#i apologize for closing my anons for the ask box. trying to be careful around here @_@ but yeah!!!

[jils-things]

omg hi ekans🥹🥹🥹🥹 its nice hearing from you again 🥹🥹 i'm quite sick irl but i think ill be okay 🫶🫶 hope all is going well there!!! (this drawing is soso cute eee 🥹)

[carmenberzattosgf]

Carm helping you study and every time you get a question right you get a “reward”🥵

This has been in my ask box for a month. I deeply apologize anon. BUT ANYWAY YEAH.

You’re over at Carmy’s place. You brought along all the stuff you need to get homework done, but to no avail. No matter how hard you try you can’t focus on your homework assignment.

Instead of your homework, your eyes are focused on Carmy sitting next to you. He’s wearing a tight white tank top that shows off his arm muscles. It’s like he’s trying to distract you.

“Shouldn’t you be doing your homework?” Carmy asks. Your staring wasn’t as discreet as you thought.

“It’s hard to stay on task when you’re wearing a shirt like that, Carm. Besides, I already don’t want to do this shit in the first place,” you sigh.

“When’s it due?”

“Uh…” you check the clock on your phone. “Two and a half hours.”

“Dare I ask how much of it is done?”

“Um. None of it? Told you I didn’t want to do it.”

You can tell Carmy’s thinking by the look on his face. Suddenly, his expression turns into a smirk as he widens his leg on the couch. “Come here. Sit on my thigh,” he says, patting the fabric of his jeans. Eagerly you stand up, putting your laptop to the side. You face Carmy, about to straddle his thigh before he stops you. “Ah ah ah. Not so fast. Turn around the other way.”

“Okay…” You listen, turning around to sit on his thigh. As soon as you settle, one of his arms wraps around your waist, holding you in place. His other arm pulls your laptop closer so he can read the questions on the screen. You’re already squirming in his grasp, trying to move your hips against his thigh.

“I need you to stay still and listen to me, got it?”He tenses his thigh, putting pressure against your center.

“Y-yes.” You say, voice laced with need.

“Yes what? Don’t forget your manners.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll listen. Promise.”

“Good girl. This is how this is going to work. You’re going to lean over and type your answers to each question in this word doc you have open. For every question you answer, I’ll let you move your hips just a little bit more.” Carmy presses his lips right behind your ear, before biting down on the lobe. “You understand?”

“Yes sir.”

“Well then get started.” The idea of a reward gets your mind spinning. Your arms reach over to your laptop to begin typing. Carmen’s arm remains locked firmly around your waist. His mouth presses soft kisses against the back of your neck as you figure out the first answer.

“I finished the first one, s-sir.”

“Good job, sweet girl,” he praises into your ear. “You can start moving those hips for me, now. Nice and slow. Really slow.”

You grind your cunt into his thigh. The movement is slow, but it presses the seam of your pants right into your clit. “Fuck— Carm. Please—“

“Looks like you have…” he leans over your shoulder to look at the computer screen. “Three more questions left. Get back to typing.”

With every question you finish, Carmy guides your hips faster and faster. The kisses he plants on your neck grow to be rougher, nipping and sucking at the skin. You’re in the middle of typing in your as you feel your climax rapidly approach.

“C-Carmen I-I’m about to—“

In an instant Carmy’s arm stops the movement of your hips. “I didn’t say you could cum yet, did I?”

“No sir. You didn’t. I-I’m sorry.”

“Answer the question. You’ve been such a good girl so far, wouldn’t want you to slip up now so close to your reward.”

You type as fast as you possibly can. You don’t care if the answer is right anymore. It doesn’t matter. Once you finish it, you upload the document on your school’s software. “T-there. It’s submitted. I finished it.”

“There we go. I’m proud of you, baby. You got that done in record time despite the circumstances.” He laughs.

“Carmen. Sir— please.”

“What are you saying please for? Good girls use their words. You know that.”

“Need you, Carm. Need you so bad, please.”

“What do you need? Come on. You can tell me.” His mouth bites into the skin of your neck, right above your clavicle. The bruise will be visible for the next few days.

“Your fingers. Please! I need you to touch me.”

“That wasn’t so hard now was it?” Carmy unbuttons your pants, giving him enough room to slide his hand underneath your underwear. You gasp as his fingers make contact with your silt. “Holy shit— you’re soaked. Did I get you all worked up? Had no idea you needed me this bad. Poor baby. Where do you want me to touch you? You’ve been so good I’ll let you choose.”

“Please. Rub my clit. Need it—“ you don’t get a chance to finish your sentence before two of Carmy’s fingers begin to circle your swollen bud. He’s not gentle, knowing you’re already close. His other hand travels up your body to close around your neck. Carmen applied a gentle, but steady pressure to your neck, making you feel fuzzy.

He can feel you begin to completely relax in his arms. “Atta girl, that’s it. I’ve got you, baby, you can cum for me.”

A choked moan dies out in your throat as you tremble in his arms. Pleasure fogs up your head, coursing through your finger tips. You swear you black out for a moment, coming to with Carmy’s hand no longer around your neck. He’s whispering praises into your ear.

“God. Such a good girl. You were perfect, baby. Did everything I asked you.”

“Holy shit—“ you sigh. “Maybe I should get you help me with my homework every time.”

Carmen laughs at your statement. “I like the sound of that.”

[caesariawritesstuff]

Hello there! 👋I had this idea in my head for a while. The detective decides it's better to leave Gotham and Edward manages to convince her to stay by admitting his feelings for her. If you have the inspiration to write something like this I would be more than happy to read it😍🥺🥺

Your works are all amazing and I can't wait to read more❤️❤️

Don't Leave Me

Summary: You try to leave Gotham, but Edward stops you just in time.

Word Count: 2.3k

Content Warning: Spoilers for the end of Arc I of Cat & Mouse.

A/N: My dear @vas17sblog, I have to sincerely apologize for the fact that this ask has been sitting in my inbox since July. 💀 I am literally the worst. I'd always intended to answer this since I felt it fit better after the events of Arc I, but damn, I'm so sorry this took me months to get to. Please forgive me!!!

I also had a request to use the prompt "Don't leave me. Not like this" from an anon, which I combined into this request!

It was snowing.

Soft flurries came down from the sky, threatening to coat Gotham in a blanket of white. One bag was clutched tight to your side, the strap digging into your shoulder. The bus stop around you was quiet, not a soul in sight, as cars drove past on the icy roads. You reached into your pocket and pulled out the ticket for Metropolis, gazing at it for a long moment, before stuffing it back into your pocket, the paper rough against your fingertips.

The movers were already at your apartment. You’d let them in, instructed them to pack everything into boxes, and that was that. You couldn’t bear to do it yourself. You didn’t want to see all of your things, belongings you love, stuffed away into boxes and hauled into the back of a truck. You’d already rented a place in Metropolis. Hadn’t even cared to look at anything more than a few photos online. Hadn’t cared that the rent was high. The truth was that you just wanted out of this fucking city, and you were willing to pay a high price to get out. Everywhere you looked, your memories were plagued with all that happened with Beau and the rest of the GCPD. His words remained a constant echo in your mind, gnawing at your soul, ripping it to shreds. Ripping it right from your marrow and stabbing into your very flesh. When you closed your eyes, you saw his smug face. In the dead of night, you heard his voice. Saw Archer’s dead eyes staring back at you. The brand on your skin was still healing, and you itched at the skin around it almost absent-mindedly, like a new bad habit. A habit you couldn’t shake.

This decision hadn’t come lightly. You’d spent hours thinking about what you could do, how you could just get out of Gotham and leave everything behind. The truth was that you needed a fresh start. You need something else – something but the pain and agony rippling through you. Something more than the suffering, more than the pain. You didn’t know what you were going to do, or what Metropolis had in store, but getting out of here…it was the only thing you knew what to do right now. The only thing you wanted.

Edward didn’t know. He couldn’t know. You’d written him a letter and dropped it off at the GCPD, and asked for the receptionist to deliver it to him. By the time he read and came looking for you, you would be long gone. And he couldn’t follow you out of the city, not without risking his parole. He would be made. He would be furious…but he wouldn’t understand, wouldn’t he? He knew what you’d been through, seen it with his own two eyes. He had to understand…but he didn’t have a choice. You’d made your choice.

Tears pricked your eyes, but you blinked them away, squeezing your eyes shut as you shivered against the cold. Where was the damn bus? It should’ve been here by now. Should’ve—

“Detective.”

His voice.

Your eyes snapped open and you turned around in time to find Edward standing there, his eyes wide, his cheeks and nose tinged pink from the chill. Soft flurries of white fell into his hair and onto his shoulders.

“Edward…” you whispered, panic rippling through you. How did he find you?

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, his voice rough, eyes narrowed.

“Didn’t you read my note?”

“Of course I did. Every damn word. Twice.” His lips curled back in a scowl. You recognized this look – just how mad he was.

You averted your gaze, a lump forming in your throat, as you glanced both ways down the quiet, still streets. Headlights from passing cars flashed in your eyes.

“It’s not coming,” he said. “I hacked into the bust depot station ad changed the route.”

“What?” you asked, turning back to him. “Why would you do that?”

“And why would you do this?” he demanded, yanking the note out of his pocket, shaking it in his white-knuckled grip. He took a step closer, redness crawling up his throat. “Why would you – I thought – I…” His words trailed off.

“It’s easier this way, Edward,” you said, your voice holding no warmth to it.

He scoffed. “Easier? For who? For you? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re running, my dear.”

“I’m trying to get away from all of this. From Gotham. Don’t you get that?”

“Are you trying to get away from Gotham? Or from me?” he asked, raising his brows.

His words were like a slap in the face. You stepped back, blinking, your lips twisting into a scowl that matched his own…but maybe there was some truth to what he was saying. Some truth to the reality in which you were trying so hard to avoid.

“I…” the words lodged in your throat.

He took a step closer. “Don’t leave me. Not like this.”

The pain in his voice was raw and real. It was full of everything that made your heart shatter into a million pieces, breaking apart and shattering your very soul. Tears welled behind your eyes as your mouth fell agape, all words dying on your tongue.

“Edward…” you murmured. “I can’t stay here. I can’t—”

“Please,” he whispered, his hands shooting out to capture your face in his hands, his skin warm against your cheeks. Tears spilled from your eyes, and he wiped them away.

“Please don’t run away,” he said. “Not from me. Not from this damn city. Please.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, tilting your head slightly into his hand. You’d been so firm in your decision, so adamant about it, so desperate to get out of here and keep everything a secret from Edward – because you still couldn’t look at him. This was the first time you’d seen him in person in weeks, and this was exactly why you’d never wanted to see him in the first place – because seeing him reignited all those feelings inside of you, that aching warmth in your heart.

And now you were questioning everything all over again.

“I can’t,” you whispered, voice trembling.

“Yes, you can,” he pleaded. “You’re strong. You’re not a coward.”

“But I’m so scared,” you whispered. You were terrified of what the future held, of what was going to happen next. It clawed up your throat and made itself known, shedding your skin and burrowing its way inside.

“I know,” he said. “But don’t let your fears control you. Don’t let it consume you.”

“Aren’t you afraid?” you asked, opening your eyes again to find him staring down at you, towering over you, his body heat enveloping you.

“No,” he said. “Not as long as I have you.”

You scoffed under your breath. “I have to go, Edward.”

“No,” he said, firmer this time. “I refuse to let you run.”

You looked away, back at the quiet streets. A thousand questions raced through your mind, but you weren’t sure what to ask of him or how to make sense of this. How were you supposed to move on? To go on after everything that happened? To walk these streets and pretend that nothing happened to you?

You met his gaze, hardened, his jaw set tight. His hands still cupped your face, wiping away the tears that continued to roll down your cheeks. But the longer you stared at him, the more the heartache in your chest only grew. God – this is exactly why you’d never wanted to see him: because standing here with him reignited all of your feelings and reminded you just how much you wanted to stay with him, to stay in the city you called home.

