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Hey! If your taking requests, I love your work so much and I had an idea I would really love to see how you execute it.
So it would be with Tony Stark, and if its okay Male!Reader, but not romantic, the reader is a teen who is a product of some old fling Tony had and after being poorly taken care of by his mom (whatever that inclines you to write, abuse, bad boyfriend, alcoholism etc.) She dumps him off at stark tower with a note and what little belongings the reader has and his birth certificate to Tony for him to take care of. And the rest of what happens from there is up to you! Basically heavy on the found family troupe, and a little angst with some good fluff. The reader can be from 16-18 still in high school. He has Tony's sarcastic humor and smarts, but he nodes his intelligence because his mom never really helped him appreciate it, basically one of those kids that gets straight A's without seemingly trying and looking kind of stupid, the reader is quiet and a bit cold but that's because of how he was raised, and isn't one to share how he's feeling. If you can do this I'd be so thankful, if not its completely understandable, I hope I gave you enough creative liberty to make it fun, I know it'll be great if you do write it! Again I love your fics so much and I can't wait to read more of what you have!!đâș
LEGACY
‷ ANTHONY âTONYâ E. STARK
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Pairing: Anthony âTonyâ E. Stark x male!reader
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Genre: platonic!, a lot of angst and some fluff
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Request from: normal request
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Story type: one shot
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Word count: 5.5k
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Summary: literally what the ask said
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TW(s): mentions of abusive household and rader feeling like people keep abandoning him
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Your whole life, youâve never known stability. The cramped apartments, the ever-shifting walls painted in hues of desperation, are as familiar to you as your own skin. Youâre seventeen now, but you still feel like youâre stuck in this never-ending carousel of uncertainty and survival. Your momâwhoâs always been more into herself than anyone elseâhas a way of shoving her problems under the rug, sweeping you along with the mess until youâre barely holding it together.
Her boyfriendâif you could even call him thatâis the latest problem. Travis is the kind of guy who doesnât need to say much to make his point clear. Itâs in the way he takes up space, fills every room with his presence, making himself the center of your lives as if itâs his right. He started coming around when you were fourteen, and itâs only gotten worse. You know he hates you, and he doesnât even try to hide it. To him, youâre a nuisance, some extra baggage he never asked for, and heâs got no problem reminding you of that. Your sarcasm and quick wit, the things that make you, you, are just more reasons for him to snap, roll his eyes, or call you ungrateful.
Your momâs always beenâŠcomplicated. Youâve known that since you were little, watching her go from one relationship to another, always searching for some kind of validation she never seems to find. She calls herself a free spirit, but itâs like sheâs just drifting, lost in a fog of her own making. She can be fun, sure, when things are good. There were even moments when you thought she really loved you. But as time went on, you learned to read the signs: the distant glances, the subtle irritations, the way she avoids looking at you for too long, as if youâre some kind of mirror she doesnât want to face.
Itâs your intelligence that bugs her the most, you think. You see through her, every lie, every excuse, every careless decision. And she knows it. Itâs like looking into a warped mirrorâshe can see pieces of herself in you, but youâre everything sheâs never been: sharp, observant, with a mind that doesnât let things slide. And it grates on her.
The fights get worse as you grow older, each one escalating faster than the last. Your sarcasm is your armor, your way of dealing with the endless cycle of disappointment. But every quip, every clever retort, only makes her angrier. You can tell she hates that she canât control you, canât manipulate you the way she does with everyone else in her life. She calls you difficult, a burden, a mistake she shouldâve never had. You donât let it show, but each word leaves a scar, another reminder that youâre on your own.
Then one day, itâs too much. Travis and your mom are fightingâagain. Itâs loud, voices echoing in the small apartment, and youâre in your room, trying to block it out like usual. But this time, you hear your name. Youâve been in this situation enough to know thatâs never a good sign. So, you stay quiet, waiting, listening.
