight - hand raised to the side of his face as a warning that you would activate your quirk if he tried to escape -
Yes, you had finally gotten him -
"You're really pretty, ya'know that?"
You blink back at the villain - taken a back by his words mid fight as your grip on him loosened just the slightest bit - and that was all he needed to knock you off your feet, flipping your arms as he pinned your wrists to the wall, enticing a gasp from you
He grins, tongue poking through his sharp teeth as he peers down at you
"Real pretty..."
Your quirk was of no use if you couldn't move your hands - and he held your wrists above your head with a single hand against the wall, his knee keeping your legs separated as he prevented you from making a single move
"Imagine how much fun you'd have on a date with me - I promise, it'll be the best night of your life. You haven't even given this poor man a chance. " He mocks, bright eyes watching you with a sly smirk as you struggle to release yourself from his grip
"Let go!" You cry out, trying to push him off of you - it didn't help that he was so much larger, his tall figure towering over you as he laughed
"Nuh uh. I don't think so." He drawls out, and you can feel his grip on you tightening as his free hand comes down to gently tug on a loose strand of hair - you move forward to try and bite his finger - and he yanks his hand back at the last second, a hoarse cackle sounding through the air as you glare at him
"Aren't you just precious?"
You're fed up now - tired of him playing cat and mouse with you. Twisting your arm - you maneuver yourself around him and free yourself from his grasp - planting a firm kick onto his back before he can even turn around
That kick would've knocked the wind out of any one elseās lungs - but as he kneeled on the ground - his hands being pulled behind his back by you, a dark chuckle leaves his lips.
"If you wanted me on my knees like this, you could've just asked me hero." He says, and his eyes widen when you press your palm against his mouth to silence him
"Stop it."
He can see the undeniable blush coating your soft cheeks - and he grins sharply at the lovely sight, hoping he can stare at you long enough to engrave it into his brain forever.
Of course, he escaped police custody mere days after being let out of your sights.
Ė . Żą¼ā§āĖ.
one week later - the day of his escape.
"A present?" You mumble quietly, smiling to yourself as you pick up the bouquet left outside your door. Dark blue flowers are bundled together with white lace, and your cheeks hurt from smiling so much.
This was obviously a personal gift - not something from one of your fans. You're home was a private location, so the only reasonable conclusion as to who gifted this bouquet to you was one of your other hero friends.
A small card is tucked between the petals of a flower, and you pry it open with delicate fingers while reading the lanky, dark handwriting written on it.
Go check what's on your bed, hero ;)
You freeze, eyes scanning over the note again as you try to take in the words - your bed? inside your apartment? But - how did Dabi find you? Again?
You fumble with your keys, heart beating as you shove them into the door knob- twisting it open as you rush inside, flowers still in hand as you approach your bedroom
There's a husky smell - one simply too manly to be yours, and it hits your nostrils the second you enter your bedroom.
On your bed laid your hero costume.
The name "Dabi" was written obsessively over every inch of the fabric in dark ink.
It didn't seem like this was a little liking Dabi took to you anymore - no, this was a need - one that burned too fiercely to be put out
Lucky you.
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Guilty Pleasures ( chapter four )
18+ 5.2k homelander x plus size f!reader. office romance, stalking, voyeurism, office sex, cunnilingus, cream pie, breast play, flight sex, lite overstim, riding. nebulously takes place post s1. part 4/4. AO3 link. | Chapter Directory
Homelander takes what's his, and you get what's yours.
welcome to the final chapter! thanks so much for reading. i really enjoyed the dynamic between these two, and i hope you do, too. š¤
Homelander doesnāt hold it against you that you take him up on his suggestion to be absent the following day. He leaves a little peace offering in your office to say as much: a mug for your collection that reads simply, Youāve Been Mugged. He adjusts it seven times on your desk before he finally leaves it alone, surveying your office a while before letting himself out.
The thugs he lasered down in the alley donāt garner much attention, but itās enough to warrant a statement on the truth of what happened. With them dead, the truth becomes whatever he makes of it, and his truth is that two vagabonds were assaulting a cherished Vought employee before he put a stop to it.
Itās precisely the kind of hero story the public loves.
āI acted on instinct,ā he tells the newscaster. He relives the moment as he tells it, recalls only to himself how fierce you had been. How determined you were that if you were going to die, you would die fighting. āThey were going to hurt her. I like to believe any good citizen in my position would have done the same.ā
Madelyn taught him that conviction without contrition would always read as arrogance, so he speaks firmly but with a furrow to his brow, and he closes his eyes when he inclines his head to accept praise. No matter how dead she is, her voice remains an echo in his mind: follow the script, and youāll be fine.
They use his words to segue into a discussion of gun control, and Homelanderās mind drifts somewhere distant, hearing without listening to the petty squabbles of humans crying about their little toys and laws. He supposes this is how God feels when humans pray to Him over every minor inconvenience. Bored and painfully above it.
While itās easy enough to keep himself distracted during business hours, Homelanderās life comes to an abrupt halt alongside the end of the working day. Like the equipment that broadcasts him, thereās little use for him once the cast and crew goes home. All around him the employees commiserate at the end of their work day and pass around invitations to the bar.Ā
He receives none.Ā
Not that he would accept them if he did.
Seeking both council and companionship, Homelander finds himself in Noirās apartment, seated in the chair Noir keeps for him. Itās the only one the hero owns, what with his interior design being deeply steeped in westernized ninja nonsense. The place is half dojo, half living quarters.
He laments his situation to Noir, explaining his patience in courting you, the lengths heās gone to endear himself to you on a personal level, and the bitter sting of your rejection.
āSee her,ā Noir writes in his sketchpad, sitting on the floor on the other side of the low table. āIf glad to see her, good. If notāā
Homelander snorts at the series of knife sketches that follow. He has no doubt Noir would put an end to anyone for any reason Homelander gave. Simplicity has allowed Noir an unwavering loyalty to Vought, and as an extension, Homelander himself. Luckily for you, he has no interest in that happening. āI donāt know what Iād do without you, Noir,ā he muses, clapping his hands on his thighs before he stands up. āYouāre right. Iāll go see her. Thanks, buddy.ā
Noir offers two thumbs up. A true uproar of approval.
Under the cover of darkness, Homelander returns to your house, the flight path a familiar one now. He lands silently on your roof this time, cocking his head. Heās not confident heāll be able to resist your siren pull if he approaches now. He folds his hands behind his back and peers through each layer between him and your bedroom, stopping when he can see you.
Youāre nestled deep in the splay of your blankets, lips parted around shallow breaths. He bites his own bottom lip, remembering how badly heād wanted to feel them. Taste them. Heās certain now that if he allowed himself to be close enough, he would. Denial, for as much as it stung in that moment, has only made him hungrier for you. Fuck, the way heās craved you from the moment you first brushed him aside.
He watches you shift in your sleep and his eyes narrow, honing in on a familiar flash. His stomach flipsāitās his cape, the fabric pinned between your blanket and your body. You really are sleeping with it, the star spangled blue fabric tucked up under your chin. Do you smell him on it? Homelander groans softly. Like your underwear in his bedside drawer, you sleep with a trophy of your own.
āFuck,ā he says, aching. His heart, his mind, his cockāall of it at once a cacophony of vicious yearning and impatience. The urge to peel the roof like a sardine can and carve his way straight to you nearly knocks the wind out of him, has him preemptively reaching for the shingled surface.
Only the lingering wound to his ego gives him pause. Heās been bitten once, leaving him shy to instigate, but this revelation feels like progress. Youāre aching for him as much as he is for you. Heās sure of that now. Itās time that he made you feel that ache. Feel his absence. Then youāll realize the foolishness of your coy game.
Clenching his jaw defiantly, Homelander lifts up into the sky.
Heāll be benevolent when you come to your senses.
The next day, Homelander keeps himself scarce, preoccupied. Ashley is perkier than usual, thrilledāif not suspiciousāwith his easy participation in whatever inane business she brings to him. It helps distract him from the endless feeling of waiting that heās enduring.
He sticks stubbornly to his schedule, fantasizing about the torment his avoidance has surely wrought. Heās tempted a time or two to break, but each time he remembers the mortified Oh! you uttered before he kissed you, he refocuses himself.
Youāll come.
Not before lunch, but that is the perfect opportunity for it. He makes himself more available then, tapping his fingers against the armrest of his chair.Ā
No sign of you.
He gives you the benefit of the doubt. A meal to embolden you.
Then youāll come.
He waits.
Lunch long since over.
He waits.
The day is winding down.
Heās fucking tired of waiting.
Where the hell are you? Heās given you the entirety of the day to seek him out, ample opportunity to come thank him for his gift, to address the aching thing ruminating between you. Youād be a fucking liar to say you donāt feel it, too. By midday, heās seething with impatience and hurt. Thereās no chance heās going to let you stand him up.
Itās precisely the wrong time for Ashley to rear her head back up. āOkay! Thatās that, now regarding the amnesty forāā
āAshley!ā He snaps, a harsh and throaty sound. āWould you shut the fuck up?ā
She stops in her tracks, staring wide-eyed. Of course it was too good to be true.
Homelander all but leaps to his feet, pushing out of his chair so hard that it flips backwards and into the wall in a heavy clatter. She clutches her vPad to her chest and quickly back steps out of his way, watching in frightened bewilderment as he storms from the room, making a beeline towards your office.
He doesnāt bother knocking this time. Still, his restraint is undeniable when he pushes your door open. He barely catches himself from pushing the damn thing clean off the hinges.
Your head snaps up from your computer, eyes wide. He hears your heart jump and he savors the alarm that shoots through you. Payback for the awful misery you forced him to endure in the hours since he last saw you. Still, the sight of you disarms him. For all his seething anger, there is something small in him that retreats it when your eyes are on him.
Thereās a heaviness to your gaze that his strength can do nothing to alleviate. No incredible feat of his can wrench away what it is he wants from you. What he needs. Itās something you have to give him willingly, and that alone is enough to temper his rage. The familiar fear that you wonāt.
He marches to the front of your desk and levels an accusatory finger on you.
āYou like me,ā he hisses, bending to brace his opposite hand on your desk.
You blink owlishly, lips parted. That clearly wasnāt what you expected him to say. Heās not sure itās what he meant to say. āHomelanderāā
āNo,ā he says, voice pitched low, a warning. āNo, no. No games, no workarounds. You like me. You do. And I like you. So,ā he abandons his point to make a vague encompassing gesture, but he doesnāt know what to say next. He didnāt think this far ahead. All day he had practiced the calm benevolence he would show when you approached him, chastised and yearning. He has nothing to back up this frenzied play for.
You stand. Homelander rises to his full height with you, jutting his chin out. He watches you with all the wariness of a wounded predator as you circle around your desk, your hand gliding along the wood like you would flank a horse so as not to spook it.
He canāt determine the intent behind your gaze. He angles his body towards you, facing you head on. You look like yourself again, in your element and free from the fawn fear of the alley. He canāt entirely decide which way he prefers you. When you were in his arms, he was your hero. In your office, his position feels more precarious.
The silence stretches on for hoursāor seconds, itās impossible to sayābefore he can no longer stand it. Sucking in a breath, heā
You kiss him.
Homelander goes shock still, hyper aware of your lips pressed feather light to his, your breasts against his chest, your hand on his forearm. He doesnāt know when he closed his eyes, but he senses when you begin to pull away.Ā
In a flash he cups your face in his hands and pulls you in deep, inhaling sharply, likeĀ heās only just remembered how to breathe. He kisses you, kisses you, kisses you as if he can trap you in the cycle of it. You donāt resist, you donāt tense. Instead, you sigh an angelās breath against his lips. Only then does he break to look at you.
āI donāt understand,ā he says, bewildered, flushed.
āI do like you,ā you say, eyes glassy.
His brows pinch. āButā¦ That nightāā
āWasnāt right,ā you interrupt. āI wanted to kiss you, but not like that. Not then. Not because you saved me, not because I was in shock, not because ofā¦ā you rock your head side to side. āWhatever other bullshitā¦ You let me down that night.ā
āLet you down?ā Homelander echoes, taken aback. āBy saving your life?ā He asks, his temper a perpetual simmer ready to flare. Heās immediately tempered by your hands taking his wrists, squeezing. You hold his gaze and your expression is gentle, but there is a firmness in your stare that he finds intoxicating. Not an ounce of fear, even when his anger emerges.
Good. You shouldnāt be afraid of him. He saved you.
āI was shaken. Badly. My date was an entitled asshole, those men, they tried toā¦ā You shake your head, holding his hands to your face. āI didnāt need you to be a man. I needed you to be a hero. I wasnāt ready.ā
A light in Homelanderās eyes flicks on. You just werenāt ready. Heād been right after all. He fixates on that, choosing to forgive you for that, at least.
āWell, why didnātā¦ You could have said something,ā he says, feeling like a deflated hot air balloon, all slack expansion and heat with no purpose.
āI would have,ā you say, your cheeks soft and round in his hands, lips slightly puckered from his hold on your face. āBut you ran away.ā
āWhat? Iāā He laughs incredulously. āI did not run away.ā
āFlew away,ā you say, pushing in to kiss him again. He screws his eyes shut. Fuck, fuck. Oh fuck. Heās been dreaming of this, aching for it. To feel you against him, wanting him as much as he wants you. āPretty fast, too. Looked like you shot straight up to the moon,ā you say, breath hot and sweet on his lips.
āIā¦ā He swallows, hands slipping down to either side of your neck, thumbs tilting your chin up. āIām sorry. I wanted you,ā he says, trailing his parted lips along your jaw, kissing and breathing you in the way heās craved to. He can feel your skin growing hot against his lips, hear the uptick of your pulse as your heart begins to race.
āDo you still want me?ā You ask, voice lower now. It sends a delicious hot pang all the way through him.
āYou have no fucking idea,ā he murmurs, nipping at the lobe of your ear, desperate to test the give of you under his teeth, the feel of your soft and yielding flesh branded into his memory the moment his lips touched your skin.
A knock snaps his attention away from you, but it isnāt at the door. He looks down and sees that itās you knocking on your desk. āSo take me,ā you say, voice laced with heat. His lips split into a wicked grin. He snatches the edge of your heavy wooden desk and effortlessly tips it backwards until everything slides off of it, clattering to the floor. He lifts you up, relishing your delighted little yelp, and places you down on the cleared surface like a doll, stepping in between your legs.Ā
He kisses you again. Let me in, demands the press of his tongue. You yield to him, but itās far from a surrender. Your tongue meets his eagerly, tasting him as much as he does you. Tasting you. Thatās what he wants. He wants to map every inch of you with his tongue.
Homelander slips his hand between your legs, pushing your skirt up out of the way. He presses his fingers to the heat between your thighs, rubbing through the thin fabric of your panties. You sigh that same seraphic sound against his lips, slipping your hands up into his hair, already taking a handful of it to tug gently.
He breaks the kiss and takes his fingers from you after the barest tease of pleasure. The impatient sound you make goes straight to his cock, as does your flustered expression. He brings his fingers to his lips and drags his tongue over the leather of them, sliding them past his lips to give a quick suck. Itās not enough, too slight a hint of you. He needs more. You watch him with rapt attention, giving his hair a demanding little tug.
āYou can pull as hard as you like,ā he tells you with a smile, tilting his head against the grasp you have on his hair. āTells me Iām doing a good job.ā
āIāll tell you when youāre doing a good job,ā you rasp, giving his hair a sharp pull and then a downward push. That sends a shiver down his spine.
Fuck yes.
Homelander sinks down onto his knees, lifting each of your legs up over his shoulders. You give a little gasp when he yanks your ass to the edge of the desk, giddy with the way he manhandles you. He swallows, mouth dry, thirsty for the wet, heady smell of your pussy. He maneuvers his head under your skirt until heās close enough to drag his tongue up the soft cotton of your panties. Your breath hitches and your grip in his hair tightens while you egg him on with sharp little rolls of your hips.
He closes his eyes, giving a rumbling moan for the taste of you, even through the fabric. He laps until the fabric is soaked, clinging to your skin, and he can feel your clit swollen and stiff on his tongue through your panties. He closes his mouth over it, sucking you through your underwear while you writhe above him, keeping yourself quiet.
That wonāt do.
He wants to hear you.
He wants the whole fucking Tower to hear you.
Hooking the crotch of your panties with his finger, it only takes one sharp little tug to tear them, exposing you to him.
āHomelander,ā you moan. The sound of it lances a spear of heat through him, leaves his cock throbbing needily in the rigid confines of his cup. He groans into you, rocking his hips against the empty air. The only proper answer is to dive in, to close his lips around your clit and finally suck the rich nectar of your cunt without the filter of fabric between you. You taste even better than you smell, like salt and sex and sweet ripe fruit. It overwhelms his senses immediately, his eyelids flickering.Ā
The more he laps at you, the silkier your pussy becomes. Between circling your clit, he drives his tongue deep into you, drinking you down noisily and messily, a parched man gulping from an oasis. Your thick thighs are tight on either side of his head, your pulse pounding in his ears. He moans low and wicked for the taste and feel of you.
Your grip on his hair tightens sporadically, sharp little tugs that match the staccato cadence of your breaths. āF-fuck, your tongue feels-feels fucking unreal,ā you moan, grinding down against it. The strength of it, the slight thrum of restrained power that courses through him, and the sheer relentlessness of his stamina is driving you wild against his mouth. āFingers, use your fingers,ā you tell him. He loves the rawness of your voice, the authority and desperation in your demand.
Removing one of his gloves, he moves his bare hand to the sweltering wetness of you, teasing his finger just below where his tongue is rubbing your clit. His index finger slips easily into the slick mess, and he savors the quiver of your velvet walls around it. He lets you ride his finger, stays all but still while you greedily bounce your hips, both hands fisted in his hair. You use him for your pleasure, and it makes him delirious with want.