“After everything we’ve been through…why would you do this to me?” he asked.

“I’m not trying to hurt you,” you said. “I just—”

“Don’t you get it, detective? How much I care about you? How much I need you in my life?” he asked. “And if you leave, I’ll…” He shook his head, as if he couldn’t get the words out.

You looked away again, words dying on your tongue. His words were a knife in your stomach, twisting and twisting, pulling your soul from your body and stomping on it.

“Detective,” he said again, pulling your eyes to him again. “If you get on that bus, you’re not just leaving Gotham. You’re leaving me. And I cannot sit here and watch you disappear from my life. I won’t let it happen.”

“Edward…”

“I won’t let you run from this. From me. From us,” he said.

Your jaw fell open slightly, your vision blurring from the tears. “But I’m so fucking scared, Edward,” you whispered.

He exhaled a shaky breath, his grip tightening on your face, as if he feared you would slip away the second he let go. His blue eyes burned holes into your own. The soft flurries increased a little, melting on yours and his warm skin.

“I know you’re scared,” he said, his voice unsteady. “I know, because I am, too. Every single day, I wake up terrified that I’ll lose you. That you’ll decide I’m not worthy of you anymore, that one day, you’ll come to your sense and realize I’ve just been a waste of your time. That one day, you’ll wake up and realize you’re better off without me. And now…now you’re proving that fear right.”

Your throat tightened. “Edward…”

“No,” he said, shaking his head, his eyes burning with anger. “You need to listen to me. You need to get it through that thick skull of yours, through that tiny mind I love so much, that if you walk away, if you get on that bus, I swear, I’ll never be the same again.”

“Edward—”

“Listen, detective,” he said again, firmer this time. “Gotham has been nothing but a warzone for me. A place I wanted to prove myself better than the rest of the idiots he walk these streets. A place where I’ve had to run and fight and manipulate to survive. I fought for control, to conquer, to ruin. And then you…” He shook his head, scoffing. “And then you had the audacity to walk into my life. “To make me feel something for you that I’ve never felt for someone else. To make me feel things I didn’t even think I was capable of feeling. And I don’t give one damn about the rest of the city, or the GCPD, or anyone else. You are the only thing I care about.”

His voice dropped into a low whisper. “Detective, I…”

Your breath hitched in your throat, the tears continuing to fall, trembling in his arms now as he pulled you closer, his breath a soft mist against your own skin.

“I don’t know what will become of me if you leave,” he continued after a moment. “I don’t know how I’ll just go on with my sorry, miserable life. You are the only thing that makes my life bearable. The only thing that keeps my reform something I want to work for – to be better for you. If I have to beg, I will. If I have to kneel in this damn snow and swear my life to you, I’ll do it. But please, for the love of God, do not get on that bus. Stay with me. Please.”

The weight of his words crashed over you like a tidal wave. His hands trembled, his breathing grew uneven, as if every part of him clung to you. Like the moment he let go, he would shatter completely, the pieces of him broken all across the snow. His gaze was unwavering, determined, filled with that look you loved so much, his blue eyes only drawing you further and further in. Your chest tightened painfully, like someone was squeezing your heart in their fist. Your own breath hitched in your throat, more tears streaming down your cheeks, which he only wiped away without hesitation.

In the quiet, you heard the deep rumbling of a bus down the road. You finally tore your eyes from his and looked away just in time to see the bus come to a rolling stop by the sign. The doors opened, lights bright and flashing, headlights illuminating the flurries in the snow.

“Please,” Edward whispered again. “Stay. Stay with me.”

His words crackled something to life inside of you, breaking through the walls you’d formed around your fragile heart. He was laying everything out, every vulnerable piece of himself, begging you not to leave…and God, how could you walk away from this? From him?

“I don’t know how I’m supposed to stay here,” you whispered.

“Then we’ll figure it out together,” he said without hesitation.

“You’re impossible, Edward Nigma,” you whispered. “You’re so selfish.”

“Selfish for you,” he replied, his lips curving into that smug smile you loved so much.

You shook your head, but pain rippled through you – but a sob tore from your throat, and before you could think, you threw your arms around him, burying yourself in his warmth. He clutched to you just as tightly, his arms wrapping around you, his breath in your hair, at your cheek, as he trembled against you.

“Please don’t leave,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your temple. “I don’t give a damn about this city. But you…you are the only thing that has ever felt real.”

Your fingers dug into the fabric of his coat, holding onto him like he was a life vest. The bust doors closed as it pulled away, continuing on its route. The ticket in your pocket was meaningless now. Because, deep down, you knew the truth: he had become everything to you. And even though you could leave Gotham, you could never leave him.

And maybe that was enough.

[watercat-atsea]

Ford thinks Stan looks so pretty in nothing but some thigh highs and lacy panties

Anon I love men in lingerie this is perfect. I’ve also seen so much art of Stan in dresses and stuff lately!

Nothing actually explicit is written, I just couldn’t write the sex scene. I haven’t written one in sooo long 💁 if I get inspo I’ll write a continuation though :)

The first few years after Ford fell into the portal Stan barely changed anything in the house. He still felt like he was invading Ford’s house, Ford’s life. He was playing the part of Ford but he still wasn’t Ford.

Years later it was clear this mindset went away. The shack turned into Stan’s house as well as Ford’s. Ford’s strange anomaly collections, books, and nicknacks, mixed together with Stan’s clothes, magazines, and mystery shack attractions.

Post weirdmageddon, Ford was still getting use to this. It’s been so many years since he’s had to share space with Stan. He wasn’t use to their things being mixed together. The brothers were still recovering from everything, they decided to take the year off before traveling the seas.

While his old study had turned into his own bedroom, Ford still found himself going into Stan’s bedroom without any care. He was after some old book he really wanted to read. Ford knows Stan didn’t throw away any of his things, so it must be in the house somewhere. That’s how he found himself face to face with a box filled with lingerie.

Deep in the bedroom’s closet was an unlabeled box, Ford grabbed it without any hesitation. The contents made him double take though. This certainly wasn’t Ford’s…. So why would Stan have a box of lingerie?

Hesitantly Ford picked up a pair of lacy blue panties and held them up. They were actually quite a big pair, bigger than most ladies would wear. Did Stan have an old lover? Who was this lady and why would Stan still have her lingerie? Why hasn’t Stan told him?

Before Ford’s thoughts could go any further Stan walked into the bedroom, “Sixer, what are you doing in my room again? I told ya’ I took all your stuff out of it!”

Ford started to panic, he quickly tried to shove the box back into its nondescript spot, but it was too late.

Stan stood right over Ford’s shoulder, looking down at the half closed box Ford was still trying to shove back in to the closet. “Ford why the hell are you looking through my clothes” He sounded embarrassed.

Ford suddenly stood up, startling Stan. “Ahem, well, uh, I apologize. I was looking for a book and thought it would be in my old bedroom. I didn’t mean to… uh…” he then processed exactly what Stan said, “wait, what do you mean your clothes?!”

Stan tried to step around Ford to push the closet door shut, “Look Ford I get it. A gross old guy like me wearing lingerie is weird. Just forgot about it and look for your book somewhere else.”

The two have been doing a strange song and dance lately. Both very much aware of their past sexual experiences together but still too shy to be the first to fully push. But whatever is happening now, is giving Ford a push.

Suddenly Ford grabbed Stan’s wrist, stopping him from closing the closet. Stan grumbled out something, asking Ford what he was doing, but Ford ignored him. He went back into the closet and pulled out the box.

“Ford put the box back” Stan demanded, too embarrassed to really try and do anything though.

Ford set the box down on the bed and sifted through the various types of lingerie till he found a pair of frilly red panties and matching thigh highs.

“Stanley, let me know if you don’t want to do this” Ford breathed out, a familiar tone of arousal in his voice. “Why don’t you be a good boy and show me how pretty you look in your lingerie?”

Stan’s breath stopped for a second, was this actually happening? “Wait you actually wanna?-“

Ford nodded, “Stanley, even as teenagers I always dreamed about how you would look wearing red panties… I don’t want to dance around this sexual tension any longer”.

Stan stopped hesitating, he went right to unbuttoning his suit jacket “fuck, let’s get started then.”

[mayor-lewis-mail-box]

Hey it’s been a while hasn’t it? Let’s talk

tldr: I will officially closing my ask box in 24 hours. If you have an ask you want answered, have a final message for mod (or lewis lol), or just want to send in memes or goofs do so before then.

below the cut tw for depression, explicit violence, mentions of sui ideation/joke (that really isn’t a joke but I’ll get to that under the cut)

I’ve been meaning to type this for a while, it’s been on my mind for months but I just haven’t gotten around to it. However, this is very necessary and important enough for me to come back and discuss.

Do not EVER tell someone to kill themself

On the last day I posted on this blog, Lewis got an ask telling him to go kill himself. THAT IS NOT OKAY.

“Lewis is gross and I hate his guts” I don’t care

“He is a greedy bastard and shouldn’t be mayor” Still not a reason

“You rp him so cringey and I was just saying it as a joke” It isnt a joke

I don’t care if in your au Lewis is the worst possible man in the planet. Think about it, whose running this blog? NOT LEWIS! Anytime you send a message like that to a blog you are sending that to a person, someone whose just trying to have fun. If you seriously think its okay to send me an ask saying “go kill yourself” block me

Did you know last semester was one of my worst mental health declines? I’m not telling you why, because its none of your business frankly, but seeing that message made it worse. Seeing those words, in front of me? No, not okay

“But it was for Lewis not the mod” Whose reading those messages? Who has to think about what you say? Not Lewis thats who.

I don’t understand why you would think this was okay. I even stated in my rules no explicit nsfw (even if that usually means more suggestive stuff this still counts!). Even just saying “go kill yourself” as a joke isn’t funny. It is not a joke, period. You have no idea who I am, what I do, how I am outside of tumblr. In no world should you EVER say that to someone, and especially not a stranger on tumblr.

Because that’s the real kicker, you genuinely have no idea who I am. I am just worm, someone who’s making Lewis say silly shit on tumblr. You don’t even know who i am, where i’m from, what my favorite food is, nothing. I am actually, for all intents and purposes, just some guy on tumblr. Would you go up to someone on the street and say “go kill yourself” joke or not? Same principle.

I know I’ve said you can be mean to Lewis, throw him under a bus for all I care I’m not a huge fan either tbh. I know what I can handle, so when I tell you to go ahead and send Lewis hate I was sure that you would understand the unspoken line that is there. However, clearly you didn’t, so here I am.

So to that anon who sent it, I am severely disappointed in you and I hope you know that that was not okay. I don’t expect an apology, or any response, and frankly i don’t care. Just do and know better

To every one else, thank you so much for interacting with this blog. I know it wasn’t active for very long, and i know it was mostly jokes and cringe, but i honestly enjoyed doing this so much. I sincerely apologize that you had to read all of that above, but its important enough that i had to put it first.

Especially thank you to the friends I made in this space, y’all have helped me out so much you don’t even know the extent of it. Talking and yapping with you about sdv has made me enjoy being here so much more <3

It’s because of you, the people that enjoyed these posts, that I am keeping it open for just 24 more hours. I will post some more cringe, goofs, and jokes as a farewell. But i wanted to give y’all a chance also! So feel free to send Lewis hate, tell him hes stinky, steal his mustache, anything!

Alright, I’m tired and really need to sleep. This was long lol

Thank you for reading all of this, talk to y’all soon <3

-Mod Worm

(ps: if you think this is an over reaction i kindly ask that you re evaluate why. Because truly, this isn’t. This is me being calm, me being thoughtful enough to explain why, me giving you a chance to understand why that wasn’t okay)

[i-am-church-the-cat]

Okay so sorry for this ask. I just had this random thought blurb and wanted to share with someone. But like imagine:

Lando decides to suggest to Oscar that it would be funny if they get married in Vegas. Cause like that would be hilarious. Except Oscar looks him dead in the eye and says “I can’t, I’m already married” before walking away.