âYou know heâs not even mine, right?â Travis snaps, his voice dripping with frustration. âWhy do I have to put up with this kid? Heâs not my responsibility!â
âYou think I donât know that?â Your momâs voice is strained, like sheâs barely holding on herself. âIâve triedâGod, Iâve triedâbut heâs justâŠheâs too much. I canât handle it anymore.â
Thereâs a pause, and for a second, you think maybe sheâll say something else, something that makes it sound like she cares. But the words never come.
âThen get rid of him,â Travis says, so bluntly that it leaves a chill in the air. âYouâve got the kidâs birth certificate. Drop him off at his real dadâs. Heâs rich, isnât he? Let him deal with the brat.â
You donât move. You barely breathe. But deep down, you already know this is it. Thereâs no fighting it this time, no clever comment to deflect whatâs happening. Sheâs made her choice, and itâs not you.
The next morning, sheâs silent as she hands you an envelope. Thereâs no apology, no excuse, just a look that tells you sheâs already gone, checked out of whatever shred of motherhood she once claimed to have. You donât even ask where youâre going; you know the answer as soon as you see the address on the piece of paper.
Stark Tower.
It feels like a final act of cruelty, really. The man sheâs always refused to talk about, the one figure in your life whoâs only ever been a name, and now heâs your last option. Tony Stark. Genius, billionaire, Avenger. And, apparently, your father.
You stand outside Stark Tower with a single bag of your things and that stupid piece of paperâthe birth certificate thatâs somehow supposed to mean youâre his problem now. You feel like youâre stuck in some cosmic joke, a punchline to a story you didnât even know you were a part of. Thereâs no going back, though. Thatâs clear enough.
So, you take a deep breath, adjust your bag on your shoulder, and walk through the doors.
Tony doesnât even get a chance to process it at first. One moment heâs sipping coffee in his lab, deep in the flow of something unnecessarily complex thatâs keeping his mind busy, and the next, Pepper is calling him down to the lobby. She sounds irritated, stressedâlike maybe itâs his fault, which Tony wouldnât be surprised by, honestly. He heads down, muttering about "another hero here to tell me how to do my job."
Then he sees you.
Youâre leaning against the glass wall, wearing an expression thatâs somehow familiar yet entirely alien to him. Itâs not hard to recognize the mix of defiance and exhaustion in your eyes; heâs spent years perfecting that look himself. But the shock doesnât really hit until you hand him the birth certificate. Your name and his, right there in black and white, unavoidably real.
For once in his life, Tony Stark is speechless.
âSeventeen years,â he mutters, mostly to himself. âAnd now youâre here becauseâŠ?â
You shrug, clearly unimpressed. âMom didnât want me anymore, and apparently, youâre my dad. So⊠here I am. Congratulations.â
Youâre blunt, almost cruel in the way you say it, like you donât expect anything from him and donât care if you get it. But he canât look away from you. For the first time in a long time, heâs out of his depth. Heâs had seventeen years to know this was possible, maybe even inevitable, but standing in front of you, he realizes heâs never prepared himself for this. Heâs never thought about what it would mean to actually be a father.
Yet here you are, standing in front of him with your motherâs words still hanging over you, and he can see the weight you carry in the way your shoulders are always tense, the way your eyes donât quite meet his.
âWell, kid,â he says after a beat, plastering on his most confident smile, âlooks like youâve officially joined the Stark family. Thereâs no going back now.â
Over the next few days, Tony throws himself into fatherhood with all the enthusiasm of someone tackling a new, challenging invention. Heâs reading parenting books, taking advice from anyone whoâll give it, and trying desperately to crack the code of how to be a âcool dad.â He lets you explore Stark Tower freely, offers you access to his entire workshop, and even builds you a custom tablet, âStark-style,â he brags, with enough advanced tech to impress even the most skeptical teenager.
He talks to you about science, testing your knowledge and realizing with a mix of pride and horror that youâre nearly as sharp as he was at seventeen. He tries to make jokes, throwing out sarcastic one-liners he assumes will win you over. Sometimes, he even manages to get a smirk out of you. But thatâs as far as it ever goes.