Homelander's gaze flickers up. He peers through the layer of your skirt to catch a look at you, to watch you while you cannot watch him. Youāre losing track of yourself, lips parted, eyes glazed with pleasure, shivering with each flick of his tongue and dive of his finger. Euphoria looks good on you.Ā
Christ, he has been patient. He would chastise himself for waiting so long to touch you, to taste you, to feel you, but he canāt bring himself to. The wait gifted him with this exquisite hunger, and he proved something important; you both yearn for the other. You crave him. He can see it in your hazy eyes, taste it in the spill of your sweet cunt.
You belong to him. He needs only to take you.
One finger becomes two, and then three. Your heels dig into his shoulders and fuck yourself down on them, moaning recklessly now, not caring who hears you. Itās music to his ears.
āFuck, Homelander, I-Iām coming, Iām-donāt stop, donāt stop,ā you beg prettily. You donāt need to, but he enjoys the song anyway. He laps at your clit in quick upward pulls of his tongue, lips creating a seal around it. His brows furrow tightly, his own neglected arousal pounding through his body like a wardrum, but he doesnāt touch himself, too focused on you.
Your whole body locks up tight when you come, breath caught in your lungs, your clit fluttering delicately. He presses his tongue to it, savoring the taste of your euphoria, how it floods your system and changes the flavor of you. Your pleasure grows his hunger into something monstrous, something demanding, but there is satiation at least in bringing you this, in showing you all the things he will be for you.
Youāll never want for anyoneāor anythingā else ever again.
Homelander doesnāt stop. You begged him not to. He finger-fucks you through the aftershocks, lapping up every drop of your pleasure, stroking you inside and out while your cunt squeezes his fingers. He doesnāt stop until he feels you pushing him away, your sweet songbird moans sounding more like whimpers, oversensitized. He withdraws his fingers, giving one last noisy slurp before emerging from beneath your skirt. His face is shiny and wet with your slick, his pupils blown black. He's panting, looking every bit like a beast lifting its bloodied head from the belly of its kill.
Crawling up your body, still predator hungry, he rests his knee on the desk between your legs. He cups either side of your face, fingertips digging possessively into the back of your neck. He meets your eyes, pinning you with the intensity of his gaze, wordlessly drilling into your mind that this moment, this feeling, this tingling warmth in your body is him.
I did this to you, his expression reads. Youāre on my lips, he says by pressing them to yours, kissing your own taste into your mouth, his body throbbing, desperate for an ounce of that same relief. Youāre mine.
To his amazement, your eyes mirror his own savage hunger. You kiss him hard, shamelessly licking into his mouth, huffing shallow breaths from your nose. āLie down,ā you tell him, voice as sweet and coarse as raw sugar. āIām going to ride you.ā
Homelander doesnāt need to be told twice. Exhilarated, he rolls over, flipping you with him and steadying you above him in a fluid motion. The desk isnāt as long as he is tall, but it doesnāt matter. Heās already half suspended in the air with his own excitement, helping you with overly eager hands that fumble alongside yours with his belt, which falls to the ground with a distinct thud. He gives a little jump at the voracity you rip his zipper down with, grinning.
Together, you shuck his pants down to his thighs. You grip him through his red briefs, a fractured moan falling from his lips.
āCute underwear,ā you coo. His cheeks flush to almost the same shade. You flatten your palm over his cock and he bites back a whimper, teeth sinking into his tongue. You give a light squeeze, fingers curling around his cock through the fabric, and he lets out a rough breath. āYou feel close,ā you tell him, stroking him in a loose fist, your hand warm, the fabric soft.
He nods fervently, the friction and your voice already teetering him towards the edge. He makes a sound of both anguish and relief when you release him, his eyes snapping up to meet yours. You tug his underwear down, his cock bouncing free, engorged and dripping precome.
āDonāt move,ā you tell him, bracing one hand on his chest and sliding forward, your other hand moving between your bodies to steady his cock against the rapturously hot press of your soaked cunt. His hands fly to your hips, fingertips biting into the softness of your body. You allow him that, focused entirely on the act of taking him into you. The fat head of his cock it slips inside, evoking a sweet little gasp from you, and Homelander fights not to slam in the rest of the way.
Both of your hands fall to his chest, your eyes meeting his. He holds your gaze, mouth twitching around silent sharp breaths. He watches you sink slowly down the length of him, engulfing him in such sublime rapture itās a wonder he doesnāt come right then and there for the feel of you alone. His grip on your hips flexes and he gives a sharp little thrust up, forgetting himself to the divine feel of your pussy.
āI said donāt move,ā you remind him breathlessly. God, youāre beautiful like this. The fluorescent light behind your head haloes you, giving you the look of a debauched angel he plucked from the heavens to have and keep as his own. He expects you to move, to bounce yourself on his cock like you did his mouth and his fingers. He wants to watch your tits bounce, see your face clearly when you come on his cock, but the only part of you that moves is your hand.
His gaze drops and quickly darkens, watching intently as you stroke your clit. The initial contact alone makes you jerk, makes your pussy spasm and squeeze him so good he almost chokes on it. Your only response is to sigh, tipping your head back and spreading your legs a little wider, taking him deeper. He wants so badly to fuck you, to slam you down and rail you until your desk cracks in half.
āMmmm, fuck,ā you moan, rubbing yourself in circles, the lewd noise of it loud and irresistible to his ears. āFuck, fuckāah, god,ā you start to pant, head falling forward, brows tightly pinched. Youāre so sensitive after the assault of his mouth, the flavor of you still fresh on his tongue. The faster your fingers move, the closer he feels you get, the clench around his cock steadily tightening. He wants to thrash, but you keep him pinned in place with your look of expectation and pleasure. Youāre getting off on him as much as you are your own fingers, on the swell and throb of his cock inside you, on the sheer power you hold over a god.
Youāre loud when you come, nails clawing into the chest of his suit. Homelanderās eyes roll back, lips parted on a soundless cry of his own. The spasming heat of your release is too much and he loses himself to it, eyes flaring up with crimson light as he comes with you, every shudder of your climax stroking and milking him of his own, flooding you with his own wet mess.
His restraint breaks with the dam and he sits up abruptly, startling a noise from you, which he swallows with a hard kiss, cupping the back of your head. He holds you still and he fucks you, lifting from the desk entirely so that he alone supports your weight, driving you deeper onto his cock. Your legs tighten on either side of him, shaking.Ā
Out of his mind with pleasure, he tears your blouse open with his teeth, diving in close to lick, suck and bite at your chest. He buries his face between your breasts, holding you tightly as he fucks you both through your respective orgasms, the slap of flesh against flesh echoing obscenely in your office.Ā
Hitching your legs properly around his waist, he bounces you on his cock until the pleasure borders on pain and a secondary shock rolls through him like another orgasm, stealing his breath. Only then does he finally slow, mouthing languidly at your chest until he sucks your nipple into his mouth. He moans against you, grinding to an eventual halt. You comb your fingers through his hair and goosebumps erupt across his body, which shivers in the euphoric aftermath.
He loses track of how long he stays suspended like that, lost to the overwhelm of sensation. Your legs go slack while his angles slightly upward, his face pressed to your chest, your head resting atop his. He nuzzles at you, bleary eyed and slack with pleasure. He kisses a trail up to your clavicle, your throat, your jaw, smiling in the loose, easy way that only a good fuck can never make him.
āWow,ā he says after a while, voice thoroughly frayed.
You giggle, groggily lifting your head. He adjusts until you can relax against his chest, fold your forearms across it and settling your chin atop them, admiring him. He touches your face with his ungloved hand, stroking your cheek with his thumb, then the curve of your bottom lip. His smile widens when you kiss the pad of his thumb.
āWow indeed,ā you say, swinging your legs lightly. āCanāt say Iāve ever been fucked mid-air.ā
āOne of the many benefits of dating me,ā he purrs, caressing your cheek with his knuckles. He kisses you again, drifting slowly back down, unhurried.
Your brows lift lazily. āWho says weāre dating?ā You ask, but your smile keeps his hackles from rising.
āMe,ā he says, eyes crinkled at the corners. He lands gently on the desk, helping you to it. āYou and I are officially going steady.ā
You give a thoughtful hum, carefully untangling your limbs from his. You slide off of the desk while he puts himself back together, your knees trembling faintly. āFairly sure asking someone out requires a question mark. You know. The asking part. You didnāt even buy me dinner.ā You attempt to button up your shirt, but itās obviously a lost cause.
He exhales a quiet laugh, pulling you back into his arms. āWell, I certainly ate.ā
āGod,ā you laugh, rolling your eyes, but they donāt stray from him for long. Thereās a sparkle to your gaze that he wants to capture in his palm and never set loose.
āWill you go out with me?ā He asks, lips brushing yours.
āMmmmmmmmā¦.ā You hum once more, drawing it out, feigning a great deliberation. āThereās something you should know first.ā
He quirks a brow. āWhatās that?ā
āMy guilty pleasure,ā you say, nose bumping his.
Intrigued, he inclines his head to prompt you to continue. Canāt be worse than mine.
āSuperheroes,ā you say conspiratorially. āCanāt get enough of them. Loved them my whole life. Especially this one in particularā¦ā
He breaks into a frayed, charmed laugh. āLet me guess, name starts with an H?ā
You suck in a breath through your teeth, lips curved downward in a mock grimace, and nod subtly. ā Total fangirl. Embarrassing, right?ā
Homelander shakes his head. āI wouldnāt know. Iāve never felt guilty about pleasure. Whereās the harm in it?ā
The harm inflicted on those thugs couldnāt count. They had it coming.
āHarm to my pride, my ego, my reputation,ā you list, tapping his suit to punctuate each one. āI made a pretty big fuss about not liking you. I had myself convinced that my Homelander only existed in my fantasies, and you were just the guy who plays him.ā
My Homelander. The words stir an unexpectedly sentimental surge of emotion that wells up from somewhere deep in his chest. He clears his throat lightly. āWhatās the verdict now?ā
You sweep him with an appraising gaze. āStill deliberating.ā
He clicks his tongue, nodding. āI donāt suppose I could arrange a meeting with the jury?ā
āTheyāre available for dinner tomorrow,ā you say, the tilt of your lips sly.Ā
āItās a date,ā he murmurs, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. You kiss him, pressing your smile to his. He doubts heāll ever tire of the softness of your lips, or the easy way you melt against him. He wraps his arms around you, content to let this moment pass only because he knows there will be more to come. Heās determined to make every one of them better than the last.
All of the pleasure, none of the guilt.
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is it really you? logan/wolverine x male winter solider variant reader
logan has never really met a winter soldier before, and youāre not entirely what he expects. heās not complaining, though.
notes. i love both these characters so obviously i had to mash them up - i actually like how this turned out ^_^
details. deadpool and wolverine spoilers, 1,500+ words, he/him pronouns, soft angst, depression mentioned, blood mentioned, winter soldier canon truama.
They meet you in the Void, naturally.
It's not easy to see nor tell what you are at firstā you stay clear of them for a few miles after they escape Cassandra, but Logan can smell your dull and metallic scent on the winds and is aware enough of that to keep an eye out, but either Wade doesn't know or doesn't care and keeps distracting him. Logan only knows you're actually a living thing and not just a trick of his mind until he meets the survivors group of hero's that got pruned in Gambit's hideout, seeing you standing in the back shadows like some kind of menacing monster and instantly recognizing your smell. You wear your mask and combat gear, but the most noticeable thing to Logan is your entire left mechanical arm. The metal plates and gears shift together whenever you move, sparking wires when you push your arm a certain direction.
No one really acknowledges you except Laura and Wade, but he only gives you a big gasp and a quip of "the Winter Soldier too?!" before getting caught up in the task of convincing everyone to take down Cassandra. Even so, Logan can't help but stare at you sometimes, acutely aware of your presence and how dead silent you are. You don't talk, you hardly move, but Logan can tell you listen to everything with a vivid sense of attention.
When the hours pass into night, when Laura talks to Logan by that fire pit, he follows her back into the camp after a few long moments and into a separate room overlooking the forest that surrounds the back. It's easy to follow her but he's sure that's just because she knows he is, walking into the room to see you hunched over a table and digging into the machinery of your arm. You clink around with a screwdriver and welder, moving your metal fingers occasionally to see if you fixed anything. When you see Laura though, you pause, letting her grab the screwdriver from your available hand and helping you. You do not flinch when she pokes and prods, so Logan can only assume you don't feel anything or have the pain tolerance near Logan's own, but either way it's an interesting sight to see the two of you huddled together.
Logan shifts his weight on the doorway, rubbing his knuckles distractedly. Your mask is off, letting him see your face clearly, your eyes staring hard but not entirely unkind at him from your spot by the table. You're attractive, in a begrudgingly way to Logan. He's not used to being attracted to someone, no matter if it's a man or not, and it freaks him out a littleā so he buries that feeling deep within himself to ignore.
When the fight comes the next day, when everyone is in the middle of their own world and killing, is when Logan actually sees how deadly you are. Your fast, strong, and take the fight on like you have nothing to loose or gain. When the fight ends though, when Cassandra is gone and everyone is crammed into Wades shitty apartment, Logan thinks about you with a heaviness he doesn't expect. You are there too, of course, but for some reason he doesn't know how to interact with you, especially since he hasn't heard you talk once all this time and how you have this brooding demeanor that rivals Logan's own.
But you interact with Laura with hand gestures and sometimes a whisper to the ear, but he never hears and never tries to actually listen since it's not him you are talking to. Still, you cling to Laura's side unless she's in the middle of a bigger group or conversation, and it's only when Logan gives Dogpool to Wade again is when he fishes you out.
You're by the boxed off kitchen, leaning against the wall near the fridge with a red solo cup that Laura obviously is making you drink, just holding it awkwardly in your hand. You have your combat gear still on but there's a red flannel on your shoulders over the rest to hide your arm, not that it really matters in this crowd, but you seem insecure about it. Logan pretends to be there for something else, obviouslyā getting another round of fruit punch before he acknowledges you.
"So what's up with you?" He tries not to actively be an ass, but it's hard considering you acutely remind him of himself. Your eyes turn to stare at him, and even without your facial mask covering the bottom half of your face you are still stoic and nonchalant. You don't answer him for long enough that Logan almsot shrugs and calls the whole attempt offā but then you answer in a quiet, albeit rough voice.
"I don't know how to socialize." You say it so pitifully that Logan stops all his movements to consider the situation. He nearly wants to groan in frustration because, even though he is trying, he really doesn't want to try sometimes. But you stand there sadly and still and Logan does internally groan this time.
"Well," He says going to stand next to you, though a comfortable distance away. "How do you know Laura?" You don't turn to the side to look directly at him, but he can feel your surprise radiating off of you at his attempt at socializing. Shifting from foot to foot, you answer slowly.
"I was pruned when I didn't kill Howard Stark, so I'm not- I wasn't in a good headspace. Laura found me before Cassandra did and helped me be... human again." You continue to look forward awkwardly, but you do seem more comfortable the more Logan listens to you.
Logan sits with your explanation for a moment, letting himself have the opportunity to think over his next words. It's not everyday someone like you comes into his life, and he doesn't even mean that you're attractiveā he means how complex you are, especially with your long past and how you're trying to find yourself again. He can relate, honestly. When he met the X-Menā Charlesā for the first time, Logan wasn't anywhere like he is before they died, or even who he is nowadays. He was a shell walking through life with no help, only looking to survive instead of live. So, yeah, he can understand, but actually seeing someone else be like that hurts in a very vulnerable manner.
"Do you have a place to stay?" He blurts out, surprising himself. You don't show much emotion besides what you reply.
"Laura said I could stay with her." You pause for a moment, pondering. "But I'm not sure what I'll do in this world, especially if their Winter Soldier is still... here." You talk slowly, trying to keep up the conversation yet also trying not to be depressing.
"I'm sure Wade wouldn't mind an extra roommate." Logan says, not caring if Wade actually cares or not because either way he's sure Wade can be persuaded by a couple good stabs.
You actually turn to look solely on Logan now, obviously shocked at the prospect, but you don't seem unwilling either. You let it sink in for a moment, and that's when Logan sees you smile for the first time.
It starts like that, although slowly. You eventually do talk to Laura and Wade about the apartment situationā Laura is obviously very pleased with this outcome if her expression is anything to go by, and Wade is actually quite happy tooā but you do talk to Al about it too, who says you and Logan eventually do need to make an income if you can live here. You're not surprised nor upset by thisā if you're gonna live in this new world you need employment unfortunately, but you also know the TVA set you up with your own documents to help with that.
You sleep on the couch that rolls into a bed and (some awkwardness on his part aside) Logan eventually bunks with you. You're not complaining at allā when you were in HYDRAs hands the situations were very vastly different and worse, so loading up with someone is not uncomfortable for you, especially when this person is not actively trying to kill you. But also because of this, you are used to curling up into tight spaces despite your bigger size and you don't understand why Logan finds that sad at first, so you stick to one side of the couch bed easily. When Logan realizes the reasoning for this, he slowly starts to move into your space each night. You're not complaining with this, either.
When you're not asleep, you've found yourself a bouncer job at the local nightclub down the street, just near enough that you can walk there. With the Super Soldier Serum still in your veins that grant you heightened senses and strength, it's a relatively easy job, though you get home at weird hours. This isn't really a problem since Logan hardly sleeps, Wade is Wade, and Al has a separate room. But if you're not sleeping before work, Laura has taken it upon herself to teach you how to bake and do laundry the "normal" way, which basically means not just stealing someone else's clothes or washing out primarily blood.