So of course Lando has a major freak out trying to figure out who he married and ropes the whole grid in the search. There is a strong rumor it’s Daniel (which Daniel started cause it’s funny). There is also the rumor that is Taylor Swift (that’s Este trying to annoy Nando). And of course there are suggestions of Fred, Liam, and even Arthur (which Pierre and Charles’s shut down right away because they would have to kill him).

And everyone keeps asking Logan if he knows and he just keeps laughing it off. But he’s also it’s a sad laugh because he’s a little sad to thing that nobody thinks he could be worthy of Oscar, even if he agrees.

And of course this pisses Oscar off. Because his husband is the sweetest man around. Because who the fuck cares if he is having a bad season when he is always there to make sure Oscar does things like eat breakfast or makes sure he isn’t too hard on himself.

So when the grid decides to do a group breakfast the morning after in Vegas (to compare horror stories). Oscar marks the shit out of Logan as they show up with their wedding rings.

Anon, never apologize for being the smartest motherfucker in the room. As a secretly married loscar truther, I am in love with this. And you’re always welcome to come in my messages or my ask box with stuff like this.

I can imagine Oscar being so smug at that breakfast. It’s his ring around Logan’s finger, it’s his marks on Logan’s body, it’s him who gets to keep bringing waffles for Logan to devour in record speed.

And I think the reason no one suspected it could be Logan Oscar was married to is because they would’ve known, right? Surely they wouldn’t have been able to keep it a secret for 9 months?

(Well, Alex and George had known pretty quickly who it was but they weren’t going to spoil the surprise.)

But even now with them both declaring themselves to each other for all of them to see, they barely act any different. Small touches, leaned in whispers, pressed as close together as two people could in opposite chairs, but still completely level-headed.

And finally Lando snaps and is like “How? How are you two so calm around each other? If I had a partner on the grid, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of them.”

Oscar shrugs and Logan laughs awkwardly and even now they’re like twin planets - always together but never crashing.

“We’ve been together for a long time,” Oscar answers which, they would hope so for the youngest married couple on the grid. “And most of that time it’s had to be a secret. I guess we’re just used to it.”

“Plus, neither of us are big on PDA.” A rather ironic thing for Logan to say while covered in bite marks and red-purple hickies. “We like to keep our private life private.”

And suddenly Lando feels bad because maybe they had never planned on coming out to them, or at least not so soon, but Lando had practically forced their hand because of his little goose hunt. But Logan smiles understandingly at him and is quick to reassure.

“Don’t worry, we were planning to tell people on the grid sooner rather than later, probably when my contract extension was announced, if it’s ever decided.”

Oscar makes a face at that but doesn’t interrupt.

“We just chose now because…” And suddenly Logan gets this look on his face, something pained and almost embarrassed. Oscar tangles their left hands together to stop him in his tracks, proudly displaying their matching rings before continuing.

“None of you thought I could have the honor of being married to Logan - hurtful, by the way, I’m obviously a catch - so I wanted to show everyone who I belonged to.”

Logan blushes a light pink, but he’s smiling. Oscar feels a bit of relief as Logan lays his head on his shoulder, allowing him to turn his nose into the gel-less waves of his blond hair.

The rest of their drivers start to clamor their excuses - you’re too good at hiding it, we thought Logan was dating that Instagram model, actually you’re right you aren’t good enough for my junior Williams driver but you make him happy so I guess it’s okay (this one is of course from George who is met with a lot of boos and biscuit throwing) - but it doesn’t really matter.

Who cares what any of them thought? At the end of the day, Oscar is the one sitting here with Logan Sargeant’s hand intertwined with his, he’s the one that will get to go back with him to their shared apartment, bundle his Florida boy up against the cruel English winter, and indulge in the domestic bliss of being with someone he truly loved.

When one had that, who cared about anything else?

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

This is going to get personal, and emotional, so just scroll by if you don't wanna cringe yourself to death.

This may stem partly from the heat exhaustion I endured earlier while fighting with yard work, and also from exhaustion from grappling with my child starting school, and also also with general stress, and.

In short, I very well may be a little delirious. But I haven't said so in a while, and I just want you guys to know the following important information:

I love you all so fckin much.

All of you. Muties that interact regularly or just chill on the sidelines, creative anons in the ask box, lurkers who might be to shy to say anything (I usually fall into that category too so do not feel bad, I understand that people are scary which is why I remain as anonymous as possible myself). I love

Absolutely

All

Of

You.

Like. Every time I see an ask that starts with something like "I hope this is okay" or "If you don't want to answer you don't have to" or, GODS FORBID "Please ignore this if it's a problem," anything like that, I just. Wanna give you the biggest hug ever, and wrap you in a comfy blanket and give you all your favorite snacks and make sure you feel safe and comfortable here.

This blog is my own safe space. I'm the human equivalent of a mouse in reality. People scare tf out of me. If I could, I'd happily live in a remote cabin in the middle of the wilderness with a few pets and never have any further face-to-face interaction with other humans again, with the sole exception of my child and one of my nieces. I second guess every single word that comes out of my mouth, even around people I love and care about and would frankly die for. I just. Am not good at people-ing.

My identity here as an unknowable horror isn't just to be silly. I really have a lot of trouble identifying with anyone else, and I legitimately feel like an alien or a monster most of the time.

I second guess everything I post here, no matter how much I try not to. No matter how much I remind myself that it's not important what other people think, and that their opinions have no bearing at all on my day-to-day life.

So maybe it's a little hypocritical of me to say that none of you have any reason to worry about asking or commenting anything, when I spend ninety percent of my own time worrying about everything, including made-up problems that haven't even happened yet and likely never will.

But I really, really do not want you guys to ever worry, or ever feel like you have to apologize, or ever second-guess anything here.

If the world scares you as much as it scares me, and you need somewhere that you can be unapologetically yourself without any judgment, then you are both welcomed and encouraged to do just that here, while I try to do the same thing myself.

This stems a lot from my mom. I lost her when I was sixteen. She had a brain aneurysm and passed away very unexpectely. She picked me up from school, we had dinner together, and a few hours later she was gone. It's incredibly hard for me to talk about her, but I need to mention her here, because she was always my safe space.

She was the one who made me who I am. She had trouble identifying with other people. The few close friends she had were lifelong friends. She was a lot more fierce than I am, a lot more capable of standing up for herself, but she was always kind. Always understanding. She never judged anyone. She always considered others' feelings, others' backgrounds. She hated organized religion with a passion, but she never belittled anyone for their own personal beliefs. She never got to go to college like she wanted to, but she was the wisest person I've ever known. If I could give one reason why, it would be this:

She always treated everyone the same.

Age, religion, place of origin, skin color, likes, interests, it didn't matter. She treated everyone the same. With kindness, with respect, with humor, with love. Everyone. Always.

I'm not saying she had no flaws. She was a force to be reckoned with when she was angry. Her and my older brother had some fights that I'll never forget for sure. She broke down when her own mother died and lost a lot of hope for a while. I was thirteen at the time, and her mom, my Nana, was just as much a pillar of strength for me, and we leaned on each other to get through it.

I really never had any major fights with her that I can remember. I never felt like she was trying too hard to be cool as I got older, she was just naturally cool. I was never, ever ashamed of her. Me and my old best friends went to our first concert with her, and they still talk about how cool she was. How they felt more at ease talking to her about their problems than their own family.

Like I said, this was going to get personal.

But the point to all this, is I want to be there for all of you in the same way that she was there for me, for my brother, for my friends. I want all of you to feel at ease here, even if you don't feel at ease anywhere else. I want you to know that you can always be yourself here.

You can be unapologetically, shamelessly, proudly you.

The most important thing my mom ever taught me is that everyone deserves to have somewhere they feel safe and loved and wanted. I doubt she ever said it in those exact words, but she spent her entire life proving it to me.

So whatever your case, if you need somewhere to be yourself, then you will always be welcome here. You don't have to apologize for it. You don't have to feel bad about it. The only thing you should feel here is safety.

And love. Because I love you. All of you.

If you ever feel like no one else does, then at least rest assured that I do.

Even if we've never spoken, I still love you. Even if you've never felt like anyone loves you, I promise that I love you.

When I say I hate humanity, it's largely because there's such an overwhelming amount of hate among us. It's really the hate itself that I hate. But you, as an individual reading this, no matter how much or how little hate you have in you, I still love you.

Everyone deserves love, and if it's the only thing that I have to give, then I'm going to give it.

[j0kers-light]

An idea has been floating around in my head. How would J react to finding a child? Like they’ve either been abandoned or they’re lost or maybe even kidnapped and he happens to stumble across them. Would he do anything, purposefully scare the kid more cuz it’s amusiiiing (SHEESH Joker🤧) or just ignore them, orrrr? I can’t decide his thoughts about kids; at most he’s probably just indifferent, finds them annoying or MAYBE somewhere deep inside find them almost endearing?? Just to the extent of, “they’re easy to entertain and play around with” *Cue Joker acting like a child himself* Apologies Choas, this is a lot, I’m just trying to gather opinions!!

Hey hi anon!!🖤✨

Joker with a child 😀 almost fell out of my office chair when I read this ask earlier! and anon it’s never too much! Don’t apologize! Send everything you have! I got carried away so here’s an unnecessarily long answer!! I hope you enjoy!

If the child is kidnapped:

Guaranteed Joker is involved PURELY BY ACCIDENT!

The poor kid was taking a nap in the getaway van (Kids am I right??? So weird.) How was J supposed to know!?

Now Bats and the GCPD thinks he abducted someone’s demon offspring. He most certainly did NOT!

He resents the title; Child Abductor. Like he’s actually gonna return it 🙄 pfft.

Of course “it” being an adolescent roughly 7-16yr. Does letting the kid become an official gofer count as good parenting? Wait. He’s not considering becoming one!!!

Unrelated: The kid is surprisingly good at driving. J highkey wants to hire them for future jobs 🤣😭 “uh.. yeah you can drive on the uh sidewalk.. have at it.”

Later on Frost explains what GTA is to Joker; they’re hired. 😂

If the child is lost

Hoooo boy. I’m feral at the thought of a younger kiddo (like 1-6yr) crying for their parents in a panicked crowd (totally not Joker’s fault) and J is like “ew” but the child grabs the back of his jacket.

Now there’s a child hanging from Joker and he could care less.

Goes about his day as normal. I’m taking murdering sprees, at least two other robberies etc.

Eventually he gets annoyed by the excessive amount of giggling, this kid having a ball swinging around! but they’re ruining Joker’s image.

Cue J grabbing the child by their leg, “how do I turn this thing off” pokes their baby rolls (unknowingly makes the kid laugh more; all the goons are horrified).

Y/n fainting when Joker comes home with a child dangling from his shoulder that’s chewing on his Swiss knife. Wayyyy too close to the blade.

The child laughs at you falling down. “You think that’s funny brat? Wait til I hold ya ransom.”

The child is later rescued/found after their parents make an undisclosed payment..

If the child is abandoned (rip to my ovaries)

Joker sees a bit of himself watching the child cry in the dirty cardboard box, (or whatever they were left in) in the abandoned building everyone was hiding in.

Frost tells him to kill it or something and receives a stab wound for his.. well, frostiness.

There is something about this child that makes Joker feel… sigh, he hates it but the minute the child sees J’s clown face and their eyes connect? IT'S OVER!

Joker cleans Carter’s out and he practically buys Gerber stock with the ridiculous amount of stuff he buys this child.

If Bats can have crime fighting orphans, why can’t J have a criminal one? This tiny human thing is coming with him.

If it’s a boy, Gotham has a new generation to fear and if it’s a girl, that’s even worse. Gotham City is theirs forever!