But it's... nice. It's domestic and healthy, two things you aren't accustomed to, and it gets even better since Logan always joins too. At first he didn'tā he made it very apparent that he knew how to do these things and found no fun in it, especially bakingā but then he joined anyway and hasn't left since. Maybe it's for you, maybe it's for Laura or maybe it's for other reasons you don't know, but you're happy he's around. He's never really involved with the process, but he always stays around to quip or talk about whatever Laura talks about, sometimes just asking you about your job.
Since you technically have no name in his dimension, it's easy to blend into life and start new, but honestly Logan is the one that makes you realize that. He's not nice, he's mean and tough, but then he asks about your day or makes sure you're comfortable when there's a crowd or finishes your dinner plate secretly just so Wade doesn't get offended that you didn't have a lot of his food. You don't understand immediately that you love him, and he can say the same. You just do, and he just does, and it's perfect, even when it's not perfect.
Overtime, you gradually heal your inner wounds and Logan does too, if not slowly, but it happens nonetheless. You kiss him one night coming home from work after waking him up by bouncing on the couch bed, making him grumpy then happy when you suddenly kiss his face. It's obviously unexpected, but it's too easy to continue kissing and loving on him, especially when he reciprocates, and that's how you fall asleep: tucked under him as he sleeps nearly on top of you, nose in your neck and smiling. You both sleep in til one in the afternoon, only waking up from the Dogpool climbing over you both.
#male reader#logan x reader#logan howlett x male reader#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett#wolverine x male reader#deadpool and wolverine#wolverine#hugh jackman#mcu
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how to lose your mind
WE HAVE LIFTOFF. yeah I. it's a companion piece to how to train your brat and can be considered a future NYS teaser-spoiler. read the tags. enjoy.
Rating: E Pairing: Astarion/Ori (female Tav/OC) Word Count: 5k Content: 18+, pegging Astarion into an absolute puddle, sex toys, anal, handjob, multiple orgasms, facesitting, oral sex, overstimulation, prostate stimulation, idiots in love and so horny about it, future NYS content
That old Harper druid is a bloody harpy. Sniping, judgmental, disdainful. Eager to tell him exactly where his shortfalls lie and rebuff him like a child, smirking all the while.
Heroes. Who has need of them? Certainly not him.
Astarion bursts into their private room at the Elfsong like thereās a storm cloud over his head. Oriās reading in an overlarge armchair near the small fireplace clad in one of her short robes. Her legs dangle off the side of the chair.
She raises an eyebrow at him. āI sense thereās a story here,ā she says.
He flails his hands through the air in exasperation and stalks over to the cabinet, snatching up the crystal decanter heās been keeping his spare blood supply in lately. He turns around and points the neck of the bottle at her.
āThat Jaheira is nasty,ā he gripes, removing the stopper from the decanter and turning back around to pour himself a glass. āShe called me, and I quote, a āhomicidal imp easily distracted by shiny things.āā He waves his hand through the air for effect and glances over his shoulder at her.
Ori lets the hand holding her book fall to her chest and gives him a fond smile. āIs that inaccurate?ā
āSheās not allowed to say it,ā he says. āShe hasnāt earned the right.ā
He picks his goblet up by the rim and turns, resting back against the cupboard and properly looking at her as he brings it to his lips. The hem of her robe rides up her bare legs and stops just before her arse. If he had to guess, heād say she wasnāt wearing anything underneath.
āAnd what have you been doing this afternoon, darling?ā he says, pitching his voice lower and taking another drink as he holds her eye.
Ori shrugs. āSorting through our chest of assorted nonsense.ā She holds up her book. āReading a bit. Enjoying the lack of whinging.ā
He tuts at her. āI come to my partner for support in my time of need and all I get is teasing,ā he pouts. āWoe, for I am alone in all things.ā
She lolls her head back and laughs. Rolling her body toward him, she lets her book dangle from her fingers and gives him bedroom eyes from beneath her lashes. The split in her robe separates between her breasts and gives him a peek at her cleavage.
āThatās too bad,ā she says coquettishly, running the fingers on her free hand over the vine tattoos twisting over her collarbone. āHere I thought I had company and that he might want to spend quality time with me tonight.ā
Astarion hums at her and knocks back the rest of his refreshment. āHeāll think about it.ā He turns around to pour himself another, tapping his toe against the wooden floor as he does. Over his shoulder, he says, āWhat were you reading, anyway?ā
āSomething I picked up at Sharessā Caress,ā she says.
His mouth tics up in a half-grin as he watches blood refill his silver goblet. āAh, it all makes sense.ā He sets down the decanter. āGive you any ideas for the eveningās activities?ā
āOne or two,ā she says, a tingle going up his spine at the sultry lilt in her voice.
He looks over his shoulder to throw another quip and it sticks on his tongue when he sees that sheās sitting perched on the edge of the chair. The robeās untied and laid fully open, revealing her bare, freckled chest and full breasts, her legs stretched out in front of her. She has her hands on the cushion behind her and arches her back so he gets the full effect as his eyes follow the natural path down from her parted lips to the valley between her breasts to the plane of her stomach to-
Ori glances down to the place his eyes have settled and says, āI thought maybe, if you wanted to, youād like to come sit on my lap while we consider our options.ā
Astarion chokes a little on his own saliva and coughs to cover it, glancing away. He clears his throat and looks back to the space between her legs, feeling a wave of surprised arousal ripple down his torso, leaving heat in its wake.
āIs that, erm.ā He gestures at the dark gray, exquisitely shaped cock sheās attached to her hips with a black leather harness. āIs that the oneā¦ā
She lets her head fall to one side and grins at him. āThe one I saw you eyeing when we were out before?ā she says. āIt is. The D-ā
He waves a hand in front of him and shakes his head. āDonātā¦ please donāt say the name again. I canāt handle it.ā
Ori giggles, head thrown back and toy bouncing teasingly in her lap. When she rights herself, her smile goes soft. She lifts a hand and holds it out to him. āCome here,ā she says.
He does, leaving his second drink on the cupboard as he approaches, taking her hand. She pulls him to her gently, just enough to indicate that sheād like a kiss as she tilts her face up for him. He bends at the waist and presses his mouth to hers once, then a second time. Then he drops his gaze to the toy and reaches down to touch it.
Itās hard in a way that makes his own cock respond in kind at its promise, but softer than heād thought it would be, as if itās covered in a thin layer of well-conditioned leather. He runs his fingers over it, mapping its shape. Good. Very good shape. Very good size.
āMmmn,ā he breathes before he can catch the sound in his throat.
Ori leans in to kiss the corner of his mouth. āItās an option. If you want. Or we can do something else.ā
He laughs through his teeth. āNo, this, uh. This is. I like it.ā He meets her eye. āI think I would like to do that. With you.ā
She smiles and waits.
āNow,ā Astarion specifies. āI would like to do it now.ā
āLucky you,ā she purrs, twisting her fingers in the front of his shirt and pulling him against her for another kiss.
Their tongues tangle together and he falls to his knees between her legs. He pulls the robe off her shoulders so he can run his lips and tongue along her collarbone and up over the place where her neck meets her shoulder. Another rush of arousal throbs through his core as his body and mind remember that this can feel good, it can feel so good, and he trusts that sheāll take care of him.
Oriās hands go up under his shirt and she helps him get it off over his head, their mouths only parting long enough to remove it. She twines both hands around the nape of his neck and strokes her tongue sweetly against his. He groans as he presses his body to hers and feels the cock pressed between their bellies.
Half-reluctantly, half-eagerly, he breaks away and pushes himself to standing, going to undo his fastenings. Oriās hands fall over his and he lets her take over, loosening his ties. As she does, she presses soft kisses along the line between his navel and his pelvis, further igniting his need. Itās all he can do not to whine at her.
She chuckles and gets his laces undone, hooking her fingers under the hem of his breeches and pulling them down until his hard cock springs free, the head swollen tight and pink with want.
āOh, sweetheart,ā she purrs, observing him mere inches from her face. āI thought you might like this, but I had no idea.ā
He murmurs his approval as she pokes out her tongue and runs it sweetly over the slit on the underside of him, his pre-fluid creating a tiny pool in the center of her tongue. Then she looks up at him and swallows.
āHow would you like it, dearest?ā she says. āThis is for you.ā
It fully hits him, then. His gaze shifts to the side table where sheās set out a few things ā towels, a basin, vials. The toy sheās wearing wonāt give her any pleasure of her own, at least not the way sheās offering it to him.
āYou planned this,ā he breathes. āFor me.ā
She nods.
His throat bobs, desire and adoration swirling together inside him. He doesnāt know how to thank her. For this, for everything. But heāll figure it out. Every day until it all ends, heāll figure it out.
āI can be on top?ā he asks softly.
āOf course you can, love,ā she says, running her hands up the outsides of his thighs. She helps him remove his remaining clothes and then reaches for one of the vials.
Astarion lifts one of his legs and sets his foot on the chair beside her, leaving the other on the floor. Ori takes his hint and applies lubricating oil to her fingers before she reaches between his legs, continuing to press open-mouthed kisses to his stomach as she runs her middle finger along the cleft of his arse. His breath catches when she finds the opening and massages it gently with the pad of her finger.
He closes his eyes and relaxes into the feeling, letting himself enjoy the way sheās touching him. His thigh falls open wider, giving her better access. She takes her time, completely unhurried, letting him shiver and sigh for her. She touches him, kisses him, sings him his praises.
When he begins to squirm impatiently and cracks his eyes to give her a heated look, she gives the head of his cock another lick and pushes her finger inside slowly, up to the first knuckle to start. He clenches on instinct, then in pleasure, then relaxes as she pushes deeper, past the second ring of muscle.
He didnāt have doubts about her experience, really, but any he might have had evaporate when she curls her finger and finds his pleasure center almost immediately.
āOh,ā he breathes, curling over her slightly and gripping the arms of the chair. āYes, there, right there.ā
She works him slowly with one finger, then two, stroking circles along the place inside him that makes his toes curl. A low, aching, insistent tension begins deep inside him. The feverish need for more.
Instinctively, hard-coded from years of experience, Astarion reaches out blindly for her cock to stroke along its length, to bring her in closer to his body. It takes him a murky moment to realize itās likely for naught, but he does it anyway. He feels oil against his fingers and realizes sheās added more, this time to the phallus she wears. He swallows hard and spreads it, pumping like he would if she could feel him.
Ori reaches up to the back of his head with her free hand and presses their foreheads together. āWhenever youāre ready, love.ā
āReady,ā he pants. āGods, so ready.ā
She carefully removes her fingers from him so he can crawl up onto the chair with her, his knees on either side of her hips as he straddles her. Ori puts her hands on his hips while he holds on to the back of the chair and helps him line up, the phallus held firm in its harness. He finds it and sinks down, his breath coming rapidly as the head of it stretches him.
He rocks softly down, down, and down again, and then sheās partway inside him, the curve of the toy hitting him just right.
āUuuuhhh fuck me,ā he grits out as he moves.
āTrying, baby,ā she says.
She puts her forearm against the chair for leverage and rolls herself up into him, her torso undulating in a smooth wave. Astarion shudders out his breath and lets his eyes fall closed as she works the full length inside him, stroking firmly along his hot spot on the way in and out. His fingers tighten against the chair and he turns his head to the side to gently bite down on his own arm to stifle the noises threatening to spill from his lips.
He works his hips in tandem with her, finding an easy rhythm that feels absolutely delicious. Oriās hands run up his chest and around his ribs to his back. She brings her face in close to him, licking her tongue over his pectoral until she finds his nipple, and pauses there to gently suck.
āHmmmmn-ah,ā Astarion moans, releasing his arm where heās biting it and letting sound rise out of his throat once more. Too focused on the tension building within him to be anything resembling coherent. His head feels far too heavy as he presses it against the side of her face.
With his mouth near her ear, she can pick out a select few words ā mostly Elvish, with her name peppered in for good measure.
She takes her mouth from his chest and turns to kiss him quiet. He continues to rock against her, occasionally bobbing up and down. His timing goes increasingly spotty.
When they break, she whispers, āThis must feel good. Youāre doing the garbled Elvish thing.ā
āMmmm sh-shhh,ā he shushes her, leaning in to cover her mouth with his, kissing between shallow gasps. For once, he has no clever comeback on deck. The only thing currently top of mind is that the combination of riding good cock and knowing the good cock belongs to the person he loves is driving him out of his absolute mind with pleasure.
He releases a hand from the chair and lets one arm fall to his side, dangling it as he leans back and rolls his hips against her, panting out a steady stream of hah, hah, hah as he lets the sensations wash through him.
While she watches him lose himself from below, Ori rubs circles into his lower back and around his hips. āSo beautiful,ā she murmurs. āBeautiful and riding me so well.ā
He brokenly cries out her name. The tension inside him is swelling and rising, threatening to burst. He reaches around to take his cock in hand and finish himself off, but Ori stays him, lacing their fingers together.
āIām ready to come,ā he gasps. āIāmā¦ right there.ā
āI know,ā she says gently back. āYou can. You can come for me, love.ā
āI need toā¦ā He tries to touch himself again.
She holds him. āTrust me, baby. You can. You can come, just like this.ā
āIā¦ Iā¦ā
Ori continues to slowly fuck him through his overwhelm. When he relaxes against her again to let the pleasure continue, she releases his hand and reaches between his legs, not quite touching his cock. She briefly cups him before moving a knuckle behind his balls to massage the spot right at the base of his cock.
Astarionās eyebrows tick up and his jaw goes fully slack as the additional stimulation tips him over, the tension releasing from him as he clenches down around the toy, riding out the heavenly pulses sending ripples through his entire body.
His cock leaks a bit, fluid trailing over the tip and down the underside, but continues to stand rock-hard and at attention.
āBleeding gods above and below,ā he groans. Heās only had one of those a handful of times in his life. For good measure, his body gives one last mild clench.
Ori lightly runs her fingers over his skin. āDid I do okay?ā she teases.
He heaves a breath and hums at the feeling of her still inside him, the need already starting to prickle at the edges of his awareness.
āI just came so well that I donāt think I could pretend I didnāt if I tried,ā he says, deadpan.
āSo, yes, then.ā
āYes.ā
She takes one of his hands back in hers and brings it to her mouth to kiss. āDo you need to take a breather?ā
āAlso yes,ā he says.
With her help, he gets his legs back under him and carefully rises up off her, whining a little at the loss. It felt good and heās still so hard.
But he also genuinely needs a moment to catch his breath.
Astarion helps her to standing and she gives him a kiss before she moves to the side table. He moves to flop down onto their shared bed, flat on his back. The blankets are cool against his sex-heated skin.
Ori takes a moment to do a quick cleanup with her gathered supplies before she comes to stand between his spread legs where they hang over the edge of the mattress. She lays two towels down on the bed beside him.
With a pleased sigh, she runs the pads of her fingers down the dip in his abdomen, making him jump beneath her touch as she nears his leaking cock. She doesnāt quite touch and he flops his head back in mock disappointment, his blissed smile giving him away.
āI thinkā¦ā she says as she crawls up to straddle him, holding his eye. ā... you could do another of those. If you wanted.ā
āGods,ā Astatrion groans, his core clenching in memory and anticipation. āI donāt know that I could.ā
She places her hands on either side of his head and bends down to kiss him. He feels the rigid tip of her phallus against his hip and subconsciously nips at her lip with a growl.
āWould you like to try?ā she asks sweetly, batting her eyes at him. āBefore the big finish.ā
A rumbling hum rises from deep in his throat and he reaches up to move a curl out of her eyes. āYou donāt have to keep going.ā
Ori smiles fondly. āI want to.ā She lays on top of him and he gives a gravely moan as her weight settles across his erection, trapping it between their bodies. She reaches up and traces her fingers over his face, gazing at him like sheās enchanted. āIf you knew how gorgeous you looked just now, youād want to make it happen again, too.ā
He barks out a laugh and swallows. āAlways knew you liked them pretty.ā
She puffs a breath out through her nose and leans in to kiss his cheek. āI like them well-loved,ā she says. Another kiss. āAnd fucked the way they deserve.ā
His body responds to that like a reflex, arousal stretching and purring under his skin, his cock insistently reminding him of its need. He kisses her with a hum, breaking to rest his head back against the bed so he can look up at her with lidded eyes.
āI love you,ā she whispers. āI love making you feel good. Will you let me?ā
Gods, he adores her.
āIāll allow it,ā he says with a slow smile.
Ori raises her eyebrows. āGood.ā
She goes to fetch another vial and spends a moment prepping them both again, running her heated palm over the back of his thigh and guiding him to bend his knee to open himself back up for her. When heās ready, she puts her hands on either side of him and pushes cautiously back inside, careful not to go too hard or too fast as she lowers herself over his body.
Astarion instantly tightens his leg around her and draws her in closer, groaning out his desire. Itās wonderful, but itās also overwhelming. Heās so gods damned sensitive, the head of his cock nearly purple with unspent arousal.
āI donāt know if Iā¦ā he whispers.
Ori slowly rolls one more time, brushing her hand along the side of his face and whispering into the opposite ear, āYouāre all right, dearest. Whenever youāre ready to let go, Iām right here.ā
He sputters out a tearful sound and arches into her, lifting his leg higher up to wrap along her hip. The adjusted angle makes him gasp, igniting the tension to build anew, higher and more maddening this time. With a whine, he grips her upper arm and turns his face toward hers.
āLove me,ā he says, breath warm on her cheek. āLove me, Ori, love me.ā
āI will love you so well,ā she says, closing the distance to kiss him deep. āYou remember our word?ā
āYes,ā he breathes, nodding a little for good measure.
āSay it for me, one time,ā she says, voice soothing.
Without hesitation, he says, āWeavemoss.ā
Ori kisses him again. āAny reason we want to stop, no matter what, thatās our word.ā
He presses hard into the kiss, then says, āI understand. Now fuck me again.ā
āWhatever my sweetheart wants,ā she purrs, pivoting her hips to set a slow, reverent pace.
Itās too much and not enough at once, sticky-sweet with an edge. He wants to both melt into the feeling and cling to it desperately.
He hadnāt exactly been quiet before, but heād maintained a sliver of control over his utterances. This time, he doesnāt have the capacity to care. He leverages himself to grind back against her, whining and huffing and groaning out his pleasure.
āThatās it,ā she says, her voice winded from the exertion. āYouāre incredible. What a good, beautiful boy you are.ā
āI am,ā he agrees, huffing out a delirious laugh. She adjusts her angle slightly and gives him a series of quick, shallow thrusts followed by a long roll and he loses himself.
āGods, arsurinyas, gods,ā he gasps, head thrown back. āHow are you doing that?ā
āPractice,ā she huffs, leaning heavily on her arms and increasing her pace.
From there, itās only a simple of matter of time before his pleasure catches him again, the thread drawing tighter and tighter until it snaps once more. The whole of his pelvis and abdomen goes sore from its clenching, but in the way that feels like the high after a run, after a kill, after an unbelievable fuck.
And still, and still, his bullocks ache with unspilled seed. Heās nearly mindless from it.
While he comes down from his latest high, he feels Ori pull out and he tries to tell her no, come back, itās so much but itās also so wonderful, but he neednāt have worried. She takes his hands and uses her bodyweight to pull him up to sitting. He lolls there, blissed out and feral with need.Ā
āThink you can turn around for me, love?ā she asks, giving his hands one more gentle yank. āIāve got you.ā
He groans and does as asked, thoughts too muddled to argue or attempt anything but her request. His leg is heavy as he lifts it and flips himself, feet now on the floor as he puts his palms on the edge of the bed. Ori approaches behind him and he barely registers her spreading the towels out under him, but then her hands are rubbing his back and he goes jelly-boned under her touch, a completely pliant mess.
āReady?ā she says. He feels her palms spread over his hips, holding him together.
He arches his deep in response. āYes,ā he breathes, barely audible.
When she enters him again, his mind hollows out and he instantly clenches down around the toy. She gives his body a moment to settle before she begins to move again. Her hands slide from his hips to the divots in his lower back, her thumbs massaging into the muscles there in the most deliriously enjoyable way, relaxing him and drawing a reedy purr from his throat.
Ori presses her breasts up against his back as she rocks into him yet again, kissing between his shoulder blades. He whimpers, overstimulated and desperate and continually dripping onto the towels below.Ā
āYouāre being so good,ā she croons. āSuch a good boy. Arenāt you?ā
āYes, yes,ā he sighs, rocking back into her. āIāll be whatever you want.ā
Another kiss on his spine. āGood boys get good things.ā
His hair is damp with sweat, breath puffing from his lips in his lustful haze. āPlease,ā he whispers.Ā
Ori rolls up on her tiptoes and puts her mouth against his ear. She gives the lobe a little suck and enjoys his shuddering whine before she says, āGood boys get to come on my cock thrice.ā
āFuck,ā Astation gasps, dropping his chin and feeling his cock pulse and twitch, his balls pulling in tight.Ā
Then Ori reaches around and takes him in hand and his mouth falls open with a guttural moan.
The remaining oil on her hand and his own slick spread under her touch, offering a splendid glide as she jerks him, making sure to brush up against the slit with her thumb as she works.
āAaaa-aaaahh,ā he manages as he thrusts into her hand.
She follows his hips with hers and together the set a rhythm, him fucking into her hand while she fucks into him, a perfect storm. Thereās no drawing this out. Heās already hurtling toward the end, eyes squeezed shut until tears trail from the corners.
āOri, gods, Ori,ā he whimpers. āIām going to cuh- gods-ā
Like a shiver, it runs down the length of him from the crown of his head all the way to his toes. He breaks apart like so much stardust, his release spilling out in an incredible rush, then again, again, and again as Ori pumps him through it until it slows to a trickle. Everything goes soft and quiet, his body sated at last.
He doesnāt speak and neither does she, their heavy breathing the only sound. Ori wraps her arms around him and holds him close, peppering kisses over his shoulders, his back, his neck. Slowly, softly, she trails her fingers over his lower belly, soothing the soreness there.
When she pulls out, the only thing he feels fit to do is drag his burdensome body up onto the mattress and collapse into the pillows. He hears her soft laugh as she removes her harness and collects the messed towels, setting everything aside for a proper cleaning later. She takes some time to wipe herself down with water and mild soap from the basin, then brings a damp cloth over to do the same to him.
His breathing slows as she turns him onto his back, helping him tent a leg so she can carefully clean up the oil and spend from his skin. Astarion blows a breath between his lips and cracks his eyes open to look up at her, curls falling limp and sweaty against her head. Her skin is dewy with lust and exertion.
Itās been a minute since anyoneās fucked him so well, so selflessly. He reaches up a hand to brush against the side of her face, taking the cloth from her and tossing it aside so he can guide her down into his waiting kiss. Theyāre drunk on one another, lips and tongue and touch.
They make out for several minutes before Astarion runs a hand down her body and between her legs, finally. He finds her completely drenched with slick.
āHmmm,ā he hums against her mouth. āSomeone enjoyed that almost as much as I did, I think.ā
āWhat can I say,ā she sighs, hitching her breath as he runs a finger along the seam of her. āItās a bit of a rush to get your love off three times in a row, especially when he looks so pretty coming apart.ā
āI can relate,ā he says, voice low. He reaches around to palm her just below her arse and pulls her up higher. āGet up here.ā
She chuckles. āThis was for you, sweetheart.ā
āThe hells it was,ā he lilts, pulling her with slightly more insistence. āIf you think Iām going to let you get away with all that without making you scream your pretty heart out, you donāt know me at all.ā
āPromises,ā she teases. But she relents, letting him guide her as he scoots himself down the mattress and lifts her leg until sheās settled directly on his face.
He runs the entire flat of his tongue along her heated cunt, savoring the moaning gasp she makes, and moves his hands up over her sides, counting every rib as he goes before he lowers one hand to her waist and palms her breast with the other. Ori offers little resistance before she begins rutting against his mouth, chasing relief heās all too happy to offer.
His tongue works magic as he curls it up into her, stroking along the rough place just inside before drawing back up to lave at her clit.
Ori puts her hand over his on her chest, making him squeeze her tighter there as she begins to bounce a bit. āGods damn it, you have such a sweet mouth,ā she pants.
He smiles and continues to work her, using everything at his disposal to light her up ā the flats of his teeth, the whole of his tongue, the suction of his lips. Her clit goes pebble-hard under his ministrations and she whines out his name.
āGods, gods, gods,ā she huffs out between bounces, her voice tight with need. āGods, Astarion, thatās so fuckingā¦ā
He redoubles his efforts, moving both hands to the globes of her arse and gipping hard so he can help her fuck his face to her content. And she does, she does and she does until her thighs quake.
Astarion rolls three circles in quick succession, a delightful swirl that he knows will drive her mad, and she throws her head back and gives a rewarding, sobbing cry to the ceiling as she comes, her slick coating his chin.
After, they lay side by side naked on top of the covers, Astarion wrapped around her from behind with a hand still palming one of her breasts, softly snoring.
They donāt wake until midnight, and they donāt talk about the fact that for all his disdain for heroes, he certainly doesnāt mind being fucked by one.
#astarion smut#astarion#astarion x tav#astarion x oc#astarion fic#astarion x original female character#astarion x female tav#cw pegging#bg3#not your sweetheart#kitten writes#no I'm not gonna tell you what it's called you gotta read NYS to find out lmao#sometimes I like to write the fun stuff first#to escape the angst
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Overloaded (#1)
Preventative Measures
so like. this is a thing. been toying with this little guy in my head for a few weeks and like, almost nothing is concrete but I'm hoping I'll turn it into a series.
content: ex-villain whumpee, hero/leader whumper, manipulative whumper, just like a LOT of manipulation, collars/collaring, referenced electrocution, low self esteem, subtle threats, guilt trips
I've never done this before, let me know if I missed something!!
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Villain has finally been given a chance. A chance to prove he's more than what the whole city has always thought of him, more than what his father raised him to be. He wanted to do good in the world. The heroes were finally giving him a chance to be more than they've always thought of him.Ā
...or so he thought.
He gulps as he stares at the shock collar in Team Leaders hands. It's a small thing, sleek and unassuming. But he knows exactly what it is because Team Leader had shown him how it worked.Ā The man is currently speaking to him nonchalantly. Villain should really be listening to the hero that holds the key to a better life. But that collar... shakes Villain's faith in Team Leader. Just a little.
"Villain," the man says shortly. Impatiently. Shit.
Villain jumped to attention, nerves only growing worse.Ā
"Sorry, sorry! I'm just-just a little confused. I thought... I was a part of the team..." He tries to keep the heartbreak out of his voice. He doesn't quite succeed.Ā
"If you'd listen..." the Team Leader sighed deeply. Villain was going to throw up.Ā
Team Leader began again, speaking slowly as if to a child. Or a stupid person. Villain thinks he fell into the latter column. "I was just saying this will help you better mesh with the team. I'm sure you've noticed people are a little nervous with you around."
Hostile. Villain would use the word hostile.
"Given your past, everything you've done," the man drawled. Villain can't hold back a wince.Ā
"So, to ease their worries, and allow them to see how great I know you can be, this is just a little precautionary measure. A bit of a show."
Ryan swallowed thickly.
"So... It wouldn't be used..."
He tries to keep himself from thinking about electricity burning the sensitive skin of his throat as it shoots down his spine and into his skull to paralyze him. He's familiar enough with the feeling; he doesn't need to imagine it.
Team Leader gives him an easy smile. "As long as there are no issues, of course not."
"...Issues?"
"Oh, stuff that'll never happen. Just breaking any of the rules."
Villain arched his brow, slightly dubious. "Rules.ā
"Yeah, like, follow orders, don't fraternize with any of your old contacts, don't leave our level, don't work unsupervised, don't harm the team. Stuff you've been doing this whole time."
"Wait, don't leave the level?
"I mean, that's pretty obvious, bud. If we can't see you, we can't know that you're following the rest of the rules."
He nods mutely, gaze wandering. this whole thing just. He didn't know. It hurt.
Team Leader gently tilted his head up. "Villain, I'm only doing this because I trust you. I know you'd never do anything that could jeopardize your place here."
He doesn't trust that Villain is a hero though, obviously. That he's good. Because Villain could never be good. Not now. Not after all he's done.Ā
No, he can only hope to do good. And the only way he'll be able to do that is with the team. If this is what it takes to ease his team into working with him, if this is what it takes for him to stay, then he'll do it.
"O-okay."
"Atta boy, Villain! I knew you could do it, man."
Villain nods, trying to give him a smile.
Team Leader moves towards him all too quickly, and he can't help the flinch. The man doesn't seem to noticeāor at least he doesn't acknowledge itāand is soon once again gently tilting Villain's chin up from where it had fallen.Ā
Villain fights the urge to lean into the touch.
While he's distracted, Team Leader swiftly brings the collar, already disengaged and bent open at the hinges, and presses it to Villain's skin.Ā
Villain jolts at the cold metal and fights to swallow as it's closed around his neck.
The locking mechanism clicks right up against his spine. He can't help the shudder that trickles down his back at the finality of the sound.
"I'm so proud of you, bud," Team Leader says with a big smile and a ruffle of Villain's shaggy curls.
The tightness in his chest eases, just a little. A little part of him flares in anger at how easily he's comforted. He doesn't deserve the comfort.
But he's trying. The collar now fit snuggly around his neck, like it was made for him, is proof of that.
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ps ex-villain whumpee on the hero team but whumped by the hero team is my all-time favorite trope and it is so hard to find I have finally hit the point of needing to produce my own story to scratch the itch
#ex-villain whumpee#villain whumpee#team leader whumper#manipulative whumper#emotional manipulation#heroes and villains#shock collar#whump#whump community#whumpblr#whump writing#angst#team whump#bad team dynamics#whoops this is scary ive never ever shared my writing#overloaded
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That time of year againā¦ // Sebastian Sallow x Reader/MC (NSFW)
Hi friends! I have been battling the flu for a week now so thereās a delay on strumming hearts pt 2 but I managed to scrap this together for those who celebrate Christmas! Also hella unedited so RIP.. anyways, Hope your day has been fantastic!
Screenshots in art by: @sinty2ek - seriously check out their page, itās great if you arenāt already following š
Warning: smut (duh), Sebastian gets dom for a moment but overall is worried about her, loss of virginity, consent is hot, size difference, etc
Word count: 7,700
All characters are aged up and MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
The first December after the events in Feldcroft, he had come down with a bout of dragon pox that landed him in the hospital wing for weeks. The second his finals had come to an end he wound up in a bed, with nurse Blainey rushing around him, and he didnāt realize what exactly was happening until the first of the year when he was released. In a way, heād been thankful, that not really being conscious or alert through the worst part of the year.
That vile illness saved him from going to an empty home with too many bad memories to sulk and more than likely drink his uncle's firewhiskey. He had ācome tooā so to speak the morning of his birthday - New Yearās Eve or Hogmanay for the Scots - but in his house it had always been about celebrating himself and Anne. Knowing heād be unable to grieve the loss of his sister from his life with nurse Blainey in the room he laid in the hospital bed trying by any means to distract himself.
She had come around several times seeing he was much better but still not quite healthy to be released. As his energy grew so had his restlessness. He was so grateful when his friend, the only one he had anymore, had so sweetly continued to try and attempt to see him. He had heard snippets throughout his stay from the nurse about how the girl had frequently attempted to come see him, and sheād caught the girl trying to sneak in a few times, firmly reassuring the hero of Hogwarts that dragon pox was no laughing matter.
It warmed his heart when he was finally awake at how the pile of books slowly started to accumulate, giving him a much needed distraction. She even slipped in a title to the stack he knew she mustāve stolen from the restricted section, and the thought of her puttering around amongst the ghost to get him comfort while sick, made him smile.
And on his birthday in the morning when he awoke he saw a small slice of cake alongside a neatly wrapped gift and a small note containing his name. Blainey had informed him how desperately the girl had begged to stay on the far side of the hospital just to see him and how upset sheād been handing off the gift and pastry before sulking back downstairs.
As sweet as it all was, he was somewhat grateful to the nurse for keeping the girl away. Not only would he never be able to live with himself should he be the reason she contracted the often fatal illness, but he honestly didnāt want to be seen like that.
Heād been quite honest with himself over that first summer holiday on his feelings for the girl. He had come to terms with the awful ways in which heād treated her and decided her miracle of not turning him in and standing by him should never go wasted. In those hot months in feldcroft he decided that heād never hurt her again. And perhaps one day heād tell her how he felt.
Because as the first July without Anne and Solomon raged on as he tended the garden, all he continued to think of was her shimmering eyes dreamily staring up at his own in amazement as he showed her the undercroft. Or how silky her hair had shown in the moonlight that night they raided the goblin mine. How small she felt pressed against him when heād pulled her to safety from that spider. How brilliant her smile was when they discovered the first of Isadoraās memories. Or how she held him so tightly the night before they left hogwarts in May when sheād found him crying in the undercroftā¦
But that former Yule where he laid in a hospital bed, covered in sweat, scabs and looking like death itself, he was almost more thankful that the nurse had prevented the girl of his dreams from seeing his current state. Sebastian had always been a bit cocky. And he knew that he had some baseline qualities to which made him attractive, despite the ones he tended to dislike. He often hoped his messy hair would be considered more charming in her eyes. Or sheād notice that heād started shaving by purposefully leaving it a few days sometimes so sheād have to notice the dark hair adorning his chin. He found the few of his features he could be proud of and he was thankful that sheād not seen him sick when sheād left that sweet gift.
The girl had dropped off a blank, leather bound journal, simply explaining in her note how proud sheād been of him for not messing with dark magic and that she hoped heād use the journal to vent his feelings, frustrations, discoveries and anything else as he continued to turn over a new leaf. It had been sweet and something heād never done before but if he was honest in the last year heād nearly filled the damn thing after he taped in her note to the first page.
That remaining school year and the start of the current left him following around her like a lost crup puppy. Although feeling a bit self conscious earlier on about his newly acquired dragon pox scars adorning his body and the few on his face, he quickly resolved the issue when she come to him with a potion to cure it that she promised she had done the heavy lifting with garreth on. It overall did the charm and returned his face and skin to its original state.
Anywhere she needed to go after that, he was there. She needed someone to hold books? Sebastian had two hands. She needed an escort through the forbidden forest to find a lost niffler? He was carrying the small creature back for her. She wanted company even on a night he was exhausted? Heād brave the lack of sleep and stay up with her.
At some point during the year she had come to him and confessed she hadnāt been sleeping well, professor Weasley and her head of house recommending she relocate to her room of requirement instead of a dorm so she wouldnāt disturb her roommates with the nightmares.
So every once in a while when he too was struggling to fall asleep heād find a note slipping under his dormitory door and heād be slipping off to the tapestry in the hall to make sure she was okay.
Deek had found them most mornings still awake by the fire just chatting and decided perhaps Matilda didnāt need to know everything. Not even on the rare mornings he found Mr Sallowās arms wrapped around his dear friend as they both slept soundly in her conjured bed. As far as Deek was concerned both children desperately needed whatever sleep they got, and the hero of Hogwarts only seemed to sleep in the arms of that Slytherin boy with the brown eyes that never left her.