[littleoanh]

Hi sweetie! I was wondering If I could ask for an angst to fluff with Fem reader who is dating bonten trio + Kakucho, Koko and Mikey? Reader gets upset because a girl who works for them told her that they are using her while they find someone better and reader believes them becasuse she has low self esteem so she leaves them and when they notice they look for her everywhere?

A/N: Hello my darling anon!! Ahhhh, another low self esteem writing… I won’t go into depth on it but I will make it work and have the angst to fluff theme! Hope you enjoy it!

Irreplaceable

Characters: Bonten x fem!Reader

Warnings: Established poly relationship with everyone except Takeomi and Mochi, reader has low self esteem (MIGHT BE TRIGGERING, WON’T GO INTO DETAILS ABOUT LSE), cursing, implied murder (not the reader), and fluff ending.

Like, reblogging, and kind comments are appreciated.

By agreeing to keep reading, you are confirming have read the warnings.

You stir in your sleep, gradually waking up in the king size bed alone. Mmmm? Where did Koko and Kaku go? Kakucho and you spent the night at Koko’s penthouse, sharing the same bed. Sitting up to rub your sleepy eyes, you look around to see if they were maybe in the bathroom. No one is there, you swing your legs over the bed, wearing the house slippers Koko bought you and head out of the bedroom.

“Oh,” Your eyes light up when you find Koko’s living room is decorated with balloons, flowers, and little presents on the table. You saunter over to the table to find a closed laptop with a note handwritten by Koko.

‘Watch Video’

You open the laptop to find a video file ‘To Our Beloved Waffles’ and you click on it.

“HAPPY THREE MONTHS ANNIVERSARY WAFFLES!” All your boyfriends shout in excitement over the recorded video, Haru being the loudest. You let out the biggest smile on your face, finding this is the most adorable and romantic gesture you ever had from any relationship. 

“Sorry, we’re not there with you right now.” Kakucho sincerely apologizes, “We have some things we need to take care of this morning.”

“But we made special plans for dinner tonight.” Ran happily grins.

“For dinner, we book your favorite all you can eat Yakiniku restaurant and for dessert…” Koko waits for the next person to finish the surprise.

“We’re taking you to eat mo-” Haru interrupts Rin’s sentence.

“MOCHI WAFFLES!” Rin glares daggers at Haru.

“You fucker, that’s my line!”

“It was my idea to take Waffles to a dessert place.”

“And I came up with the mochi waffles.” Rin argues back with frustrations. 

“Which is a dessert place, so it is my idea.” Haru talks in his own logic, then the video gets chaotic with your boyfriends fighting amongst each other. Ran and Kaku are trying to calm down the two. In the midst of the fighting, Mikey approaches the camera to talk to you.

“I’ll come pick you up, Waffles. Don’t be late.” 

“There should be a bag from XX, wear that tonight.” Koko ends the video with screaming in the background. You couldn’t help but to laugh, you always feel lucky to have such loving boyfriends. 

“I should do something nice for them.” You come up with the idea to make some bento lunch boxes for all of them. Having fun decorating each bento box with cute rice decorations. Checking the time on the wall, it’s almost lunch time. You safely pack all the bento boxes in a giant tote bag and make your way to the Bonten building. The security guards politely greet you and allow you access. Taking the elevator up to the executive floor and coming to find Misa, the Executive assistant at her desk. “Hello Misa.” You greet her with a friendly smile, she slightly rolls her eyes seeing you approach her.

“They’re not here.” She rudely ignores your greeting and gets straight to the point. Your heart aches a little by how she is treating you. She never seems to like you ever since you started dating the executives.

“That’s okay, I wasn’t planning on staying.” You still remain nice, trying to not let her attitude hurt your feelings. “Can you please give this to all of them? I made them some lunch and it has all their names.” You show her the giant tote bag, she gives you a judgemental stare.

“Why would they eat that garbage?” Your heart is slowly breaking, “They all have refined taste and wouldn’t eat something below their expensive palate.” She smirks wickedly when she sees your expression slowly dissolve into sadness. “You know, I’m just doing you a favor. I heard them talking about you.” You remain quiet, letting her talk, “They’re just using you to pass some time before they find someone else that’s better than you.” There are tears glistening on your lash lines, fueling her to keep talking, “Do you honestly think they like you? You’re not even on the same level as them.” Tears are dripping down your face. “They laugh at you behind your back. You’re basically a charity case and just an easy person to toy with.”

“You-you’re lying.” Your voice is above a whisper and said with no confidence. 

She tilts her head to the side, “Am I? I work very closely with them. I know everything about them. Why else do you think they’re not here?” Her wick grin grows wider. “They’re looking to replace you.” You drop the tote bag on the floor, bento boxes spilling everywhere, before running out of there. 

“Hello boss.” The security guards bow as Mikey and the other executives are coming back from their morning missions. “[L/n] san was here earlier but…” Mikey’s eyes flicker towards the security at the mention of your name.

“But what?” Mikey questions, normally he is not the one asking questions but anything that deals with his Waffles… he will. 

“We think something happened, she ran out of here in tears.” Their bodies tense in shock, hearing their Waffles leaving the building, crying. Who made you cry? Mikey clenches his fists looking at the rest of the executives, they are ready to listen to his orders.

“You four,” Looking at Sanzu, Koko, Ran, and Rin, “go investigate what happened here. Kakucho and I will look for her at her place.” 

“Yes, Mikey.” Sanzu, Koko, Ran, and Rin run upstairs to see what possibly could have occurred here. Whoever made you cry will pay. They make it to the executive floor to find Misa cleaning up a mess in front of her desk.

“Misa, what happened here?” Ran scrunches his eyebrows. Misa looks startled, thinking she  had more time to clean up the mess before they came back.

“Oh, well there’s just a little accident.” Misa laughs stiffly, Sanzu’s eagle eyes notice your familiar tote bag.

“That’s Waffles’ bag.” Sanzu narrows his droopy eyes and crouches down to level with Misa. Her eyes avoid his blue eyes. Beads of sweat cover her forehead and he senses she’s hiding something. “Misaaaaa.” His scary childlike tone calls out to her, “You wouldn’t happen to know why our Waffles running out of here crying… do you?” 

“I-I-” 

“Speak the truth, Misa.” Rin also crouches down to level with her. “You know what happens when you lie.” His lilac eyes are burning holes through her.

“Why did our Waffles cry?” Ran tilts his head with a callous smile on his face, she feels a chill run down her spine. 

“Found the video.” Koko was on his laptop while the Bonten Trio cornered Misa. He starts playing the video where you came in with your tote bag.

“Hello Misa.” Your saccharine voice plays through Koko’s laptop, Misa’s expression pales.

“They’re not here.”

“That’s okay, I wasn’t planning on staying. Can you please give this to all of them? I made them lunch and it has all their names.” They all practically melt. You went through the trouble of making them lunch? Rin glances at the spilled content, there was a rice head shaped like a jellyfish. Was that for him? 

“Why would they eat that garbage?” The Bonten Trio immediately stare down at Misa, who is visibly shaking. “They all have refined taste and wouldn’t eat something below their expensive palate. You know, I’m just doing you a favor. I heard them talking about you.” Ran arches one of his eyebrows. “They’re just using you to pass time before they find someone else that’s better than you.” Sanzu feels his blood boiling with the poisonous words Misa spews. “Do you honestly think they like you? You’re not even on the same level as them.” Koko’s heart aches when he sees tears dripping down your precious face. “They laugh at you behind your back. You’re basically a charity case and just an easy person to toy with.” Rin is getting close to losing it. 

“You-you’re lying.” Their hearts are breaking when they hear you sniffling and trembling.

“Am I? I work very closely with them-”

“I’m done listening.” Sanzu’s voice is dangerously low, his eyes are crazed staring at Misa. “Soooo you know us very well, right?” His smile turns sadistic.

“You know what’s going to happen next, don't you?” Ran matches Sanzu’s smile, Misa freezes, knowing there was no point of running. Fear is last seen in her eyes. 

Kakucho’s phone starts ringing to find Koko’s name and picks up. “Yes?” Listening to Koko’s explanation of what happened at the Bonten’s Headquarters and how they need a new executive assistant. “Got it.”

“Did you find Waffles?” Koko asks, hopefully. Kakucho frowns while looking at a distraught Mikey.

“No, she’s not here.” Kakucho and Mikey come up empty at your place. You weren’t here and Mikey tries calling you but it goes straight to voicemail. You leave no clues of where you could possibly be.

“Start the van,” Mikey quietly orders, then looks at Kakucho with the most emotional look in his eyes, “we’re scavenging the city and bringing Waffles home.” 

Rin brings the van to pick up Mikey and Kakucho, in the car everyone brainstorms of all the possibilities of where you would potentially be hiding. Koko mentions looking for you at your favorite bookstore, you aren’t there. Ran suggests your favorite bakery that sells your favorite waffle bread, you aren’t there. Sanzu proposes your favorite plushie store as you since you love collecting them, you aren’t there either. Mikey is getting close to having a mental breakdown. Every other suggestion someone comes up with, ends in disappointment. Did they not know you at all? Are they all terrible boyfriends that don’t know you? 

“Wait,” Something struck Kakucho of where you could possibly be at, “I might know where she is. Rin, drive to Hotel XX.” Instantly, when Kakucho mentions that, in their hearts, they know you would be there.

In 15 minutes, they arrive at the oldest and one of the most luxurious hotels in Tokyo. Mikey rushes out of the van, Ran follows, then Kakucho and everyone else. He leads them to the entrance of the hotel’s public and famous garden. He finds the red rose garden with the gazebo, running through the center of the garden. His shoulders relax and heart pounds against his aching chest. There you are, sitting alone in the center of the garden, crying silently, wiping your tears away with your sleeve.

“[Y/N]!” They all scream your name, startling the nearby visitors and you. They bring you into their loving and warm embrace. Not caring if anyone sees them. 

“We were so worried about you.” Rin wipes your tears from your swollen red eyes.

“Why did you run away?” Haru clings onto you with his big puppy droopy eyes.

“How… did you know I would be here?” You sniffle.

“I remembered,” Kakucho tucks your hair behind your ear, “you said this place brings you happy memories of your grandparents.” Your eyes widened, you didn’t expect him to remember that.

“I… I said that a long time ago.”

“We remembered a lot of things about you, Waffles.” Ran caress your plush cheek.

“But… aren’t I just… something to be replaced? Why would you want to remember something… like that?” Remembering the cruel words from Misa. Mikey cups your cheek and pulls you closer to his, for you to see how much he cares for you.

“You are irreplaceable. No one can ever take your place. We only want you. We need you.” 

“Really?” You see the sincerity in Mikey’s raw emotions in his eyes. 

“We love you, [Y/n].” Koko confesses all their true feelings for you. This is the first time you’re hearing them. “We love you so much.”

“We love you.” They hug you in hopes you feel their genuineness. 

“I love you guys too.” You reply, making their hearts feel warm.

“Let’s go back home, Waffles.” Mikey smiles softly, taking your gentle hand. You nod your head once and they escort you back to the van.

“Happy Anniversary, Waffles.” Haru kisses your cheek and hands you a small basket of mochi waffles, startling everyone else in the van. Your eyes light up in excitement, thanking him and kissing him happily.

“When the hell did you pick up some mochi waffles?” Rin’s eyes are practically bulging out.

“Like I said, it was my idea.” Bringing back to the conversation on the video.

“Oh, you want to go, Pinky Pill Popper?!” Rin is close to beating Haru’s ass. The van gets chaotic and once again Kakucho and Ran are trying to keep the peace in the car. While you, Mikey, and Koko share the mochi waffles. The pain you felt earlier is now gone.  You only feel the love of your boyfriends warming your heart. 

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[sirthisisa-wendys]

Rules: Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

synopsis: You two have one rule when it comes to your hookups: don't fall in love. So what happens when one of you breaks that rule? (based on a anon request that Tumblr ATE UP)

wc: 1.8k

tw: NSFW

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You're riding him as fast as you can, hands cupping your breasts and tweaking your nipples.