As they found themselves in their seventh year, Ominis eventually trickled back into their lives. Having seen the changes made by Sebastian, and the reassurance from the girl he truly had given up after the damage he brought, Ominis decided that his found family was still better than his birth family. Despite that, he still had obligations at Yule until he was of age, leaving the pair behind as he boarded the train in Hogsmeade in December.
Sebastian wasnāt looking forward to Christmas this year. Not that he truly had for a while - Yule always brought forth the nasty reminder of those who were missing - a number that was increasing for him by the years. But this was going to be the first he was actually conscious for after his sister left. Given the previous dragon pox year he wasnāt sure what was going to happen this year.
Almost as if sensing his nervousness going into the holidays she approached him during dinner the last day of their examinations as she sat down gently and leaned a hand over to place on his arm, startling him out of his deep thoughts while he stared at his mashed potatoes.
Hey Bash, are you alright?
He looked up with a small jump as he saw her brow furrowed and her gaze laced with concern. Her sweet voice caused that ever present stirring to arise in his stomach as he sighed and turned towards her, making her drop her hand from his bicep in the process.
āI supposeā he said after a moment looking down and seeing where her thigh was almost pressed against his own and where she had laced her hands together in her lap after she let go of him.
After a beat of silence she spoke again.
āYouāre feeling sad about the holidays this year arenāt you?ā She asked and he almost let out a small yelp at how wonderfully she was able to capture exactly what heād been thinking without him even having to explain himself.
Looking back at her empathetic expression he nodded. Of course she was understanding. She had always been nothing but caring since the day heād met her.
Sighing, she averted her gaze and grabbed one of his forgotten peeled orange slices off his plate and popped it into her mouth, slowly allowing the fruits somewhat bitter-sweetness to coat her tongue before she swallowed and looked back at him.
āThis is the time of year I feel the most aloneā she admitted as she looked back up at him from her seat on the Slytherin bench.
Sebastian recalled the times she had mentioned growing up in a muggle orphanage in London. How abysmally poor and mismanaged it was run. How professor Fig had come, lying that he was a long lost relative to the nuns before ābringing her homeā as he explained to the young witch that she had accidentally wound up at a muggle orphanage instead of a magic one when her parents were discovered dead by non magical policemen when she was an infant.
Spending her first Christmas at Hogwarts when Professor Fig was still alive had been wonderful. sheād been allowed to travel to visit him and Ominis and Anne during the last Christmas heād had at feldcroft with the professor just during the day. Sebastian also remembered fondly how happy she looked celebrating Yule with them before she returned to hogwarts for the rest of the holiday: not before giving him a quick kiss to the cheek and scurrying off behind the late man. It had been Sebastianās first decent Christmas since his parents died.
Now the pair sat in the great hall carrying the weight of loss and loneliness as they went uncertainty into the holiday season.
āI donāt want to go back to Feldcroft alone this yearā he admitted bluntly as he continued to peel the orange, handing her a slice as he ate another. As they silently ate the fruit he kept thinking about how he felt conflicted in returning. A part of him hoped Anne would show up again but he knew deep down it was unlikely.
āWhat ifā¦ what if you didnāt go back to Feldcroft? What if you stayed hereā¦ with me?ā She asked quietly without looking up at him.
Sebastian had wondered if he should stay at the school given he had no family to return to, but he worried she see him as imposing as hogwarts truly was the only home she had.
āYou want me to stay?ā He asked, unsure if she meant it but hopeful she did want him there.
āOf course I would. I always want you around. I think itās silly for us both to be alone during Christmas if we have each other we could be keeping company.ā she explained as she finally looked again.
āWhat about our dorm rooms-ā he asked as she shook her head with a small amount of blushing working its way to her face.
āWe can stay in the room of requirement. Professor Weasley was returning home this year so she wonāt be checking in and last anyone heard you were going to feldcroft. Only one who would know is Deek and he would never tell a soul. That is, if you are interestedā¦ā she explained to him.
He almost stuttered in his reply, taking in that the girl was willingly offering him to stay with her for an extended period of time alone and unsupervised. Sure he occasionally fell asleep there when she invited him but never for multiple nights in a row and with the intention directly.
āYou want me to stay with you alone?ā He asked and she gently nodded.
āI would. We can conjure a tree and decorate it together in the main room. Take care of the beasts in the vivariums and sneak down the library to get books to readā¦ it could be funā she reasoned and he nodded.
āAlright. I think I would really like that. Only if youāre sure you are alright with it. I can also sleep on the settee in the main room-ā he offered and she shook her head, opening her mouth to speak before pausing and looking down.
āYou can if you prefer that, but I -ā she trailed off as she looked at his wild expression before continuing as she tucked one of those stray hairs so often around her face behind her ear as she admitted, āI do sleep better when you are aroundā¦ the nightmares donāt usually happen when you are with meā¦ā she told him.
He knew the feeling. In fact he knew it so well that the only peaceful sleep he often found was in her room when they fell asleep after hours of talking together. He never knew how but eventually once he would calm her down and theyād talk, he would wake up the next morning with her nestled against his body as if during the night they had reached over to hold one another.
āI-ā he paused, raking his own hands in his hair as he also admitted, āme too. I think the only real sleep Iāve gotten all year has been in the room of requirementā
āSo youāll stay? With me?ā She asked and he nodded.
āIād love toā
āāāāāāāā
The next morning heād slipped out of his nearly empty Slytherin dorm room with a small bag over his shoulder of the stuff he usually brought home. Some clothes that werenāt his school uniforms, a few books, a quill and some ink, some snacks, the few toiletries he had and the journal sheād given him the previous year. As he snuck down the empty halls he came across the door to the room or requirement, now revealing itself to him with no problem, before he pushed inside.
Once there he could see the always lit fire in the main room, the vivariums grand entrances, along with all her potting and potions stations. Something about the place always felt so inherently homie and incredibly authentic to her.
āUhā¦ā he looked around seeing the absence of the witch who had invited him, knowing it was really early in the morning and she possibly could still be asleep, but usually she rose earlier. As he went to check the small bedroom that had appeared a few months prior, the door opened behind him and she shuffled in carrying a small basket.
āOh, youāre already here. I snuck down to the kitchen for some breakfast and I was going to pop by the dungeons later-ā she started to ramble as he looked at her clothes.
Most of the time she wore her uniform, as most students did, but when she wasnāt in her robes she usually looked a tad mismatched. Often finding random articles of clothing with protection charms while exploring, she wore a tacky blend of them. The girl also usually opted for trousers not skirts or dresses as exploring was easier when you werenāt āworried about the wind blowing up or fabric getting caughtā by her own words.
Instead she stood before him in possibly the first time heād ever seen her without trousers or one of those hideous wool skirts all the students wore. She had a white blouse with an emerald green dress overtop that had only a few white embellishments along the skirt. It wasnāt the most elegant of dresses but it certainly was beautiful, especially since he rarely saw her like this.
He set his bag down and walked towards her, and upon further inspection she also had her hair tied back - not an uncommon sight - but sheād left most of it down, only pulling the front strands out of her way as she tied it back with a bow.
Very different from how he usually saw her.
Upon realizing he had been staring she felt self conscious, asking him āhow do I look?ā As she awkwardly stroked the material of her skirt down with her free hand.
āYou look beautifulā he said without a second thought before he looked at her face, something heād done so often but as her eyes softened he realized he shouldnāt affirm she looked this way only because of the clothes or change to her hair.
āYou are beautifulā he spoke when he found himself planted in front of her, boldly admiring her face and not the wardrobe.
She noticed his correction along with the implications it carried as she fell under the wonderful scrutiny of his gaze. As she did so, she turned to take in his appearance with his lack of the Slytherin robes, swamping them for a simple shirt and vest as he stood in front of her. Usually disguised by school cloaks she could see how wide his shoulders had gotten, along with the exposed skin of his forearms from where heād rolled his sleeves up. The skin that usually laid covered, now proudly displaying the freckled skin below the light dusting of dark hair, as well as his veins that went into his hand.
āYou okay?ā She heard his voice ask gently as she looked up from his hands to his face once more.
āSorry, yeah, I mean thank you-ā she told him as she moved past him and walked down the stairs of the main room into the back area. Sebastian didnāt question as he followed her down into the deeper parts of the room.
Once they emerged in the area he noticed there was a large tree in the middle of the room with some pillow cushions on the floor in front of the fireplace. He realized she mustāve been awake a while to have conjured a tree and made the cozy nest where they likely would read together during the day.
āYouāve been busyā he teased as she walked them over to the fireplace and lifted her skirt ever so slightly so she could settle herself on the ground comfortably.
āI just wanted you to feel as at homey as possibleā she explained as he sat down next to her, his long legs stretching out in front of them. Looking between their bodies he noticed her hand sat atop one of the cushions on the floor and he carefully plucked it from the space between them.
As he ran his fingers over the delicate and soft skin of her hand he tried to ignore the way his cheeks flamed at his bold action.
āI really appreciate the effort but you donāt have to play host you know? I am just happy to spend time with youā he explained as he looked at her, giving a reassuring squeeze to her hand to truly affirm his words.
She didnāt respond as she stared at the way he continued to clutch her much smaller hand. He worried she would seem disappointed by his request to remain as laid back as possible so he in turn shifted the conversation.
āYou said you grabbed breakfast?ā He asked and she pulled her hand back to grab the basket, opening it up with a smile to show the goodies she had brought. As she continued to go through the options he couldnāt shake the way her hand in his own had felt like the most incredibly natural act in the world.
āāāāāāā
After a day of reading, exploring the room, decorating the tree together, and just talking he was on cloud nine. Everything had felt so comfortable, so natural, as they fell into a rhythm alongside one another.
That was, until it was time for bed.
Once again he insisted if she preferred him to sleep on the sofa he would more than happily oblige, understanding that sleeping in the same bed carried heavy implications. She swiftly reminded him that they had indeed fallen asleep in the very bed in her room of requirement before. But for Sebastian, those moments had never been intentional, and to do so from the jump felt like a much deeper step.
To go to bed willingly alongside one another felt like the kind of thing reserved for married couples, certainly not friends of the opposing genders. And especially not a friend he often dreamed about kissingā¦ as well as other more intense and vulgar thingsā¦
Regardless, her sweet smile and bright big eyes told him it was okay in her book, and who was he to question that. So as she slipped off into the small bathroom area to change for bed he stripped himself of his clothes and quickly threw on his own night clothes, tossing his dirty ones in his bag just as she returned.
Sebastian hadnāt recalled ever seeing the nightgown she wore. Usually she had something much thicker and denser but this one seemedā¦ thin.
It was suddenly as if Sebastianās mouth had lost all its moisture and he couldnāt help but stare as the silk she wore seemed to hug areas he usually wasnāt granted access to see.
Since when had her breasts been this full? Has she always had such an intense dip in her waist?
āSebastian?ā She asked him in mild concern as he stared distantly, his mind very much elsewhere as she came closer to where he stood slack jawed. When she found herself in front of him, he looked at her like a wild animal that had been caught by a hunter.
āIā¦ā he trailed off as he took one more, very obvious, look down at her barely clothed breast. The view from up close confirmed his suspicions that she had forgone any form of camisole as the brief outline of her nipple shown through the silk.
āWhatās wrong?ā She asked gently, not fully comprehending his reaction.
āIā¦ I think I may need to sleep out thereā he said shyly as he pointed to the main area, his voice much more painned than he intended it to sound. At his explanation her heart fell as she couldnāt comprehend his reasoning.
āBut why? Did I do something to upset you?ā
āWhat?ā He asked her as he looked at her hair which he realized was now completely down, something heād never been privy to see before. It made him want to reach out and touch the long strands and see if they were just as silky as he imagined.
Quickly snapping his eyes back to her suddenly saddened expression he firmly said āYouāve done nothing wrongā. This further plagued the girl as she couldnāt place why exactly he was acting in this manor.
āI donāt understand. I thought you said you slept better when we were here togetherā¦ Donāt you want to share the bed?ā Her hurt expression cut through him as he realized she was still not understanding that his resistance was not due to anything about her personallyā¦ more or less it was about his lack of control in regards to his wandering hands should they lay in the same bed all night.
āCome here,ā Sebastian explained as he sat on the edge of the bed, grabbing her palm and pulling her to do the same. She simply sat next to him as he turned to face her, his knee slightly framing her hips and he did his best to try and ignore how close they really were.
I donāt trust myself.
If she hadnāt watched him say it she wouldnāt have believed he muttered the words.
āWhat do you mean-ā she asked and Sebastian almost grew frustrated with the girl for her lack of awareness at how much of a beauty she was, along with the fact he was so irrevocably in love with her it pained him.
āI mean you are too bloody gorgeous like this that I donāt trust myself to behave like a gentlemanā he let out with a frustrated sigh. He knew he shouldnāt get so worked up, especially not to show frustration at her, but the throbbing starting in his lower region was making it hard to fully concentrate on his emotions.
All he heard was her gasp, fearing sheād seen the arousal in his night trousers but when he looked up, all Sebastian saw was the girl cautiously clutching her hair trying to make sense of his words.
Closing his eyes, he ran his hand over his face. Why was he such an idiot? She probably thought him some sort of delinquent. She probably hated him. She-
She had turned her body to face him and placed a hand on his shoulder when he opened his eyes.
āBashā her timid tone called out and all he could muster upon having her so close was an eyebrow raise to acknowledge he heard her speak.
What if I donāt want you to behave like a gentleman?
Sebastian wasnāt sure he heard her correctly or if he was about to wake up from another one of those wet deans where he stained his sheets dreaming about being buried inside her.
āYou donāt know what youāre asking forā he reasoned, knowing how innocent in many regards she seemed. It wouldnāt surprise him if no one had explained the marital act to her at all.
Instead of replying she simply inched closer until she was directly in front of him. Sebastian anticipated her to stop but when she cautiously climbed on his lap his breathing stopped. He kept his hand firmly planted at his sides as she settled herself atop him, her hands resting on his shoulders for support.
āI do know what youāre referring to,ā she said bluntly and her boldness made him question just how much he might know of her. Behind those innocent gazes perhaps sheād been a temptress this whole time and he was just to blind by his affections to notice.
He hadnāt realized she had lifted one of his hands until he saw her concentrated expression examining his right hand up close. She studied the calloused skin of his palm before placing his open hand along her waist. Suddenly he felt the warmth of her skin through the silk nightgown along with the beautiful dip of her curves that laid underneath.
āI thought, but you-ā he couldnāt think of an intelligent response as she looked at his face. This led to the both of them staring at one another in silence as he kept his hand firmly planted where sheād left it.
Leaning forward she placed her fingers lightly on his chin, noting the stubble growing from his face as she traced over it. Heād shaved it in the morning but she always enjoyed seeing the small, dark hairs when he stayed with her after nightmares.
āIf I ask you to kiss me, are you going to run away Sebastian?ā She asked him while continuing to trace her fingertips over his face in the areas his facial hair had started to grow.
Sebastian didnāt reply as his hand finally tightened and curved over her waist. Lifting the other, he placed it on her cheek gently as he let his eyes move to her own.
āAre you sure? If Iām honest I donāt think I can ever let things go back to normal if we do thatā he admitted to her with a sigh.
Of course he wanted her. Wanted to be with her. Wanted to kiss her. Wanted to lay with her. But if this was just some Christmas Eve fun that never would go anywhere he couldnāt stomach it.
Instead of replying she simply leaned forward into his hand, smiling to herself as she felt the warmth of his palm against her skin. Sebastian took a shaky inhale at realizing she was signaling he could go ahead while she looked at him through her heavy lidded lashes.
Exhaling gently he leaned forward just enough to ever so softly press his lips to hers.
He could hear the way she inhaled sharply through her nose before he felt the slight pressure of her returning the kiss. It was cautious. Unsure. But still she continued to press on physically and metaphorically.
Sebastian let out a groan as he felt one of her hands tighten in his dark hair, her fingers weaving in and out of the locks along his sensitive nape. In response he pulled her closer to him by the hands firmly planted on her waist and cheek.
Feeling herself more tightly wrapped in his embrace she gained more confidence in the movements, shifting on his lap ever so slightly and letting out a gasp and breaking the kiss when she felt that beautiful ache between her legs at pressing upon his hard thigh.
She had touched herself before, sometimes rutting into a pillow to find relief, but to use the boys thigh in seeking that feeling once more she felt electrified.
Sebastian couldnāt help but feel the full extent of the throbbing in his pants, when he realized she was humping his thigh to get off. The girl he assumed knew little, quickly proving him wrong as her gasps and sighs carved into his neck.
āHey..ā he told her, moving his hand down to her hip to still her movement for a brief moment as she removed her blush covered face from the privacy of his neck.
āI need some guidance on where exactly this is headedā he asked her.
āYouāve always rushed unto everything with no plan before. Why do you need one now?ā She retorted one more trying to find the friction she desired on his lap.
Sebastian let out a soft groan as her center moved over his erection and he paused as he considered her words.
āThatās differentā¦ I donāt want to be disrespectful or hurt you. I have read that sometimes intercourse can be painful for the woman and I would never want to cause you harmā he explained and she rolled her eyes, catching him off guard with her frustration.
āIām not made of glass Sebā she told him before aggressively beginning to kiss the side of his neck. Teeth nipping, lips sucking and tongue soothing the skin as she once again resumed rutting her hips.
āBut-ā
āOh Merlin, would you just let me do itā she said frustratingly as she pushed his shoulders back until he fell on the bed, as she crawled over top of his shocked form.
Sebastian barely had a chance to get a word in before she was unbuttoning his sleep shirt. He didnāt say anything as he helped her slip it down his arms upon undoing the buttons.
āDo you want me?ā She asked him curtly as she looked down at his half naked form with a surprised gaze.
āI - of course ā he told her.
āThen act like it, Sallow.ā She told him and suddenly like a fuse had been lit, Sebastian flipped the girl onto her back and started kissing her shoulders and collarbones with vigor. He hadnāt even realized that as he flipped her over he had pulled her nightgown down significantly but he brushed it aside as he kissed her body.
She grew warm at how suddenly the reservations left him body and he responded so well to her noises and gasps. Sebastian seemed to so easily locate all those spots that made her feel weak as he kept kissing her body.
Soon he was reaching for the ties holding up her nightclothes and she leaned up to help him remove it. As her fingers moved to undo the latches he grumpily pushed her hand aside to do it himself.
āBeen wanting to unwrap you like a gift for so long now. I want to do it on my own,ā he gritted out against the shell of her ear before removing the top of her dress, pulling it up and over her body and tossing it onto the floor.
As she shivered from the draft in the room, Sebastian looked down and realized she wasnāt wearing anything underneath. He assumed that even though she lacked a camisole she at the very least would have breeches, but no. She was fully naked as she lay underneath him.
āYou sneaky little witch planned this didnāt youā he gritted out as he leaned down to take one of her pert little nipples in his mouth, groaning at the sweet taste of her skin along his tongue.
āI had hoped it could be a possibilityā¦ā she said through a whine as he flicked her now erect nipple with his tongue before moving to the other one.
When he successfully gave it the same attention he release it with a pop as he looked back up at her face hungrily.
āSo that innocent routine was just an act?ā He asked her as he moved back up her body and leaned his weight down on her. She could finally feel his arousal through his pajama pants and she shivered as he used his free hand to trace down her torso.
āTell me what you hoped forā¦ did you hope I would kiss youā¦ā he trailed off kissing her now severely flushed skin before pulling back to look up at her through his thick lashes as he kept teasing. āDid you hope I wouldā¦ touch you here?ā Sebastian asked as he ran his fingertips ever so gently over the skin of her chest.
His index finger moved down painfully slow until it was right at the base of her opening and he looked into her eyes intently as he breached her walls with his finger, smiling as he asked ādid you hope I would enter you here?ā
Sebastian only brought his finger back out slowly as she whimpered at the loss of the stretch that sheād felt around his knuckles and upon hearing the noise he shoved it back in again causing her eyes to go wide as she clung to the quilt.
Shoving another finger alongside it, he continued to work her open so sheād be able to take him with ease. Curling his fingers and scissoring them within her, he took his time appreciating every noise she made and every pull her body made on his appendages.
He wasnāt done teasing the girl yet because just when she was nearing an orgasm he pulled his hand away to look at her exasperated expression with a grin as he shoved the soaked digits into his mouth and licked them clean.
āWell?ā He asked her and she remembered vaguely he had asked her what she had hoped for.
āI wanted you toā¦ be inside of meā¦ā she admitted somewhat ashamed and he chuckled at her relapse into innocence.
āMy fingers?ā He eased as he brought them close to her opening once more before changing his mind and grabbing her hand from where it was still clutching the quilt and bringing it over his arousal before asking āor my cock?ā
āYourā¦ cockā¦ā she said as if she was out of breath and he smiled down at her, suddenly breaking the trance heād been in and softly stroking her messy hair away from her face as he laid down next to her.
āYou sweet, darling girlā he cooed as he pulled her into his frame. āYou may have whatever you desireā he told her before leaning up to passionately but delicately kiss her once more.
She carefully reached for the tie on his sleep pants as she undid the knot and pushed them off his hips. Sebastian reached down to loosen his breeches and pushed them off his body to assist her before maneuvering his way between her open knees, laying over her.
āIām sorry if I got carried awayā¦ā he admitted, realizing that his brash actions may not have been what she wanted.
āDonāt be. I found it to beā¦ quite stirringā she admitted and he laughed at her choice words. Caressing her cheek he leaned down to kiss the skin between her eyebrows before pulling back.
āWe do this at your pace. Promise youāll let me know if it stingsā he asked her and she nodded, brushing off the concerns as she reached for his cock, only to have him palm his manhood with a slight groan as he shook his head.
āI mean it. I donāt want to hurt you.ā He told her sternly and she looked up at his concern laced brow.
āIām sure itāll be fine-ā she said as she finally unwrapped his hand from his manhood, finally getting to feel the full size of him as she looked down in shock.
Sebastian was much larger than she imagined. Not that sheād ever seen one in real life before but, even from anatomical drawings sheād seen and the girlish whispers she realized he was much more endowed than she assumed.
āOhā¦ā she said as she looked down, losing her nerve as she saw the way his cock looked massive between their bodies and the way it pulsed under her scrutiny.
āWe donāt have to do it if you are nervousā he told her as she tore her gaze from his manhood back to his face.
āI want toā she said firmly and he looked at her for any signs she was lying or feeling pressured.
āYouāre sure?ā He asked her gently, his thumb tracing over the skin of her chin as he held her face carefully.
āJustā¦ go slowā¦ā she told him, parting her legs further and reaching down to assist him.
Sebastian grunted as he felt her lining his head up with her opening and once he could feel they were properly aligned he let go of her chin to reach for her hand, holding it in his own as he encouraged her to look up.
āLook at me, donāt worry about what is going on down there alright? Just look into my eyesā¦ā he offered and she nodded, pulling her gaze directly into his own as he ever so slightly pushed his hips forward.
Everything went okay for a few moments until her breath hitched and he paused, not tearing his eyes from hers as he stopped pressing in. When she looked as if she adjusted, he continued until the entirety of his head was inside of her, pausing once more.
He couldnāt help but sigh as he sunk into her, enjoying the warmth of her body around him as he parted her. Every so often heād stop and ask if she was okay to keep going and she never told him it hurt but he could definitely see the discomfort at the new and what he imagined, intrusive, feeling.
However for himā¦ it was like coming home, to a place heād never known was so wonderful. Her body eventually opened up and accepted all of him and he found his mound of dark curls pressed against her own, slightly more manicured patch of hair atop her womanhood.
He could feel the press of her hip bones on his as he laid there, waiting for her to adjust to the fullness of his length within her body. Sebastian almost felt amazed at where it all had gone, as she was so small in comparison to him and he knew his cock well exceeded his classmates from their time sharing dorms and bathrooms.
āDo you think youāre ready for me to move?ā He asked her with the softest tone he could muster despite feeling like he was going to burst free at any second.
āYouāll be gentle?ā She asked timidly and he almost removed himself entirely at the tone she asked him with.
āI promise. I donāt want you to be in pain. Does it hurt now?ā He asked her, not wanting to know the answer but needing to have it regardless.
āItās moreso justā¦ pressure? Maybe moving will helpā she offered as an explanation and he nodded, ever so carefully pulling his hips back before slowly sliding back inside once more at a snail like pace.
Eventually his movements became more comfortable, confident, and controlled - as well as slightly faster.
At first her face scrunched up as she closed her eyes but after a moment she seemed to relax her eyebrows as her mouth fell open. Sebastian watched her reactions intently as she gave herself over to him.
Somehow he moved to an angle causing a pleasured noise to spill from her lips and he felt himself twitch knowing that she was slowly starting to feel good.
āHey, I like seeing those pretty eyes Loveā he said gently as he nudged her nose with his own, causing her to open them once more and blush up at him as he continued to press within her.
āThere you areā¦ so incredibly beautiful. You are an angelā¦ā he whispered as he picked up the pace but kept his tone soft.
His words and his moments caused her to feel a stirring in her stomach that was similar to when she rode highwing and she would dive low.
āSebastianā¦ā She sighed his name as a mantra while she reached up to hold his cheek in her hand, the other curled around into his hair.
āMy gorgeous witchā¦ so lovely inside and outā¦ā he continued to praise her as her eyes grew glassy at his sweet words and without thinking a tear rolled out of the corner of her eye, his thumb moving to catch it the second he spotted it.
āDid I hurt you-ā he quickly asked but she stopped him by leaning up to kiss him, her hips rising to meet his shallow moments as he groaned.
Pulling away she continued to hold him close as she whispered
I love you Sebastian Sallowā¦
Hearing her call his name like that, and saying she loved him, caused him to stutter in his movements and his cock begin to angrily throb looking for that final push of release.
He moved his hips much faster against hers as he leaned down and groaned out, āI - love you tooā¦ so muchā¦ uhhh fuckā¦ need toā¦ finishā¦ whereā he struggled to choke out as he kept his momentum while driving into her.
Realizing she was likely much further behind he had the foresight to lean his hand down and start playing with her nub, causing her back to raise sharply as she whimpered and clawed at his back.
āNeed to pull, out-ā he grunted and she shook her head violently beneath him.
āNo. Please. Donāt -ā she said through a loud sob, her body beginning to clench around him as she looked up at him fiercely saying āplease finish insideā¦ā she begged.
He didnāt need to ask twice after she gave him permission. Pushing harshly on her clit, she came with a scream and with that, her body pulled his cock so tightly that he followed.
As her body milked him for every drop he had he couldnāt help but feel the strong sense of pride running through his mind as he flooded her with his seed. He looked down watching her wide eyed expression as he continued to pump his load deep within her body, only slowing once he ran out of stamina before he collapsed on top of her.
Sebastian was spent as he laid on top of her chest, his face pressed against her sweaty skin and he slowly began trailing butterfly kisses across her neck at the same moment he felt her brushing his hair off his forehead to do the same.
Suddenly he heard the clock chime loudly in the main room, signaling midnight and he removed himself from the crook of her neck as he softened within her, his spill slipping out of her and between their thighs. It felt so overwhelmingly perfect and then he realized something.
āHappy Christmasā he whispered as he tucked her hair behind her ear and she looked up at him slowly realizing that he was indeed correct and they had made love on Christmas Eve through the official start of the day itself.
āHappy Christmas Sebastianā¦ā she said, her voice slightly hoarse from the screech sheād let out and he leaned down to kiss her once more before pulling her body into his, neglecting the mess between them.
āWell, I for one think this Christmas is already off to the best start imaginableā he admitted before pecking her forehead and he smiled when she laughed, the chuckle causing both their bodies to shake.
āOf course youād say thatā
āWhat? Iāve got the girl I love in my arms. What more can a man want?ā He asked her and he looked down just in time to see her face turn up to meet his.
āYou love me?ā She asked softly and suddenly it was his turn to chuckle.
āI think that what we just did goes to show that but yes, I do love you. Terribly so.ā He admitted as he brought her closer into his arms.
āI love you tooā she told him as he smiled, his eyes starting to grow heavy.
āI heard you the first timeā¦ although if you feel so inclined to repeat it, I can guarantee thatās not the sort of thing one grows tired of hearingā he told her as he drifted off to sleep holding her in his arms thinking about how much more pleasurable this was than going to sleep with dragon pox on Christmas.
THE END
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I Think I Love You.
includesā hawks x reader. minors dni. fluff.
warningsā gn!reader. keigo is in denial. tooth rotting fluff.
It takes Keigo eons to realize that he loves you.
As intelligent as he is, for every intuitive observation that turns the tides of his hero missions, he isn't the best at analyzing his own feelings. He prefers to put his emotions in a box, to scribble a smile on the lid, lock it with the heaviest brass he can find, and call it a day.
He's handling everything perfectly, thank you very much.
But when he tries to put his friendship with you in that box, you keep opening the damn lid. You keep crawling out, perching yourself on top and blinking up at him. Frustrated, he attempts to shove you back down with frantic hands, using all his weight; but for the first time in his life, it just isn't working quite as it used to.
So after months of coughing and telling himself his chest aches around you because you're such good friends, of explaining he's obsessed with you like you're a goddamn love interest in a movie because you're just so platonically compatible, of practically scribbling your name in his notepad with little hearts around it during commission board meetings, he finally flops face first on his bed and groans.
He's got a crush.
Are crushes supposed to make you think about owning a cozy cabin somewhere quiet together, where he can listen to your breathing without any distractions? Do other men fantasize about what they'd write for their wedding vows at some flower-adorned, ivory altar when they think about their crushes? He hopes they do. Maybe then, he could write this stupid tightness in his chest away as some childish, grade-school crush. That's a lot easier to deal with than love.
Yeah, this is a crush. Everybody gets those, right? He can work with that.
It comes to a boiling point on a too-quiet Saturday evening. You're practically sitting in his lap as you watch some television show he's just a bit too distracted to follow. It's not weird that his arms wrap themselves around your front, and it's not weird that his chin finds its resting place on your right shoulder.
"Oh my god, I love this actor," you nestle back against him snugly. "He's so cute, it's not even fair."
Keigo's jaw clenches.
"Hmm. I don't see it."
Narrowing his eyes, he tries to soothe himself by analyzing the wretched actor's features. He already knows your typeā he knows you so well, better than anyone could ever hope to, he seethesā but it helps to remind himself. He's blonde, lithe yet muscular, with a patch of stubble to boot.
Keigo does it better. His arms tighten around you as he places a platonic kiss on your shoulder to ground himself.
The next day, he decides to pick up an extra early patrol shift. He won't be sleeping, anyway.
If Saturday's the boiling point of the kettle that is his emotions, then Sunday's the fever pitch. The screeching whistle becomes impossible to ignore.
You slept over at his place that nightā which is, again, not weird in the slightestā so he's greeted by the sight of you when he walks through the doors of his dimly lit bedroom after work.
But this time, it's not a comforting sight. His heart rate slams suddenly, nearly knocking him to his knees.
You're fussing over your appearance in the mirror, putting together the finishing touches on your look for the gala Keigo (should not have) invited you to tonight. Your jewelry clinks with your movements, echoing off the walls of his head and knocking each thought out somewhere he can't reach.
When you turn to meet his gaze, you don't mention the way his mouth is hanging open ever so slightly.
"Oh! You gonna get ready soon? We have to leave inā"
"Can I kiss you?"
The words spill from his lips before he even has a chance to cover them with his hands, to shove them back down his throat. The bubbles of regret start to well up in him, thrums of panic making him scramble to take it back. He shouldn't, he really shouldn't, this isn't, he's not meant for, you're tooā
You throw your arms over his shoulders as you honest to god laugh.
His hitched "mmph" when you plant your lips against him melts your heart. Shaky palms find their place against your hips, finally having the permission they've begged for all this time.
"Fucking finally," you sigh.
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Yandere Maki and Shinra work together to get rid of rivals so their have reader attention to themselves pleaseĀ
I can try, sure! Again, sorry if this is short, this just covers how they deal with rivals together.
Yandere! Maki + Shinra getting rid of rivals
Pairing: Romantic/Platonic - Sharing
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Stalking, Sabotage of relationships, Social isolation, Dubious companionship/relationship.
Shinra I already know can be ruthless towards those he deems as enemies.
He has the power to do some serious damage, but holds himself back often so he can be seen as a hero in your eyes.
Maki is an interesting case too, she doesn't typically enjoy hurting others.
Capable? Very much so.
But she hates it.
While Shinra is eager to come to blows at times, Maki thinks of ways around it.
Ironic as she was originally a soldier.
Both of them are capable of violence but usually only when someone's life is threatened.
Since they only seem to consider killing when in danger...
Dealing with rivals is different.
Both of them want your attention, yes...
Although murder is typically avoided.
The two would probably share you if at least one of them was platonic I feel.
It can be either of them or both of them... but I feel the only way they can share is if there's no competition between the two.
They both care about your well-being and want to protect you, that's their job.
Rivals are a bit tricky but I imagine these two would use sabotage more than anything.
These two no doubt get irritated when you're close to others.
Since you joined Fire Company 8, these two have been trying to make you feel welcome.
Maki is naturally very welcoming, smiling softly as she shows you around.
Shinra, meanwhile, is very eager to see what you're capable of and tries to give you a good first impression.
Both are capable of being good friends and work well with their team.
They're the reason you have such a good time in Fire Company 8.
In their eyes, at least....
Which is why it upsets them when you seem to have better chemistry with someone else.
Maki tries to be more rational, you deserve other friends....
Even if she's romantically interested, she tries to not let it bother her.
Although, as a hopeless romantic, it hurts more than she'd like.
Shinra is more irritated.
Not necessarily with you... but the fact that others are so interested.
After all, he feels he needs to decide who's good for you.
Would the two help each other? Absolutely.
If they didn't like someone outside of the Fire Company, they'd plan ways to limit your time with them.
Within the Fire Company...? That's difficult.
Fire Company 8 no doubt knows how close these two are.
Everyone there knows how protective and easily jealous they can get.
So Fire Company 8 isn't an issue.
It's mostly people in other companies and those not even part of one.
Normally these two would just keep you away from specific people.
One way is distracting you.
I can see Maki wanting to show you a new pyromancy trick while Shinra talks to the other person, saying you're busy.
Or maybe they both use training as an excuse, telling the other person you'll be busy all day.
Another way is hovering around you.
If the two know you'll be in a place with a rival of theirs, they'll follow you.
They disguise it as you three hanging out...
In reality, they're looking for that one rival, ready to intimidate them.
That's another way they sabotage your relationships...
Intimidation.
Both of them are scary.
They're strong and many know that.
If they asked someone to stop talking to you...
There's a good chance the other person will listen.
All of these tactics are rather manipulative yet work for them.
Of course... Sometimes they won't.
There will be that one rival who thinks their bond with you is unhealthy. (It is)
That person will no doubt try to 'rescue' you....
They're probably going to be the person needing rescue though.
Both of your 'friends' may just decide if words aren't going to work...
Fire will.
To them, you being led away is a threat.
If you don't hear from that other person for a while... Don't worry about it.
That's what Maki and Shinra say, anyways.
They could just be busy... best to focus on training with them!