"God, this feels so damn good," Suguru hisses beneath you, eyes holding yours captive. His hand moves away from your left breast, sliding down your stomach and resting on your clit.

"Mmm... Su..." you breathe, your hands pressed on either side of him as your hips slam into his. "That's perfect."

Panting, sweating messes. That's what you're both reduced to every Friday evening when he comes through your door and fucks you until you can't walk. And he leaves before sun-up, just as you ask, placing the spare key beneath the mat at the door after he locks up behind himself.

"You gonna cum soon?" Suguru wonders, but not because he wants to rush you. No, you look down in those onyx eyes and see his desire to withhold himself from cumming for just a little bit longer. He wants to feel your walls rock against his length for as long as he can before giving himself up to you. Suguru loves it when you spasm around his cock - and loves it when you squirt even more - but every single time, he cums right after you. It's not because he's weak; no, that's never been the case.

Your pleasure means so much to him. And when he delivers you the best, toe-curling orgasm of the week, you can't help but let yourself indulge in the sensations and ride it out as well.

But the first caveat to your little arrangement was Rule #1: that neither of you could fall in love. The moment one of you catches feelings, it's over. And you were starting to see that it could very well be Suguru that catches feelings, just like all of the ones who came before him.

The only difference between them and this black-haired devil beneath you was that he'd not only lasted a full six months, but he was the only one that could truly satisfy you. You never felt like Suguru used you as a fuck toy or masturbated into your body just for the feeling of a warm cunt surrounding his twitching cock. Your pleasure meant something to him, even if he left before daylight.

Those are your rules, however.

Soft lips bring you back to the present, and a gentle scrape of the teeth against the flesh of your breast makes you moan loudly.

"Suguru, I--"

"Hush, y/n," he mutters, tongue darting out to flick your nipple. "I'm not done with you yet."

Rule #2: no pet names. And he'd stuck to it, only calling you by your name as he fucked you into the couch, or moaned your name as you came around his length.

"Fuck..." you breathe as he sucks on your breasts over and over again, switching between the two at his leisure. And still, he's bouncing you on his dick, making you shudder.

Rule #3: Condoms. Every. Single. Time. And Suguru never came empty-handed.

You'd gotten rid of men the first time they came over without a condom and blamed it on their brain, even though you kept a stash hidden in the bottom cabinet of the bathroom. Those were reserved for hookups with men who weren't on your schedule or for when you used your strap-on; not for "forgetful" people.

"Oh, shit," you breathe. "I think I'm going to cum..." Suguru nods, pressing you against his chest and speeding up his strokes.

God damn, he's intuitive, you think as he brings you to the edge and tips you over like only he can. When you shudder and whimper in his ear, Suguru grunts softly, hips stuttering as he cums right behind you. It's always been like this, you muse, kissing the man deeply and with feeling. It's never going to change.

_____________________________________________________________

Change comes when you first step into the high-end department store, and you spot a silk gold and black tie hanging on a display.

"Suguru would like that," you think aloud, imaging him tying it on just like he takes them off before wrapping them around your h-- You smack your cheek, waking yourself up from the semi-lewd fantasy. You forget all about the occurrence until you pass by the cologne department, and catch a whiff of a familiar scent.

"Miss," you ask, stopping in front of an associate. "What's that scent?" When the lady rattles off some famous cologne brand, you inhale the fresh scent again, suddenly transported to the time you buried your face in Suguru's neck and smelled his hair for the first time. "Thank you," you quickly mutter, and walk away from the counter as fast as you can. Your hands begin to shake as you place the shoes you just bought on, looking at them in the store mirror right as the words 'maybe I should ask Suguru how they look' rolls through your mind.

Your assigned stylist gives you a frightened glance as you growl and take the shoes off, stuffing them back into the box in her hands as you hiss, "I'll take them."

What the hell is happening to me? you wonder as you drive home impatiently, honking at every person who minorly inconveniences you as you speed down the highway. It's not even Friday, but thrice you've thought about asking Suguru to come over and spend time with you. Three times!

You drop your keys onto the counter and sit on your couch, burying your hands in your face as you think, think, think...

Cancel with Ryoma. Cancel with Aizen. Cancel, cancel, cancel...

You shoot off various text messages in a short amount of time, cutting the other five men out of the schedule. You can find others to fit into Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Saturday, and Sunday if you need to. You just need it to be Friday and fast.

"Hello?" the soft voice murmurs when you dial - picked up on the second ring.

"Hey," you whisper nervously. "Um, Monday canceled and I'm feeling a little stressed. Are you free tonight?" Some papers shift around in the background, and you bite your lip as you wait for an answer. It seems like forever until you hear:

"Yeah, let me finish up at the office. I'll be there around seven, alright?"

"Alright." You hang up just as a rush of adrenaline pumps through you, making you shower and dress with vigor. You even put on the new shoes and a nice set of lingerie to match. All for Suguru. You tie a robe over yourself and sit at your computer - it's six-fifteen - to do some work as a distraction. And it proves fruitful because when the doorbell rings, it's seven o'clock.

You straighten your robe and walk to the door, fixing your hair before opening it up and grinning at Suguru, who is still dressed in his slacks and a button-down shirt. The top button is open slightly and his sleeves are bunched up around his elbows, but he offers you his sweet smile as well, stepping into the house with ease.

"You look really nice. Are those new shoes?" he asks, tossing his jacket over the back of the couch and turning back to you.

"Why yes, they are," you sing, walking toward him slowly, leisurely. "Do you like them?"

"Do you care?" Suguru wonders, cupping your chin and kissing your lips gently. "I'm going to take them off of you in a second anyways."

"You have all night to think about that," you tease, tugging him toward your bedroom. "But I'd prefer you let me wear them while you fuck me." Suguru lets out a surprised chuckle, following you into the room and shutting the door behind him.

But even after he's fucked you senseless, you can't sleep. Your earlier thoughts haunt you and a twinge of guilt eats at your brain as you lay against a sleeping Su, head resting on his chest as he holds you close. Even when you see the clock hours change from ten to eleven, to twelve to three am, you can't help but dread the moment when he would awake and leave you alone in the bedroom.

And when six o'clock comes, his watch buzzes on the nightstand, shaking him from his hazy sleep.

Your fingers curl into his side, and Suguru groans, rubbing his eyes.

"You awake?" he whispers into the darkness, but you don't reply, hoping he would just lay there for a few minutes more. "Y/n? Your heart is beating a mile a minute."

"So?"

"So..." He shifts up, petting your hair gently. "I think we need to talk." Your heart plummets into your stomach, and you try not to react sharply, but Suguru clears his throat as he turns on the bedside lamp. You look up into his black eyes, and he blinks in the light, biting his bottom lip at the sight of you fully awake. "Why did you call me over here and not anyone else?" You fumble for an answer, but thinking of a lie just wouldn't do. Not for Suguru. "Aren't you breaking your rule?"

"No," you counter, sitting up straight. "I'm not falling in love with you. Your dick, maybe. But not you." The look in his eyes tells you that he knows you're lying. You hang your head, fighting back an apology.

"We should call this off if that's the case."

"No," you whisper, shaking your head. "I don't want that."

"I don't want that either," Suguru murmurs, tilting your chin up with his fingers. "But what happens if you go back to..." You sigh, looking away. "I'm a jealous lover, y/n. I'm not the kind to play around with."

"And I won't," you reply, head snapping back to meet his eyes. "I..." you exhale shakily. "I couldn't stop thinking about you when I was at Bergdorf's." The admission doesn't shock Suguru, but he does clasp his hands together. "Everything reminded me of you, and I--" You break off, hands shaking. "I'm scared."

"Have you discussed this with anyone else?" The question implies the obvious, and you look to your phone, opening it up and letting him see the contacts "Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Saturday, Sunday" all with the same message:

Sorry, I have to cancel our weekly rendevous. Hope you understand.

"Am I saved as Friday?" Suguru chuckles, but you scroll down a little more, and his name pops up: Suguru Geto.

He huffs a laugh, shaking his head.

"I'm the special one, huh?" You turn his head toward you, leaning in to kiss him on the lips once.

"Please, let me break my rules for you." Suguru groans, leaning into your touch and kissing your palm in response.

"Let me start right now then, babe. And don't worry, we'll take it one rule at a time." You giggle as he tosses your phone aside and leans into you, kissing you just like he did before and switching off the light as daybreak comes.

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[melting-tofu]

Pocky game - ft. Kaeya, Venti and Xingqiu

[ Anon requested: hey sorry if you're getting this request again. my wifi crashed when i submitted it, and i don't know if you got it, so i hope you don't mind me sending again. request: hcs or scenario of Xingqiu, Kaeya, and Venti(separately ofc) playing the pocky game with a really flustered s/o? (s/o is gender neutral)

sorry if this is weird 😖 but i only saw one pocky game hc and s/o was assertive and i was like "this isn't me at all" ]

i love writing shy s/o hdhdhxbn

this is likely my last post of this week, and maybe for a while too, but stay tune as i will return after nearly 3 weeks and update as fast as possible! :D if i have time i will try to write something (likely the requests i haven't done) during this time too, but ngl i have exams to deal with, i've been staying up late recently and the illness is starting to scold me-

Note: gender-neutral reader

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Kaeya:

。You walk in on Kaeya oversleeping at his desk...

。He can feel your presence so he immediately wakes up and smiles at you

。He will ask what are you doing here in somewhat flirty tone I can't imagine ;;

。Little you feel shy to answer so you nervously apologize and back off

。That's when he notices a box of pocky hidding behind you

。He instantly gets up and snatches it from your hand

。"I guess a little game for break time is fine~!"

Sitting you both on the couch nearby, Kaeya teasingly put a pocky on between his lips and stares at you with a dangerous devilish gaze. It's way too scary to look directly at, but also scary to advert, you feel your cheeks burn up as you try your best to slowly inch closer and bite on the other side of the pocky. He closes his eye and leans in, you just have to do the same. Your body is trembling, the closer you two are, the hotter your face heats up.. When you're about a centimeter apart, he snaps his eyes open and wrap his hands around your waist to pull you close, closing most of the gap between you and smirks. He takes another bite and his lips ghost over yours. You panic and jump out of his grip, your face as red as a tomato as you cover your mouth to shout "I-I'm sorry! I can't- can't continue this-" and run away, leaving him all alone. He doesn't seem angry, his arms go to cross in front if his chest and he gives a warm smile again. "Don't ever start a game that you can't play again, (Name)~"

Venti:

。Cheeky bastard who bursts of laughter when he sees you drop your pocky box by accident

。You are simply on a picnic with him so he won't ask why you brought it

。Bringing his head to rest on his hand, he teases "What's that interesting thing you've been hiding from me? Care to elaborate?"

。You open up to answer, no words can be heard

。He chuckles and pull you down on your back, himself hovering above you

。"How about using actions to explain instead?"

。Then quickly shoves a pocky in his mouth, the end-

Venti smiles mischievously to wait for your reaction. And of course, your first one is to blush madly and look away. He hums in discontent, bringing a hand up to poke at your cheek to make you gasp and look back at him. He feels your cheek hot against his fingertip but he doesn't mind and happy that you finally munch on the other side of the pocky. He bites down and inches closer, creating fictions against your lips. You're trapped under him so you really can't lean in- it makes him have to bend down to push the snack closer. He grins mockingly as if he can make it slip any moments and you may choke- Slowly the gap between you closing, along with your face getting flushed more and more. His lips brushes against yours, you panickingly try to push him away but he has already pinned your hands above your head. Taking this opportunity he catches your lips in a passionate kiss...

"...Would you like to do this again sometimes or right now?"