As the cycle repeats... your social circle gets smaller and smaller... until, very soon...
You'll only have them.
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To lose control
ai-less whumptober 2023 day 6- mind control fandom- Danny Phantom x DC TW- loss of control summary- Danny's been working part time for the JLD when they come across and artifact he'd hoped to never see again.
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Danny had been a consultant for the Justice League and part time member to the JLD for over a year now.
They both thought he was just a human with a connection to the occult. He planned to keep it that way. He didnāt really want to get back into hero-ing. He had had enough of that and was quite happy that most of his rogues were now his friends. And any ghost that wasnāt friendly was often taken care of by his parents who had greatly changed their views after he had told them his secret.
With his luck, he should have known that all his work at keeping Phantom a secret from the heroes would eventually go down the drain.
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Danny paced by the side of the warehouse waiting for the League to finish taking down the summoners. He was merely here to help with the cleanup and to help determine which artifacts were dangerous and to collect any tomes for the JLD to review later.
Danny thought that Constantine could handle that on his own, but apparently since he was still ānewā the League had thought it necessary to send him so he could get more experience.
Finally, his comm dings and he makes his way to the door.
Constantine is inside along with the Bats, Danny really only recognizes Batman and the current Robin, the rest look familiar but he canāt remember any names.Ā
Though that one with the red helmet sure feels familiar. Almost as ifā¦
Heās cut off from that train of thought when he senses pick up another familiar energy reading. One that makes him freeze in place, eyes wide.
āWhatās wrong?ā
Danny stumbles back. Holy Ancients! Thatās Batman. How had he gotten so close without Danny noticing? Oh right, he was distracted by the energy he had hoped to never feel again, already he could feel memories trying to pull him into a panic.
Danny ignores the Bat whoās looming over him in favor of looking around the room. There was obviously a fight and Danny can see a summoning circle in the center of the open space with knocked over candles around the edge and piles of scattered herbs. The scent was making his nose prickle.
Danny ignored it as well as the Bat who seemed to be getting broodeir. Where wasā¦ There. He zeroed in on one of the cultists. A cultist who was wearing a necklace with a red gem. A very familiar red gem.Ā
Danny lets out a small gasp and Batman follows his gaze, his own eyes narrowing.Ā
āWhat is it?āĀ
Constantine is turning to them too, as are the other Bats.
āWhatās wrong, mate?ā
Danny can see the other Bats tensing,
Danny opens his mouth to tell them about the dangerous artifact, no need to tell them about said artifactās abilities, when the cultist looks up and meets Dannyās eyes. Then he grins his eyes glowing faintly as the shard of crystal also glows.
āLook what we have here.ā comes the raspy voice. āAnd here Iād been upset when our ritual was ruined.ā
āWhatās he talking about?ā says the bat with a blue bird shape across his chest. Robin is starting to approach the cultist.Ā
āHis necklaceāā
āStop.ā says the man and Dannyās jaw clamps shut. He can feel the Red starting to haze his vision and he fights against it.
āMind.. control..ā he rasps, his body twitching as it fights to throw off the gemās effects.
Robin has nearly reached the cultist.Ā
āStop him.ā
Between one blink and the next Danny finds himself having flung Robin away. Everyone is ready to fight now and the Red is still fighting to take over his vision.
āRun!ā he manages. He doesn't want to fight them. Not if they donāt have the proper equipment. They donāt know what he is, what he can do. He doesnāt want to hurt anybody, except maybe the cultist.
āStrange, that you have a ghost working for you. Though Iāve never seen one look so human before.ā Danny hears the cultist say, but he canāt move. He feels like a passenger in his own body. He can see everyone giving each other uncertain looks. They havenāt moved yet, but they will soon if they donāt think Dannyās a threat.
The bats have started to move towards him when the cultist says, āAttack.ā
Danny feels the Red wash over him as he fires an ecto-beam at the nearest bat. At the last second, Dannyās able to redirect it to miss.
At least everyoneās on higher alert now.
But his body keeps trying to attack everyone and even though heās fighting it, Danny knows it will only be so long before he succumbs to the Red.Ā
As heās grappling with Batman he manages to grunt through gritted teeth, āFindā MansonāāĀ
Then the cultist shrieks, āGet over here!ā and Danny finds himself putting up a shield between the cultist and the hero wearing black and blue. āGet me out of here.ā the cultist growls.
Danny turns to grab him, making them both invisible and intangible as the Red drowns him.
He can only hope that theyāll find his friends before he does anything too terrible.
Then, there is only Red.
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Hero, Villain God 11
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Chapter 3
*Grian's pov*
Boogeyman doesn't trust you yet, you didn't exactly expect him to, but he's letting you into his plans a bit more each day... You might not like it but you can be patient and right now you need to not rush anything.
You keep following him to meetings, apparently having you here has made going out in person quite a bit safer. Being a body guard isn't what you expected but it is entertaining to be scary...
It takes a few days before he asks something different out of upu...Boogeyman needs a distraction... he needs HotGuy to be occupied for a while ...What a perfect opportunity to introduce Mother Spore to him. And for you to see him again you suppose but you don't aknowledge that thought, after all in the end it is a meaningless one.
You don't even need to search for him, the hero is already searching for you it seems...like he's trying to prove something to himself more then anything...how sad.
He's dreading seeing you, you can feel it. You wouldn't kill him of course, Boogeyman told you not to kill the heroes yet and you agreed immediately with that...after all why would you kill someone so entertaining? Hotguy though... Well, he doesn't know that does he?
You would commend his bravery but it's hardly the time for that.
"Stop there!"
And there he is, fell right into the trap, it wasn't that hard to create a trail of "clues" for him to follow and he played his part perfectly.
"Hotguy."
You do not mock his name this time, you prefer to keep that reserved for the more fun and lighthearted Poultryman...
"Well, I'm sure you thought I would never find you!"
Quite the opposite really...but you won't let him know that...let him keep at least a bit id his dignity as the top hero.
"..."
"No response? Fine, I'll make you talk once I capture you!"
"You plan to capture me, do you even know what I am?"
"... Not really "
Of course, you didn't expect him to, you didn't introduce yourself to him after all. You just needed the opening, he doesn't even notice the purple mist that begins to surround him.
"Mother Spore, at your service"
"Mother Spore? That's a-"
Oh... he does notice the mist, perhaps you did not distract him enough. He jumps away from you. Hm, interesting.
"Aha! Your trick failed!"
You clap your hands very slowly as you approach him slowly... he's definitely unsettled.
"Congratulations, how.. impressive"
He takes out his bow... hmpf, he wants a fight? He'll get one.
Hotguy sends an arrow your way, his precision is impressive... Unfortunately for him he's fighting you amd he's at a steep disatvantage... You summon a wall of fungi, the arrow sticks into it.
You surround yourself in spores, you just need him to get too close for a reason or another. As the two of you move to a bigger area you begin to see people looking, recording the scene from their windows.
Hotguy jumps onto a wall, he flies in an arc above you sending a barrage of arrows your way. The first you barely avoid, it creates an ice crystal in the place where it makes contact. You block the second and third with a wall, the first explodes and the second creates a weird green sludge.
You grab the fourth and crush it in your hand. The fifth explodes before nearing you, it opens into a net that encases you... How fun, you don't remember him trying this much to catch Poultryman. Has he been going easy on you... or was he getting more desperate?
Hotguy unsteadly smirks at you, he really thinks you are losing... You play along, he gets closer. Then once he's close enough the mist begins to rot the net around you, Scar doesn't have time to react... He's surrounded by the mist immediately and he begins to wobble on his feet.
You do not bring him to unconciousness however, you weakened the density of spores just enough to leave him only dazed...You receive a message, Boogeyman has done what he needed to do... Time to say goodbye then.
"You aren't going to be able to get up for a while HotGuy"
You grab onto him while he tries and fails to stand on two feet.
"Do not worry"
You caress his face slowly, he's terrified... It doesn't make you feel as giddy as you thought it would...weird.
"We'll see eachother again... I promise".
And with that you're gone, you do make an effort for it to appear like you're retreating... It's far too early for Hotguy to appear this incompetent.
Pout @/Pouty888
Ok, I could understand when it was only Poultryman but what does HotGuy have that makes illegal vigilantes and villains alike so horny?
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| Hotguyfan @/HGforevah33 I mean, he IS HotGuy. It's in the name. ||Pout @/Pouty888 Fair enough.
Hotguydaily @/HGupdates
Resident Hero HotGuy has been seen fighting a mysterious mushroom themed supervillain. The villain was forced to flee but HotGuy was soon brought to the hero tower.
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| Tin @/Tinnnnn20 So this new villain is... something. || Wanted @/want95ed3 Mommy. Sorry. Mommy. Sorry. Mommy. |||Tin @/Tinnnnn23 I don't know what I expected.
HotSpore @/shipper6969
Hotguy x Mother Spore enemies to lovers anyone?
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|Poultryguy @/shipper4321 Poultryguy is better. ||HotSpore@/shipper6969 Nuh huh. |||Poultryguy @/shipper4321 Yuh huh.
Ufr? @/Forrealthistime2
Here is why I think Hotspore is inherently a problematic ship and everyone who ships it should be ashamed. (1/23)
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|Skyblue @/Skyblueness33. You made 23 posts about this buddy?... ||Ufr? @/Forrealthistime2 Yes. Of course, It's very important. |||Transfemswag @/Surroundedbyidiots. Cringe.
Sausageāļø @/blessedbythesaint. L take. ||What. @/askingteliling23. Why are you STILL here!?!?;?!
Hotguyāļø @/HGofficial.
I'm not dating any vigilantes or villains! Why does this keep happening!?!?
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|Poultryguy @/shipper4321 That's what someone who is dating a vigilante would say. ||HotSpore @/shipper6969 Or someone who is dating a villain.
|Loreā¢āļø @/Stratosofficial. I didn't want to say anything but this is getting stupid now. Do you even have a PR team? ||Hotguyāļø @/HGofficial. Yes...?| |||Loreā¢āļø @/Stratosofficial. That was supposed to be a joke but now I'm worried you ACTUALLY don't have one. I for one would never have something like this happen to me. |||| Sheriff āļø @/Canarywthagun. Then why does @/blessedbythesaint call you daddy in public? |||||Loreā¢āļø @/Stratosofficial. How about we stop talking.
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Katsuki didn't start all this crap to get back at Deku or something, so don't get it fucking twisted. He's doing this for Deku's own damn good and that's that.
Don't you get it? Deku wants to be a fucking hero.
If Deku becomes a fucking hero, he'll die.
That's the long and fucking short of it. Even Deku's precious Eraserhead, if he really exists, has got a quirk to fall back on even if he fights quirkless most of the time. Allegedly.
Deku ain't got nothing. He's fucking quirkless. Quirkless, useless, stupid, vulnerable.
He can't be a fucking hero.
Katsuki can, because Katsuki's got the goddamned quirk for it, but Deku-
How was Katsuki supposed to know? He was like, three when he got his quirk, ahead of the pack right from the start. He'd thought that Deku's quirk would come in at four like everyone else's did. A whole year of dreaming.
Course, then Deku had to ruin it. That fucker.
Katsuki can feel those bug-eyes burning... Right about... There!
"Quit following me!" He screams, because he's beginning to suspect that Deku's deaf as well as stupid.
Stupid fucking- A quirkless wonder can't be a hero. No amount of following Katsuki around scribbling in little stalker notebooks is going to change that.
"Yeah!" Fingers yells. "Quit following us!"
Fingers is a fucking sheep. Baa baa baa, all fucking day, saying everything Katsuki says one beat behind.
Katsuki doesn't know why he keeps him around. Deku would be more interesting, but he can't let Deku follow him because then the little fuck will follow him right into U-fucking-A, and Katsuki can't- He won't-
It's not fucking happening.
Deku creeps out from behind the bush with his head tucked right down into his collar, like some kind of turtle, and if he had a turtle quirk then at least he'd have some kind of armour to protect him but he doesn't because he's fucking quirkless.
And he wants to be a hero.
Can't forget that. Not until Katsuki beats it out of him at least.
He has to.
If he doesn't do it now, someone else, a villain most likely, will teach Deku the real fucking hard way and Katsuki can't-
"Deku." He growls, popping off explosions.
Deku meeps at him, honest to god. Little fucking-
Katsuki lunges, and Deku shrieks but doesn't fucking run, because he's an idiot that only ever stands his ground at the worst fucking times and if he actually lets Katsuki catch him with these hands then Katsuki might actually kill him himself and save the world the trouble.
Katsuki will make it quick. Way quicker than a villain, at any rate.
And then Katsuki will go to jail and not be able to be a hero and it will be entirely Deku's fault and-
Fortunately for himself and Katsuki's future career, Deku throws himself backwards at the last fucking second. Katsuki's hands slap nothing but air.
"Yeah, you better run." He hisses, despite Deku not really doing any such thing.
He's just standing there, really. Looking at Katsuki with those big bug-eyes, clutching his notebook to his chest.
"Sorry, Kacchan! I didn't mean-"
"Go away, Deku." Katsuki snarls. He raises a crackling palm demonstratively.
"Take a fucking hint."
He's standing close enough now that he could actually land a hit, and Deku fucking knows it, the way he's watching Katsuki's hands.
"Right." Deku mutters to himself.
He starts muttering some other things too, but Katsuki is not fucking listening. He strides away while Deku's distracted, shoving at Fingers and What's-his-face to get them moving too.
They immediately begin warbling about how Katsuki 'sure showed him', or something equally obnoxious and not worth the time to process. Where can he go that Deku won't think to follow?
Nowhere, the fucking stalker knows everything about him.
Okay, new plan.
"Alright, extras," he says sweetly. "I'm letting you decide where we're going next."
This prompts a chorus of bleating, sheep being terrible at making their own decisions. What's-his-face eventually coughs something out, and Katsuki shoves him to the front.
The extra fucking hesitates.
Katsuki pops his palms meaningfully.
The sheep startles, and scurries, and Katsuki follows after like a herding dog, because that's the only way he deigns to follow anyone.
He's in charge of this circus, make no mistake.
That does not, however, mean that he wants to go to the fucking circus. The things he does for that little-
Whatever. Forget him. Katsuki's going to enjoy the rest of this day Deku-free.
Or else.
#bnha#bakugou katsuki#izuku midoriya#midoriya izuku#katsuki bakugou#ruthlessness (is mercy upon ourselves)
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this is how i imagineā¦ TIM DRAKE
the bitch is backā¦. i mean me not tim, but tim is also a bitch.
thank you so much to my followers (i love each and everyone of you <3) for waiting so patiently for me to get myself together (still shaky, so again, posts might be scattered but i will be posting!!).
i wanna start a series where i do these long form character headcanons for the batboys (and maybe girls one day, iāve just not thought about it aha) and so i obviously had to start with my favourite character of all tjme; tim drake.
obvisouly iāve already done a suuuuper long analysis of his actual character which you can read here, but i want to do a more theoretical one thatās not necessarily wholly ācanonicalā but still in character.
a lot of this is also canon/inspired by canon - however, these are still my headcanons.
- to start off with: fuck the uwu-fication of tim drake. heās a badass who happens to also appear soft sometimes but that does not equal wimp. you can have anxiety and depression and not be a an uwu baby.
- absolutely obsessed with star wars.
- has forced everyone to individually binge the series with him at least once.
- but also love island (he wonāt watch the winter season tho) and the real housewives are definitely his guilty pleasures.
- overworks himself on such little sleep that his body giving up and him fainting is a scarily regular occurrence.
- but itās not for want of trying. oh no. forgot to eat because he was distracted so his limbs are barley holding him up when he runs? ignores it. keeps going.
- he stands up too quickly, collapses, and gets right up and walks it off like he wasnāt just on the floor (p.e teachers would love him).
- absolutely insane martial artist -which people (like most things he can do/does) completely overlook or just donāt care about. this is also canon btw.
- my boyās only scraping average height -heās gotta have something to back him up thatās doesnāt rely on being massive n buff.
- he can easily knock anyone to the ground in a second, yet because of his small build and mmmm relatively unhealthy state, it goes unnoticed and sometimes unused -depending on the situationās needs.
- people always overlook him because of his public persona (and in real life online itās usually because of uwu tim), but he would be so cruel sometimes.
- seriously -please remember and use his pettiness!
- like heād punch jason out cold for picking up his stuff and holding it over his headā¦ put itching powder in dickās boxers and bed for hiding the cases he was working onā¦ roofy damianās nightly hot chocolate so heād miss family movie night because damian was pissing him offā¦ true slytherin.
- but just like a lot of the things he does, it goes unnoticed/un-delt-with most of the time so he gets away with it. middle child tings.
- not to mention he literally stalked batman and would run around solving murders and dropping off the evidence to gordon before even being a robin.
- he was on the CIAās watch list for crying out loud!
- doesnāt break the unassuming facade often, but if he went off the deep end, heād be gone, and wouldnāt stop until heās satisfied -or restrained (but that would be near impossible).
- scarily persuasive -some would say manipulative, i would say ambitious. i mean he did wiggle his way into the position of robin with sheer willpower.
- i think one of the reasons i love tim so much and am so fascinated by him is because of his capacity to be a villain so easily if he wanted.
- the guy has considered murder way too often.
- clint bartonās āi could do it!... no one would know!... but i wonātā quip about quicksilver is literally timās relationship with villiany.
- like if he decided one day to turn on everyoneā¦ in an instant he has control of a multimillion dollar company, can easily gain control the police, has dirt on every single person, and access to anything he decides he wants: and yet he chooses to do good.
- remember -he chose to be a hero. and he repeats this fact a lot.
- he could easily have the world on their knees, and yet people still decide to fuck with him because of their naivety.