Xingqiu:

。Not this time again where Xingqiu drags you to the library and traps you there until he's done reading

。You may read something too but you don't feel like it

。He usually doesn't do this when you're bored, but he thinks maybe torturting you a little would be fun-

。He still looks after you, but most of his attention is paid to the book and not you

。It gets you extremely bored and tired

。So you take out a pocky and hang it between your lips to kill the time

。Then it catches his attention

。He intendedly closes his book loudly for you to hear

。Your eyes lit up as you think he's finished

。Turning to him, he quickly bites on the other side of your pocky

Xingqiu has a scary stare to you but still patiently waits for you to continue. Oh? So he is ready to leave you all alone for the precious book he was reading but he can't get over his jealousy when you don't pay attention to him anymore? Xingqiu is such a difficult person to comprehend... You're confused for a good amount of time before biting and get closer, feeling your face heats up. His eyes close as if to enjoy this as he does the same. His arms slowly get to pull you closer, leaving you completely flushed. You take another bite- only for him to cheat a bit and take a bigger one. He opens his eyes and smiles dangerously to distract you before closing them again. His hot breath tickles your skin as he breaks the pocky to lure you in a kiss. As always: you're shy to be affectionate in public, so you struggly to resist and push him back before covering your face that is now as red as a tomato. He giggles and stands up, offering his hand to you and smirks "That's enough reading for today, let's go back! I hope you don't mind finishing that little game when we arrive."

[komoreangel]

𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐢𝐜 𝐬/𝐨

pairing: scaramouche x stoic!reader (who’s actually badass) 

scenario: most people think scaramouche is protective over you because you’re powerless to defend yourself. little do they know, messing with you could be one of the last things they ever do. 

request: Scaramouche with a stoic s/o who is actually really powerful 😅 Lol I'm a simp for this short king 😩(aren’t we all)

genre: reader absolutely bodying some poor treasure hoarders along with scaramouche fawning over them at the end because ‘omg look at you ~~~ ripping apart your enemies :D’

scaramouche adored you 

 he really did

even though you weren’t all that expressive, he knew you loved him and that was enough

one thing he loved about you was how tricky it was to fluster you 

of course he tried every day (like the little shit he is) 

but it didn’t often work, as you would just ignore him and go back to resting your head in his lap 

(i mean that’s what he wanted anyway but he’s not going to let you know that) 

another thing he loved about you was how while you seemed to come off as explicitly neutral and ‘blank’ 

you could absolutely beat the crap out of anyone who dared to cross you 

and while he didnt mind protecting you he was glad you could defend yourself

dating a fatui harbinger meant that lots of enemies could go for you instead of him 

this had originally bothered him, until your proved to him you were capable of taking care of yourself

by beating the shit out of him

did he find that attractive? yes maybe 

it may or may not have been the reason he started liking you in the first place

anyway

you two were staying in liyue to deal with aftermath of childe’s attempt to flood the harbor 

the treasure hoarders were a bit pissed with the fatui at the moment and scaramouche had to go teach them a lesson settle things down

you were awaiting his return as you sat in his tent, reading a book you’d brought with you

it was really quite interesting and-

you heard footsteps outside the tent

normally you would just assume it was some fatui agents scara had left behind

but this felt different

the treasure hoarders weren’t organized, so there’s no way they’d have the means to assemble an-

“i think they’re in here!” 

an ambush 

you quickly snapped your book closed and grabbed the spear that was resting on the side of the tent

and then you laid down on your cot

when they finally busted into the tent, they found no soldiers, no traps

just the scaramouche’ s/o, dozing off in a sleeping bag

“well this should be easy then, we’ll rub ‘em out and no one will ever know we were here!”  

you snapped your eyes open 

“that’s right boys, no one will ever know you were here” 

you pull your spear from what seems to be out of nowhere and pin the first intruder to the ground

he gulps and winces, preparing for death

surprisingly, you pick him up by the shirt and-

kick him in the stomach, sending him flying out of the tent

at this, the other trespassers come storming in

lucky for you, they can only come in one at a time, as the tent isn’t that big 

you punch the first one in the chin, causing him to double over clutching his face 

the next two are a bit easier, as you quickly whack the back of their heads with the spear handle 

one by one, you take them all down, until there aren’t any left

ugh, what an ordeal, you think to yourself as you set down your spear and drag your unconscious attackers to a nearby cliff

you intended on throwing them off, but you really didn’t need that blood on your hands

besides, that might disrupt the job scara came here to do, and you didn’t want to frustrate him 

you began to wash your hands and clothes, trying to get the dirt and blood out of them

sure, you hand’t killed anyone, but your spear was sharp enough to ward them off, wasn’t it?

you took off your coat to start cleaning it when someone came up behind you and pressed their hand over your eyes

you quickly punched your captor in the gut, causing them to let you go

unlike the others they didnt double over in pain, though

grabbing them by the shirt and pulling them to you, you realized it was-

scaramouche

“oh, its you.” 

you let him go, much to the surprise of the fatui member that had accompanied him 

“my bad for trying to surprise you” he said, an attempt at appeasing the underling behind him

you punched his shoulder in mock retaliation 

“oh, first you sucker punch me, and then my shoulder? how rude of you” 

he was teasing 

as usual 

you really just wanted to go back to sleep, so you made a beeline for the tent

he noticed this and followed you soon after 

you were laying down on the floor instead of your cot, so he went over and sat beside you 

he laid on top of you (despite your groaning for him to get off) and wrapped his arms around your shoulders 

“i’m sorry i wasn’t there for you” 

he says it so quietly, it’s almost impossible to hear

but you know what he means and stop protesting against his embrace

you let him cuddle you and press kisses to your forehead  

it was his way of apologizing 

your eyelids began to droop, you were about to fall asleep any second

“go ahead, rest. i’ll be here when you wake up,” is the last thing you hear before falling asleep. 

a/n: i love scaramouche so much kfjhgdnfg mihoyo please playable scaramouche i beg + thank you to the anon who requested this :3 (requests are currently still open so if you have one head to the ask box :] ) 

[nixcwen]

sweet things kuroo'd do for you...

request by anon: 103 followers | a little present for y/n's presence ♡

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You didn't know if you'd call it best friend privilege because yes, he's very caring as evident with the way he treats Kenma as well as his team, but there are things that Kuroo only does for you and you alone. Is it too bad to assume something?

Well, you realized, it's only bad for you anyways. It was you who suffers from nervousness every time he's in close proximity. It was you who basks in happiness when you think of him, it was also you who mopes in sadness when you think that he's not for you. How could you stop that though? When he acts like you're in a relationship, you possibly can't.

You're going to review for a quiz so you stopped by at the library to read for a while. Since you are in the same class as Kuroo, he came with you for the same reason. You actually kind of want to distance yourself when you can, just to try and live your life without him because basically, your world revolves around Kuroo.

But there he goes again- only 2 times more clingy than ever.

"Think that'll be helpful?" He stood behind you, so close your bodies were touching. He reached for a book and brought it down your face, showing you the title.

"Ah- I guess?" You answered absent-mindedly. You stared at the title of the book before looking and walking away. Which... Kuroo didn't appreciate.

"Stop right there, Kitten." You halted, looking back at him with innocent eyes as if you don't know what you did to make him use a serious tone.

When he was close enough, Kuroo pulled your wrist, embracing you the moment your bodies bumped against each other. He rested his chin on your head before asking in a hushed voice, "Are you angwy at me?"

You pulled away with wide eyes, only to be welcomed by his pouting face. "I'm sorry, okay?"

In the corner of the library, as if you were a secret couple, Kuroo dropped a kiss to your cheek, then to the other. Until he just softly peppered kisses to every corner of your face, trying to soothe your non-existent anger.

A few seconds after, he detached from you and rummaged through his bag bringing out a small box.

"I bought this since I thought of my chibi-chan when I saw it-" he got the silver ring shaped like the sea's wave that rests inside the box- "is this enough as my apology gift?"

Here goes what you label as the best friend privilege, the touch, the words, and the gifts. He does them for you but never for the other. So, how are you going to stop falling for him when he's like this?

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headcanons [a little surprise for you!]

as an introverted person, after knowing Kuroo for years, you were already able to open up to him. not including your new-found feelings of course.

your stubborness is a trait he associates with Kenma, he thought the both of you would be good friends, which he was on point. Kenma and you would team up just to tease him sometimes.

being a nature liking and chill on the couch kind of person makes you mismatched, but a match nevertheless. it is for the reason that he has a life opposite of yours. after the exhausting practices and games, he'd find you, be back in your arms, his sanctuary.

therefore, I conclude that the both of you are a perfect match! 💕

[hoodieofholland]

hey love. I’m obsessed with mob!tom - could you write something where mob Tom and the reader have a really big fight and Tom says something that was really mean and reader storms out and doesn’t come back until late and night and Tom is super worried :) at the beginning angst and at the end fluff.

I actually asked other writers too to write this a while ago but nobody does it and I found your account now and I’m so in love with your writing you are super talented <3

Sorry if my English is not really good- it’s not my first language

A/n: dear anon, you were reading my mind! I was actually procrastinating with a draft of some angst with mob!tom for a while, and you just motivated me to write it again hahah im obsessed with mob!tom too btw, no shame on this lol. Thanks for requesting, hope you like it!

Masterlist Request/tell me your thoughts on this

Warnings bellow the cut!

Warnings: angst, language, mention of gun.

You throw your purse over the table as you storm inside the house, walking up to your room with a stern face, straightened back and confident steps, without saying a word. Tom watched you from behind, sighing as he knew what was about to come - you were pissed.

He followed you slowly, not wanting to hurry the fight that was about to come. He knew pretty well what he has done tonight, but wasn’t planning on apologize, as he was also sure he wasn’t wrong about it.

By the time he reached the main room, you were already in the closet, taking off your jewels and putting them inside their boxes. “Baby”, he called you, but you didn’t raise your head.

Your gesturing was obviously stating your humor - or the lack of it. You wasn’t being so careful with the expensive belongings, as you always made sure to be.

“Baby”, Tom tried again, sighing this time, “Can you at least tell me what the hell did I do?”

That was the breakpoint. You lifted your head to look at him sternly. “Seriously? You gonna really act like you don’t know?”

He snorts, running a hand through his brown curls. “I mean, I know. I just don’t get why you’re so upset about it”

You laugh humorless. “I’m upset ‘cause you fucking treated me like a doll, Tom. That’s why I’m upset about it!”

“What?”, he snapped, narrowing his eyes. “What the fuck, I just told that asshole of a waiter to get his shit together instead of eye-fucking you. For God’s sake, what’s wrong with that?”

"Well, maybe the fact that you made a scene in front of the manager because you were jealous?" You shout, shaking your hands. "Should I tell you the obvious fact that this man is probably fired now because of your speech?".

Tom was growing mad. He couldn't believe you were defending the guy who was flirting with you the whole dinner.

Turns out that what was supposed to be a calm and relaxing dinner quickly became something distasteful, as Tom took notice of the waiter that was serving your table that night looking at you with a dumb smile on his face the entire time. He could even see the guy talking to some other workers about you, staring at you like you were some kind of meal. So Tom did what he thought was right - he made it very clear that you were his girl and a employee shouldn't be looking at you like that.

"I don't give a single fuck if he's unemployed right now. He should take this as a lesson to not disrespect you or any other woman in his workplace", Tom said, undoing his tie and throwing it in anywhere in the wardrobe. He was tired and pissed with the whole situation - and, more important, with you, for making a big deal out of it.

"Disrespect me, or disrespect you, Tom?", you snap, eyes wide with anger. "Cause it didn't look like you were worried about me. Cause all I wanted was a peaceful dinner with my boyfriend, who actually never seems to be available to me, and you made it pretty hard for me to enjoy, just because you were mad for a guy possibly be flirting with your girl! Like I fucking belonged to you!"

"Oh, fuck off, y/n", he hissed, walking past the closet's door and going straight to the bathroom. "It's obvious I'd be pissed for the it too. You're my girl, and I don't think it's nice if other man look at you like that! Don't act like you've never done it too".

You followed him, yelling next. "Shit, you're unbelievable! What is it? Nobody can look at Tom Holland's girl? Because you're the great motherfucker mobster and I'm your fucking prize?"