- villain tim would be terrifying.
- his childhood and a openly loving and attentive family setting was stolen from him. he was always made out to be āmature for his ageā and āquiet and sensibleā when in reality he was just neglected and bored.
- being a gifted child always comes with its downfalls. like being so unstimulated by his schooling and classmates that he acts out a little bit out of boredom and a craving for attention from his parents; not to mention the social rejection because heās too far past his peer's antics.
- heād be super socially unaware for his age group as a child (kind of like damian i guess). being an only child surrounded by adults (yet forever alone and isolated) wouldāve prevented him from ever connecting with fellow kids and their interests.
- (anyone else relate to not ever finding kiddy humour funny in primary school?)
- so now he likes doing a lot of random āchildishā things like skating down the halls in the manor, having a gamer chair as his office chair, playing his nintendo switch in his wayne ent. office with his feet rested on the desk when heās bored, having bento box lunches filled with sugary cereal and roll-ups, having a mini fridge in his office exclusively filled with yakults, iced coffee cartons and redbull, being fully versed in gen z lingo (which he uses correctly donāt worry) that he uses to talk to people he works with and interacts with at galas etc etc.
- likes to leave little notes in library books for the next person to find; often mildly threatening like āi know what you didā, for no other reason other than to have a little gremlin cackle to himself when he thinks about it.
- definitely has nearsightedness, though he hardly ever wears his glasses ābecause theyāre impractical and contacts are torture devicesā (bruce practically has to strap him down to get the camera contacts in for patrol).
- when heās not drinking coffee, heās chewing gum or mints to counteract the coffee.
- ambidextrous, but favours his left hand meaning his already inconceivably messy quick notes are also smudged by his hand.
- hands are always cold and numb (leading everyone to believe he probably has rayynaudās syndrome).
- he gets really nervous and tries to avoid people being able to touch his hands, like when theyāre handing something to him, or makes sure handshakes are firm and quick -but still respectful- etc (but he loves hand holding, he just worries no one would want to).
- really good at taking in information and his surroundings quickly.
- often points things out to people that would otherwise go unnoticed like āyour eyes look really pretty todayā or āyour freckles have darkened from the sunā or āthey ordered two sugars with their coffeeā¦ they always order threeā etc.
- he doesnāt constantly say the things heās thinking, but they come out a lot more when heās losing his filter from fatigue.
- heās always apologising offhandedly for pointing out things (more annoyed at himself than anything) bc he thinks theyāll think heās weird or become uncomfortable.
- tim is allergic to almost all nuts except for almonds (wog runs through my veins, i refuse to believe he canāt eat almonds).
- heās not like epipen allergic, all he needs is some cetirizine.
- bc of this ārelatively low riskā (as he would say), if he accidentally eats a nut heāll usually just not tell anyone while his throat is closing over and his mouth feels like itās been attacked by mosquitoes.
- heāll just silently slip away to buy some cetirizine or get some from his pocket/bag.
- this sweet old lady at a charity bake sale once offered tim to try a free slice of her baklava, which of course, has walnuts in it.
- and he was too anxious to refuse so he took it and finished the whole thing in front of her.
- it took him about 20 minutes and to the point where he was crying and his lips looked like they had fillers that he whispered to bruce he was having a reaction.
- bruce was hysterical.
- like- national news āfunny internet clip reportā hysterical.
- he always carries cetirizine on him now just in case tim does that again.
#dc comics#incorrect dc comics#incorrect batfam#tim drake#batfam#batfamily#batboys#red robin#dc headcanon#headcanon#tim drake x reader#headcanons
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[Part 2 to Big Long Awaited Theories. This one is a bit..Roman slandering so be warned, be civil and hear me out here please, sorry if it's a bit jumbled heh] (Part 1 here)
Unpopular opinion/theory here but:
I think Roman sided against the callback because if he picked it, he would be supporting Janus who was seen as a villain at the time by everyone else, so he wanted to avoid any more affiliation. His need to be the hero and feed his broken ego was bigger than achieving a life-long dream.
Don't believe me? Then what does this line mean?
Furthering this belief, there's a notable pattern throughout season 2, particularly to start with Fitting in. When Roman was assigned the role of Slytherin in the group, he was rather taken back. He refused to believe it because he pushed the understanding that Slytherins were evil. This then followed with him saying "I'm not evil!" then Virgil(in a pretty Janus sounding tone) saying "Says who?". (Also coincidence how the snake affiliated house gets called evil here).
Then cut to the episode CLBG. I find it quite funny that Roman felt like Janus used him during this episode even though Roman himself was the one who stated FIRST that acting was like lying AND started the idea of disguising as Joan to help Thomas practice. Janus only nudged him to do it on a stage. Then later into the episode, Roman states about Janus "I hate this guy and his creepy snake face, however he is very kind". First off, making fun of Janus for his snake traits that he has little to no control over having. And two, blatantly admitting that he believed Janus' flattery. He left the window wide open for what happened later in SvS.
Speaking of, in SvS, it was clear that Roman wanted the callback desperately and so did Thomas. Roman is part of Thomas' personal dreams and goals. Janus knows this. Roman was willing to give Janus the benefit of the doubt and let him explain his side of the situation which Virgil obviously wasn't too happy with. Throughout the court case, Janus' flattery was his way of keeping Roman on his side, the best overall decision that was the callback while simultaneously pointing out the denials of all the other sides and Thomas. He eventually got so fed up of them beating around the bush that he made Thomas finally admit that he wanted to pick the callback instead. Like I said before, Janus knew this beforehand so he did low-key rigged the case in favor of the callback choice. This is a positive form of manipulation called a "Contrivance". Something meticulously planned piece by piece in favor of a desired outcome. Virgil I guess was right about it being rigged. But, when all was said and done and Janus was so close to winning the case, Roman pulled out last minute, making Janus reasonably angry. Roman stated "It is my sworn duty to help Thomas achieve his hopes and dreams, but Thomas wouldn't dream of attaining his hopes through deceitful means" following with Janus pleading that that wasn't true. But, Roman's line proves that he picked the wedding to avoid committing what was believed to be a selfish act. You can see how desperate Janus was for the others to see his perspective, even benching Logan in the process to have his lesson heard instead(then did it again in POF). Janus wanted the others to see that they were blowing this simple problem out of proportion but no one cared. He knew the answer was obvious but everyone refused to agree.
Then cut to DWIT, the following episode where Remus was debuted for the first time. Many believed that Remus was sent out, out of pettiness on Janus' part which could be possible. If Roman wanted to be a good person, Janus was going to show him(and Thomas) that it wasn't so easy. Remus made Roman realize and admit that he doesn't want to end up like him. Furthering why I think he made the decision he did.
Then cut to Healthy Distractions, where I find it funny is that here's Roman trying to avoid villainy...but commits petty theft and voter fraud. Roman literally said "I was gonna rig the vote anyway". So much for trying to avoid what he literally talked about an episode prior. Sure, he could've stolen the hat out of a joke but it still is petty(both be petty bitches).
Then..cut to POF: SvS Redux. This is where a lot of this come into play. One noticable thing is within the song. Not only was the line I previously stated there but the lines leading up to it paint a different picture.
Ro: "And no one wanted you to go more than the that slimy snake"
Th: "Who pushed to do the egocentric thing auditioning" (Ro: "Yep that's Deceit!")
Now, correct me if I'm wrong..but don't you have to audition before you get a callback? And isn't Roman the physical representation of Thomas' Ego? And didn't Janus point out Egoism in SvS? AND didn't Thomas called Roman " a bit of an egoist" in the 2017 behind the scene vid? Yes. All yes. So, this can only mean that Janus, in the few months that he and Roman were on decent terms with one another, must've influenced him to get Thomas to audition(or influence Thomas to get Roman involved) since Janus is a part of the 'selfish desires'. In this case, Janus is within his right to be mad at Roman. He spent time setting up the perfect end-goal for Thomas here as a show of good faith and intentions, but Roman shoved it aside because the other sides believed Janus' was still no good.
Then after the song, when Patton was struggling with his rhetoric of morality, some moments seemed to correspond with the court case. Two of these moments Roman himself brought up in conversation. Roman stated the view of how it shouldn't matter why the prince saved the kingdom as long as the citizens are safe(in this case the prince did it for a reward). However, Patton didn't like that conclusion, claiming that that doesn't make the prince a good person. Which then prompted Roman to respond with somber expression "Yeah probably not". Roman wants to avoid any villainous affiliations. But, he also wants the praise of being a hero for his own external validation which he's desperate for(no wonder Janus' flattery almost worked). His reward was that praise and he got that for a short time.
But, according to Patton, this is a selfish act. Roman has stated that he is "a proponent of following one's heart" It would make sense to appease the heart and morality to remain on his good side. However, Roman said shortly after "if it's not helping to fulfilling one's longing, then what is the point?" Patton wasn't fulfilling Thomas' goal of finally being a star. Roman didn't really like that. But, to avoid upsetting Patton, he followed along with him. Hell, Patton was the one who gave Thomas the inspiration to even start video creation. Another incentive for Roman to follow along with him. Double Hell, Roman initially didn't like Patton's idea of using puppets back in LNTAO but then immediately flipped script which Virgil pointed out. Patton definitely contributed to Roman's final decision on the wedding. Roman thought that he was the problem for making Thomas want a 'selfish desire' over friendship, even though this desire wasn't really a big issue at all(and he sent Thomas to wedding as punishment for wanting said desire). Which prompted Patton to beg for Roman to stay on his support team. No wonder when Patton started to view Janus in a different light, Roman got immediately defensive, trying to push that Janus was evil and he wasn't. He didn't want to feel like his decision was for nothing but it ultimately was. Janus states "it served no one" after giving Roman some credit for his sacrifice. But, if that sacrifice was for the praise and glory of the others for his heroism...that's just as selfish as going to the callback. No wonder Roman was upset when Patton thought it was bad. So, why is Roman mad at Janus when he should direct some of his anger at Patton for contributing to his final decision and the moral confusion. Is he afraid of hurting his feelings? Also tagging on, the same episode he said he followed the heart, Roman said that Patton should only stick to knowing the difference between right and wrong and leaving the rest to them...well, look where that took them. Lead Patton to guilt Roman into making him feel bad for pushing Thomas to be dishonest and dishonorable which just made him more confused.
The second thing being that Roman stated the Trolly Problem. The situation of deciding to save the larger group of people or the one person. Roman did this exact same thing the court room. He had to pick between siding with the others (the larger group) on the wedding..or side with the one person(Janus on the callback). He picked the former and let Janus get hit metaphorically.
It all collimated in the final scene between him and Janus. Janus being vulnerable with revealing his name as an attempt to gain trust..all to get laughed at and made fun of. Janus retaliated with the now infamous line "Thank God you don't have a moustache, otherwise between you and Remus, I wouldn't know who the evil twin is". Roman couldn't take it. He can dish out all these insults but the second it's him who's insulted he shuts down or gets pissy right back. However, maybe Janus was right with his statement. I mean, there's been only two confirmed times Roman was ever influenced by Remus. One was the "Naked Aunt Patty" line from the 12 Days of Christmas vid and the bubbagump shrimp line in the carol itself. But, there's been moments where it seems that Roman had no influence from him and it was all his wording. Like how he responded to Janus' pinata metaphor with "I believe he's saying that you beat someone up and rob their unconscious body". Or how in one scene in CLBG, as Joan, he stated "-like your weird habit of gluing your butt cheeks together". Or how in Moving On pt 2, he was all about that butt dial lie and wouldn't stop. And finally, remembering way back to the QnA, when they were asked if they all had YouTube channels, Roman said quote "Epic fail compilations of all the horrible deaths my enemies incur after I impale them". Roman...wanted to film himself..killing people..to post on YouTube. For what? To laugh? To gloat? Does this not sound creepy to any of you? And just adding his petty theft and vote rigging and all his bullying insults up to now...yeah Janus' retort holds a lot of weight.
Another note is that Roman has been getting pretty close with Virgil lately. What's noticable here is that Roman's might be playing favorites. Notice how when both Virgil and Janus revealed their names, they were both equally vulnerable. Virgil revealed his name because he had already gained trust with the others but Janus did it to gain trust with them. Roman gave Virgil congrats for his admittance and bravery and only laughed at the Virgin joke Patton said. But, Roman laughed and insulted Janus? Even though both Janus and Virgil are of dark side origin? What makes Virgil more special? Especially when Roman hated Virgil to begin with and now they're best buddies...then he supported Janus at first and now flat out hates him. He pulled an Ono reverse card on them. Roman mainly chilling with Virgil now because they both hate Janus is definitely 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend'. Hell, in FWSA, Roman and Virgil were calling Thomas a liar constantly after he accepted Janus. Meanwhile if Roman continued to do so, he would be in the same boat. Mind you, only Patton has accepted Janus completely. Thomas and Logan are 50/50, and Roman and Virgil are against it entirely.
Janus is aware of the others' denials, lies and desires. He's aware that Roman is in denial. Roman wants to believe he made the right decision but he knows he didn't. He keeps moping and whining over how he wants to be happy and achieve his dreams but he lost that opportunity because he made a stupid sacrifice. If he was confident in his choice, he wouldn't be acting this way. Janus knew Roman would be hurt if they missed the callback. And him behaving this way long after just proves it. Janus said right to his face in the court room "You want that callback so back and it will CRUSH you if we miss it". This was true. And if Roman were to say that he did make a good decision he'd basically be lying and stooping to Janus' level. So both ways he's screwed and played. Roman is also very fraudulent when it comes to his facade. He likes to act like he's this brave prince who isn't insecure and can handle his problems alone when that is clearly a lie. Janus wants Roman to be honest with both himself and the others, the others know by now that Roman is very insecure so what else is there left to hide? Janus would know about facades..and he sees right through Roman's and so does everyone else. Tagging in here, Janus' 'wroammin' spelling meant 'remorse' signifying that Roman was giving Janus sympathy while also showing Roman's imposter syndrome(alongside other times he corrected people on his name). This wasn't Janus insulting his name first, this was him proving a point.
To add on, Roman turned to Janus after he said "I thought I was your hero" and Thomas replying "You are". Roman trusted Janus' confirmation. Janus' nod was confirming that Thomas is telling the truth but Roman only believing Janus was lying, he took it as Janus confirming Thomas was lying. Or, Janus was sadly confirming that Thomas was in fact lying. But I think the former is most likely. Roman now believes he lost his "hero" title..which honestly might be a good thing, maybe he'll try to earn it back in a very honorable way without letting the power go to his head. His bullying and grandiose behavior was his way of making himself feel important when he deeply felt like he wasn't good enough. Roman is so desperate for external validation because he can't love himself without it and Janus is trying to tell him that. Quit acting like you love yourself and actually..do so.
In conclusion, I believe Janus was more in the right here but if we must compromise, they both must reach an understanding and an apology. My theory stands that Roman sided against Janus to avoid any further association for the reward of heroic praise.
Thanks for coming to my TED talk. Feel free to correct me or change my mind if you so please but remain civil.
Part 3 soon.. maybe.
#sanders sides#sanders sides fandom#thomas sanders#roman sanders#janus sanders#sanders sides theory#roceit#virgil sanders#patton sanders#remus sanders#logan sanders#sanders sides analysis
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The firsts go to a house party! What do they do? Do they have fun?
*expands and adds Cloud and Kunsel for funsies*
Angeal: Spends most of the night watching out making sure no one gets alcohol poisoning. He's not really a fan of the loud music but unwinds a bit when everyone compliments him on the homemade snacks he brought. The whole place gets REALLY hyped when someone starts up a round of drunk karaoke and Angeal is shoved up onto the mic. He gets a standing ovation for humoring them.
Kunsel: Is on music duty. But is constantly harassed by Angeal because the music is either too high or too low. Kunsel spends most of the night trapped next to the stereo and is slowly dying because no one has so much as offered him a cup of punch.
Zack: Is in FULL HYPER mode and is a force that cannot be contained. Has been zipping and wriggling out of Angeal's reach all night. Convinced a swath of soldiers to mattress-surf down the stairs with him and also may or may not have flooded the entire upstairs floor for trying to turn the bathroom into his personal sauna.
Genesis: Spends half the night riling everyone up, the other half trying to drag Sephiroth around to get him to engage. Is living it up to the fullest. Genuinely extremely happy and in his element. You might even catch him actually bonding with Zack, as they are BOTH being hyperactive gremlins skirting Angeal's grip.
Cloud: Mostly sticks to food and drink, too shy to socialize. He and Sephiroth have this in common, but Cloud is too timid to approach his personal hero. Accidentally gets sick from drinking too much alcohol (he's underage and Angeal was distracted) wanting to impress the older soldiers. Zack immediately turns off ALL semblances of immaturity so he can get Cloud to a doctor, gently carrying him out of there.
Sephiroth: Mostly just haunts the corner looking peeved. Too many people keep bothering him, wanting to drag the great war hero himself into the festivities. Sephiroth is not enjoying all the loud noises and the constant crowding. He even sneaks into the closet so he can have five minutes of quiet by himself. Towards the end of the night when things start to quiet down, a (semi) inebriated Genesis yanks him onto the dancefloor (It's a slow dance FUCK). Sephiroth's protests fall on deaf ears, but thankfully he slowly finds himself enjoying the moment. Things are just subdued and placid enough for Sephiroth to linger with him there for a good long while, probably the only experience he looks back on fondly the following day when everyone is hungover.
#asks#ff7#ffvii#final fantasy 7#sephcanons#crisis core#sephiroth#angeal hewley#genesis rhapsodos#zack fair#cloud strife#kunsel#sephgen#genseph#sephesis#ags#final fantasy vii#asgzc
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