Tom turned his body to glance at you again. He pointed a finger at you, eyes serious and penetrating. "I've never said it. That's not how I see this".

"Oh, really? So you care to explain me why do you keep doing that? We barely spend time together now, Tom, and when we finally get to have a nice night out, you make sure to state that I'm yours and that no other man can lay an eye on me", you sniff, unable to keep the cracked voice from coming out and show how upset you felt about it. "I don't like to feel that I'm waiting for you like a goddamn doll, Tom".

"Well, darling, I'm sorry if I'm not being enough, but that's how real world works", his voice is cold and he is avoiding looking into your eyes, his jaw clenched in a way that make it clear that he's not satisfied with the conversation's rumor. "I made it pretty clear when we first met that my job doesn't allow me to be here the entire time, so what the fuck do you expect me to do? Or do you think that this nice house and the maids, and all the fucking jewels I give you come for free? Tell me, y/n, what the hell you want from me?"

You watch his usually soft features whenever you were around turning into the one he used with his men. The veins in his neck visible, his pupils huge and thin lips trembling with anger. Tom has never spoken to you that way, and you could feel the pressure on your chest with the pain from his harsh words.

A couple of tears rolled down your cheeks and you were quick to rub them away with the back of your hand. Noticing the way you pressed your lips together lightly, Tom's face softened and he realized his posture and tone.

"I don't- I don't know, Tom", you say in a low, croaky voice. "Think I just wanted us to be a couple. I'm truly sorry if that's too much to ask you for".

His heart pained at your words and he took a few steps in your direction. "Darling, no, that's not what I-"

You stopped him, putting your arm in front of you and shaking your head. "No, that's exactly what you wanted to say. I don't know what I had in mind when we started dating, nor what I was thinking when I agreed to move in here, but I don't want to be between you and your job anymore".

He stared at you, unaware of what you were about to do, thinking about what to say. He didn't want to fight with you like that, but didn't want you to think that what you've said is true neither.

You walked past him and straight to the closet again, picking up your suitcase and grabbing a few clothes from the wardrobe. Tom watched you for a few seconds, startled, and then started to panic.

"What are you doing?"

You ignored him, trying to think what you'd possibly need to get to stay out tonight. You could get the rest of your things later, but right now you just wanted to get out of that house.

"Y/n, love, what are you doing?" He asked in desperation, reaching your arm and trying to pull you away from the wardrobe, but you just shrugged his touch off.

"What does it look like? I'm leaving, Tom! If you can't conciliate our relationship with your job, then I guess I have nothing to do here anymore". You say through gritted teeth.

"What?!" He breathed out. "Darling, you can't leave like-"

"Don't you fucking call me darling!"

Tom stops and stares at you, blinking. His mouth is agape, trying to get his thoughts together. You didn't stop packing, and when he saw the determination in your actions, he simply couldn't contain the anger growing on his chest.

"Know what? Go. Leave me! Get the fuck out of this house. I don't fucking care!" He yelled, and you jumped slightly at the sound of his guttural voice.

You wiped some of new tears and nodded once, not minding to get anything else as you closed your suitcase and walked out of the room, hands shaking from the emotions you were so hardly trying to refrain.

But before you could step out of the room and go down on the stairs, you turn around to see he stagnant at the same spot. "Fuck you, Tom. You can take all this damn jewelry. Take this, the clothes, and everything else you bought me. If I can't have you, these don't mean a single thing to me. I'm not a fucking doll, Tom".

You left, and he couldn't move for minutes straight.

*********

The night passed by and Tom didn't hear from you. He checked his phone more times than he liked to admit, but you didn't answer any calls, any messages. Nothing. He didn't even realize what time he fell asleep on the couch, waiting for some sort of sign from you, but in the morning, when he rolled out of it, his heart pounded in his chest at the realization that you were nowhere to be seen.

He asked Harrison, his best mate and the second person you most chatted with in the house, if he has seen you, but he didn't have anything. So Tom waited, trying to focus on his work for the morning and the evening, as he thought that maybe you just wanted some time to think clearer. He regretted saying those things to you already, knowing that none of that was true. Obviously he did care if you were there in the morning. He wanted to wake up with you by his side like every other day. It was all that mattered for him after all. Not the money, not the jewel, not the house. It all didn't make sense when you weren't there.

And he felt so sick thinking that you truly believed he was seeing you as a prize, as a doll that would stand beautifully waiting for him at the end of the day. He knew he should have persisted and said that you weren't right, that he loved you so much that he could take a bullet for you, right on his chest. He'd do anything for you, but didn't seem to know how to put that in words when it comes to a fight.

"Fuck!" He shouted when alone in his office, hands collapsing on the desk. It was past seven at night and he hadn't heard from you. A whole fucking day. He asked Harrison to send the men to look for you. He wouldn't force you coming back home, but he needed to be sure you were alright.

All the bad thoughts he could have were now successfully running through his mind and driving him nuts. He thought that maybe some rival mobster could have laid eyes on you, all by yourself, and tried to do something. You could be in serious danger right now, and Tom wouldn't forgive himself if that was the case.

He took a drink. He needed to clear his mind as time was passing by and his men didn't have any information about you. Your phone would be filled with unanswered calls from him, even voicemail telling you he was sorry and would do anything if you only called him back to say you were doing fine.

"Please, love, if you're listening to it... fuck, I'm so fucking sorry. I never intended to hurt you. I'm a dumbass, and you don't have to forgive me, but, please, just let me know you're fine and I'll give you your time. Just- please. I need to hear from you, y/n", he recorded, a drink on his hand and the other holding his phone firmly.

When it was 9pm, he decided he was going out to look for you himself. He just couldn't sit there waiting for a call or for his men do to something - he needed to take that pressure of his chest and no one was helping.

He took his gun, called Harrison and a few more man before heading to the living room.

"Alright, we have a few more places left" Tom started his instructions, while shoving his gun at the back of his trousers. "Harrison and I are going to her family's house. You two check in her old friend's place. Doesn't matter how far it is, I don't want you two to come back until you've looked through that fucking town-"

"Tom", Harrison cut him off, coughing a bit to get his attention. He was about to snap at him, when he followed his gaze.

And there you were, standing at the door frame in the living room, a confused expression on your face as you tried to understand what was going on in the middle of the room. Usually, Tom never had meetings in any other area than the conference room.

"What's going on?", you asked bluntly, and Tom releases a deep and relieved breath, so audible that you couldn't not take notice of.

"God, you're here", he breathed out, walking towards you in large steps. You were still mad, but also so confused with his reaction that you couldn't stop him from holding you tightly in his arms. "Fuck, darling, where were you?".

Besides his words being a bit harsh, his voice was soft and caring, worried if anything. He didn't let go of you first, kissing the top of your head for a long minute.

Harrison smiled a little seeing the both of you and dismissed the men out of the room, leaving the two of you alone.

"Sorry, you don't need to explain", Tom shook his head and pulled away to look at you. His eyes were bloodshot and tired, a dark circle around it. He brushed your cheeks with the pad of his thumb and furrowed. "Are you okay, though?"

"Yeah, I am- but what was going on?", you insisted.

Tom cupped your face on his hands, still not believing that you were there again. "I was so fucking worried. I thought that something was off, you didn't answer any of my messages or calls... I was heading to a drive with my men to look for you".

You blink a few times, startled that Tom was so concerned all this time.

"I was in a hotel room, actually", you chew in your lower lip, kind of ashamed that you put him through such a concern. "Needed to be alone for a time, so I turned my phone off".

Tom pressed his forehead against yours. "It doesn't matter anymore, darling. It was all my fault", his voice was croaky and you felt your heart pounding inside your chest. "I should never have said those things to you-"

"It's alright, Tom-"

"No, it's not", he shook his head. "Cause it was all lies. I do fucking care if you leave me. I wouldn't stand being away from you, my love. You're everything, everything. And you're right, I don't spend much time with you, and it eats me alive, cause that's what makes me happy, being around you. All I ever wanted was to make you happy, sweetheart. I'm so fucking sorry if I haven't shown you how much you mean to me..."

"Shhh, Tom", you closed your eyes, hugging him by the neck and bringing him closer. "It's okay, I know it. I wasn't thinking straight too, I know you don't treat me like that. I was just too pissed, and yeah, I'd like to spend more time together, but it's alright that you don't-"

He cut you by a sweet kiss pressed on your lips, "Nothing is more important for me than you. I was too mad with that thing in the restaurant to say it right away, but I'll try harder. I'm gonna be here with you, no matter what. Work can wait".

You sigh and pull him closer, breathing his comforting scent.

"My lovely girl", Tom sighs and smile a bit. "You scared the hell out of me".

"You deserved it, idiot" you said and he laughed quietly.

"I love you, darling", he stroked your back, hiding his face in the crock of your neck. "Always".

"Love you too, Tommy".

You spent the rest of the night together, having a nice and cozy dinner at home. Tom never smiled wider than that night, and the following others were fulfilled with his promise - there was always time in your day to spend alone with your boyfriend.

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You are far too sweet to send this, and my apologies for sitting on this so long without replying! I will definitely be continuing the game and appearing as a loving anon in ask boxes soon. In the meantime, here's a little ficlet of thank you.

As a bit of background, I've been watching Centaurworld recently and this song (Rider's Lullaby) has been stuck in my head for days. So I thought I'd give it a bit of a twist and let the horses of Kaer Morhen have it.

Lullaby of the Wolf

Winters weren't a time of rest for just Witchers. Their trusted companions on the perilous Path were also granted some much needed rest. Roach and Scorpion went years back, familiar enough with each other that Roach's disdain and Scorpion's less desirable personality traits no longer caused problems. They could even be housed in neighbouring stalls which was a major breakthrough on an especially cold winter. All the same, it was a welcome surprise when a bay gelding separated them.

"You're not the prickly bastard's," Roach sniffed daintily.

"My rider travels with him. They call me Nettle. Because I'm a pain in the butt."

There was a snort from Roach and Scorpion laughed heartily at that.

"Bossman called me Scorpion because I stung his pride. He really hoped for a nice juicy steak as his surprise."

Roach dryly cut in, "He should have eaten you anyway, probably would if he could understand you."

Nettle, rather wisely, decided not to comment on that. Or the colourful swearing Scorpion went off on about how a full blooded stallion like him was...actually, Nettle tuned it out in favour of watching a goat trot into the stable and give him a hard stare.

"Prickly's mate is staying, teach him."

Which was how Nettle spent the rest of winter learning the way of a Wolf Witcher's horse. Though he was a Cat Witcher's steed, he was deemed worthy of being brought into the fold. Namely, the lullaby. While horses' singing wasn't audible to humans, Witcher or not, it still seemed to help. Not only did it seem to soothe the Witchers, it helped the horses too, gave them something to focus on outside the wild panic of the situation at hand.

Despite none of them being exceptionally gifted in the way of singing, they all joined in, their soft voices joining to make a chorus.

"Where did the song come from?"

"The old one's mule taught us. Who was taught by the mule before," Roach explained.

The goat, Lil Bleater, chipped in. "It's been passed down generations. Sometimes the old one still hums it. Especially when he's been left by his pups each spring."

That wasn't something Nettle ever heard. But he dutifully memorised the song and even sang it softly under his breath on the way down the mountain, where his human and his mate were tense, as worried as they were on the way up. The others had been right, though they couldn't hear the song, they both relaxed whenever Nettle sang.

It was pure luck that the prickly one's payment for a contract was a horse. She was black, had a tendency to be lame when she didn't want to do something and was, inevitably, named Bitch. Even if she was the nicest horse Nettle had ever met.

"You're a Wolf Witcher's horse now," he told her in the evening as they were left to graze on the sparse grass. "There's some things you need to learn."

Travelling together, Nettle taught Bitch the song. She was definitely suspicious at first.

"Just go lame, they won't pull you in the direction of danger. It's much easier."

Nettle laughed at that. "Their job is to go into danger. And ours is to follow. This is what we can do for them. Carry them, be there for them when nobody else wants to be. It's not much but sometimes we're the only thing they have. It's an honour."

So together they sang and Bitch learned to be brave. She appreciated not being coerced into things, no forceful shoving, no smacks. A lot of cursing and name calling, even a threat of being eaten if she didn't get with the programme but it was all empty words. The underlying impression she got from her prickly owner was that he cared and that was his problem. Because his fragile heart couldn't bear the idea of more senseless loss. Everyone knew the fate of those who got close to a Witcher, human, horse, goat, they all eventually died. But Bitch grew fond of him, she sang the song Nettle had taught her the first night they were alone. Nettle and his Witcher had to head off, she didn't pay much attention to the reason, her main concern was her prickly one and his sudden sullen coldness. It seemed Nettle had been right, Witcher sometimes only had their horses.

They'd been alone together for weeks. Human settlements came and went, monsters too. Her job was to make sure her human got from one place to the next and, sometimes, she kicked up a fuss still, limping in an effort to get him to rest. Despite her best efforts he was still miserable, obviously missing the company of his mate even when he vehemently denied the need for anything but solitude.

Trust was an easy thing to earn. Bitch was content to follow her new owner, following after him obediently. Though his job was as odds with her nature, he had yet to lead her wrong. And she no longer gave him grief either, only insisting on breaks when he needed them too. At least, that was what she told herself until she heard a soft baritone shakily singing.

"You're okay, you're alright, I'll never ever leave your side."

The voice buckled, a soft "I'm sorry" that most certainly wasn't part of the song whispered before continuing, "I will stay and I will fight with you."

Stomping her feet, Bitch pulled at her reins. It had her prickly owner cursing and pulling back, trying to get her to follow along. However, they weren't moving towards the song and Bitch wasn't going to let this go. Rearing up, the yanked her reins free and started off at a canter towards the voice. She ignored the cursing and yelling from behind, trusting her Witcher to follow. Off the path, she crashed into a clearing where a dark horse was curled around a large body. As she clattered to a halt, the horse snorted defensively, ears pinned back.

"If you know what's good for you, you fuck off right now," he snarled. The smell of blood made Bitch shift uncomfortably.

"The song! I know it!" As she approached, the other horse snorted in warning and slowly got to his feet, standing protectively over the barely conscious Witcher.

Though Bitch tried to sing the song, the other horse pawed at the ground. He would have no trouble running her down, they both knew it. Before he could charge though, Bitch's Witcher tumbled into the clearing and blinked once.

"Fucking hell Eskel, what the bloody tits have you done?" There was no hesitation as he barged up to the body and gave the large horse a two handed shove with a growled "move it".

"He's mine," Bitch said, plain and simple. "I've not had him long but he's a good man."

"I know, Prickly is part of Bossman's herd. Didn't think Prickly ever really wanted a steed."

"He didn't. But he got me anyway. Calls me Bitch."

"Nice. I go by Scorpion." The dark horse trotted closer, turning to look at his human with sadness. "I wouldn't do anything to help. I'm glad you brought Prickly here."

They watched together as a camp was quickly set up, potions poured in the fallen Witcher's mouth and wounds tended to with gruff efficiency.

"We might as well settle in," Scorpion announced. "It'll be a couple of days at least before we get moving. And knowing these two, we'll stay in close quarters for a while yet. Welcome to the herd."

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Pairings: Tony Stark x daughter!reader, Peter Parker x Stark!reader (platonic)

Request: 

Hello i love your story could you do angsty tony x daughter reader. Wherein the reader has a twin brother and Tony and the avengers prefer the twin brother and becaus of that, the reader became rebel and badass. She always getting trouble and almost drop out student. The avengers and her father were seem disappointed and dont know what to do. Not until the reader involve into car accident and she's critical injured. The reader also slipped to coma. Everyone is devastated about the reader conditione. And they realized that the reader only rebel because she wants to get attention from them. It depends to you what the end come, I just want a full angst this week and I hope you dont mind my English. Anyway I hope your alright.

Word count: 1,627

A/n: (to anon: I’d like to apologize for not finishing this) I don’t think I have any intention to anymore tbh so- I’m just posting this for fun now lmaolmao

hella big update: the continued version is here!

Warnings: bad angst and writing hee hee. no I’m serious this is bad

gif not mine! credits to the owner^^

Being a genius/billionaire/superhero’s kid doesn’t always sound nice like it usually does.

You were one of the Stark twins, the other half being your brother, Ethan.

The both of you showed signs that you inherited the commonly known Stark trait (intelligence) at a young age. But Tony mostly focused on his son, showing him all his inventions and gadgets, teaching him everything he knew while you on the other hand, were being babysat by Happy or Pepper, sometimes Rhodey.

You tried so hard to get your father’s attention but he always had his excuses:

“I don’t have time for that.”

“I’m busy with Ethan right now.”

“Maybe later.”

At first you didn’t mind if your brother got all the praise and attention. It wasn’t until your mid-teens that you really started to feel left out and ignored.

You were left to frown when the other Avengers never found anything interesting about you, just like Tony did. They all liked Ethan better. The topic of him being the next Iron Man when Tony retires is getting exhausting.

There was this one time when Tony announced that they were all going out to dinner since Ethan got, yet again, a full set of A’s on his report card.

“Did you get my card?” You tapped on Tony’s shoulder lightly.

He gave you a side glance, “ah shoot, I forgot. I’ll go get it tomorrow.” Then returned his attention to your brother.

But he ended up forgetting again the next day and you had to convince your teacher to give it to you instead. Your marks had A’s, but littered with B’s as well, of course that was no match for your brother’s perfect marks.

And that sort of scenario wasn’t just a one time thing, Tony forgets to pick up your report card every. single. time. The messed up part was you and Ethan literally attended the same school, he was just in a more advanced class than you.

As time passed, Tony went from ignoring you to getting annoyed and pissed at you for everything you did. In his eyes, you were always in the wrong. And the reason? You didn’t know.

“Dad? Can I borrow Bruce for a minute?” You knocked on the glass door of his lab to get him to look up.

He didn’t, but responded, “kinda busy with him right now.”

You looked at your fractured arm, regretting your decisions. “W-well, Ethan was training with Nat, and... and he wanted to try the new moves he learned on me. He went a little hard and - I think my arm’s broken, I just wanted Bruce to check it out-”

“Goddammit!” He shouted after you heard a glass shatter. Bruce covered his face with palms, muttering an ‘oh no’.

Tony glared at you, striding to where you were standing. All that was left for you to do was to brace yourself for what was about to come. “See, this is why we never let you do anything with the team,” he spat. “That right there?”-he pointed to your arm-“that’s on you. Things go wrong because you’re in the way!”

“I’m... I’m sorry-”

“Just get out of here.”

Your arm remained untreated after that.

Then Peter Parker came into the picture. Friendly guy, he was actually nice to you. Him and Ethan got along right away when Tony first recruited him. The fact that he treated Peter better than you made you even more miserable. It made you think he never wanted a daughter in the first place.

You first met Peter when he accidentally entered your room without warning, thinking it was the bathroom. Cliche, but that’s what happened.

“It’s on the first door to your other left,” you stated.

“Yeah, yeah okay, thanks,” he turned around to leave but stopped to look at you again. “I’m Peter Parker, by the way.”

“Y/N Stark.”

Peter’s eyes lit up at your last name. “I... I didn’t know Mr. Stark had a daughter - no offense! It’s just-”

You sighed and waved him off. He didn’t even notice the similarities you had with your twin. “It’s fine. I get that a lot.”

After many events of being, to be blunt, treated like shit, you finally had enough. You neglected your studies, only went to school when you felt like it (which was rare). No one cared your grades anyway, so what’s the point? You became a whole new person, you surrounded yourself with the wrong sort of people, causing you to dabble into smoking and alcohol.

Since you were always in trouble, you could recite Cap’s detention speech at school by heart now.

The principal of your school wanted to see Tony to talk about your behavior. Normally he’d make an excuse not to go if it wasn’t that important but he got flooded with messages from the school, so he couldn’t say no.

You had your legs crossed, sitting across from Tony who had his eyebrows furrowed as he listened to the principal. For some reason you didn’t feel nervous. “Y/N barely attends her classes. I’ve seen every attendance. Are you aware of this, Mr. Stark?”

Tony only maintained his usual relaxed posture and avoided your gaze.

“Some students have also seen her smoke in school grounds. We gave her a few weeks suspension for it, but it doesn’t look like she’s learned her lesson.” They pulled out a couple boxes of cigarettes from the desk drawer. “We found these in her locker.”

“You went into my locker?” You shot up from your seat. “You can’t just do that!”

Tony cleared his throat and got up, gripping your wrist. “I’ll take it from here - will that be all?”

On the way out he doesn’t say a word to you, only that his grip on your wrist got tight as you near the car.

“So,” he started the car. His voice was calm, but it screamed that you were in deep trouble. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

You sighed and slouched in the passenger’s seat, crossing your arms. “I’m... sorry you had to know...?”

“Yeah, I’m just gonna be honest with you here,” Tony still doesn’t look at you. “When I found out I had two kids, I got worried about Ethan.”

You let out a snort. Of course he would.

“I didn’t want him ending up like me. But surprise surprise, my daughter did instead.”

“I’m not ‘ending up’ like you, Dad-”

“Then what do you call - this,” he referred to you. “What, you’re just gonna waste your life, drop out of school? You’re a fucking mess, Y/N, and here I thought I raised you right. Sometimes I think: why can’t you just be like your brother?” He had a hard grip on the steering wheel as he drove, the way he spoke affected the speed of the car greatly.

You opened your mouth to speak but you couldn’t fine the exact words you wanted to say. “I... well, I’m sorry I’m not a goody two shoes like him!”

“That’s not what I-”

“Please, that’s exactly what you meant.”

He scoffed, shaking his head. “Look, I’m grounding you until you pull yourself together, understand?” And he did. He gave new orders to Friday when the both of you got home. You weren’t allowed to leave the compound without Tony’s permission.

Were you giving up that easily? Of course not.

You were on your laptop for the rest of the day, hacking into Friday’s system, the security to the elevator and the entrance. That night, your executed your plan and everything went smoothly.

“This is why you never underestimate me,” you sighed, deactivating the hack once you were out of the building. 

Your friend who was picking you up was already waiting a few blocks away from the compound. “I hope you’re cool with me staying over for a couple days.”

“If a bunch of Avengers come and destroy my place to look for you, I’m not going to be friends with you anymore.”

You laughed at out, “oh trust me, they don’t care.”

----

The next day no one noticed your absence, nobody did for another two days. Tony just assumed you were mad about your punishment, so he didn’t think of it much.

Not until Peter came to the compound on the third day, wanting to hang out with you.

“Whatcha got there, Pete?” Ethan asked.

“Star Wars movies. I wanna watch them with Y/N - she could use some company, don’t you think?”

The older Stark twin shrugged, “yeah, I guess she could.”

Peter then headed to the elevator and stopped at the floor where your room was. He knocked on your door and waited a bit, after a few minutes of silence he knocked again, still nothing.

“Y/N? Is it okay if I come in?” He called out. No response. He hesitated a bit, for all he knew you were probably changing or something, or you could be in danger. He went to open the door anyway. “I’m coming in, I’ll close my eyes just to be-”

To Peter’s surprise, your room was empty.

----

You were at a 711 parking lot, waiting for your friends who were buying supplies for a house party. You gave them your wallet, not really caring about anything anymore. Your phone was starting to pile up with messages and missed calls from Tony, Edward and Peter, occasionally from the others as you scrolled pass more.

Without thinking you threw your phone to the ground, cracking the screen, breaking it completely. They’d be able to track you through it now that they know you ran away. You really had no intention of coming back. You weren’t wanted, what’s the point of going back?