Every attempt he makes is met with your icy wall, a defense mechanism built after years of disappointment and neglect. You listen, nod occasionally, but never laugh or even show interest. The most he ever gets out of you is a dry, deadpan âcool,â which is enough to keep him going but never enough to satisfy him.
Tony tries not to take it personally, but itâs hard. Youâre right there, his kid, yet youâre worlds away, keeping him at armâs length as if heâs just another adult you canât trust. He catches glimpses of the sarcasm, the intelligence, but itâs wrapped up in layers of resentment and guarded detachment. Youâre always cool, always distant, and he knows why, but that doesnât make it any easier.
One evening, he sits you down with a grin, tossing a shiny, compact device into your hands. Itâs sleek, metallicâone of his newer designs.
âMini reactor prototype. Youâd be the first to use it.â He says it with pride, like heâs giving you something no one else in the world could get.
You look at it for a moment, then at him. âCool,â you say again, but your voice is flat, unimpressed. You set it on the table between you without another glance.
Tonyâs grin falters, and he lets out a frustrated laugh. âYouâre a tough crowd, you know that?â
You just shrug, giving him that practiced blank stare heâs come to know well. Heâs finally reaching his breaking point. âYâknow, Iâm trying here,â he says, exasperated. âIâm trying to⊠I donât know, connect. Be⊠whatever it is you need me to be. But youâre acting like Iâm just another stranger.â
You pause, considering him for a moment, and something shifts in your expressionâlike maybe, for just a second, you see his effort. But then your face goes neutral again, back to that familiar shield.
âMaybe thatâs because you are,â you reply, voice quiet, almost too soft for him to hear.
Tony feels the blow, but he hides it with a forced chuckle. âFair enough,â he says, though thereâs a sting in his voice. âI canât change the past, but⊠Iâm here now. Iâm not gonna just⊠walk away.â
The words linger between you, both of you knowing the weight they carry. Youâve heard promises like this before. Youâve heard them from your mother, from people who were supposed to care, and each one of those promises had turned hollow, leaving you more alone than before. So, when Tony looks at you with genuine sincerity, with a hope that youâll give him a chance, all you can do is nod, burying any flicker of vulnerability.
As the weeks go on, Tony keeps trying. He brings you into the lab with him, walks you through his latest projects, even lets you experiment with some of the tech yourself. He drags you to burger joints at midnight, tries to coax out stories about school, hobbies, anything. Sometimes you let your guard slip, offering a sarcastic remark, a comment that makes him laughâbut the moment always passes too quickly, and youâre back behind that wall before he can push any further.
Heâs persistent, though, and thereâs a part of you that almost wants to give in, that wants to believe him. But your trust is a muscle you havenât used in so long, it feels impossible to start now. So, you keep him at bay, deflecting his kindness, giving him just enough to satisfy his efforts without letting him in.
Tony doesnât quit, though. He keeps showing up, every day, every night, and for the first time in your life, you donât feel like someoneâs just waiting for the moment they can leave.
Every morning, Tony insists on driving you to school, and itâs nothing short of a spectacle. He shows up outside Stark Tower in one of his many luxury cars, honking loudly, practically begging for attention. Itâs become a routine, one you canât escape no matter how many times you roll your eyes or tell him he doesnât have to do it. Heâs always got some snarky excuse, saying things like, âItâs my job as a dad,â or âI just want to see the kid off,â as if anyone believes he actually cares about high school protocol.
And everyone notices. Whispers trail behind you as you walk the halls, classmates youâve known for years suddenly gawking at you like youâre a different person. They donât know you as you anymore; they know you as Tony Starkâs kid. Itâs suffocating. Youâve spent your entire life trying to stay unnoticed, to blend into the background. Now, no matter where you go, everyoneâs waiting for you to crack a joke like him, to show off some kind of Stark-level genius.
Only one person seems to still see you, really see youâyour best friend, Sam. Youâve known him since middle school, back when everything was simpler, when no one knew or cared who your dad was. Heâs the only one who doesnât treat you any differently now, the only person you actually trust enough to talk to about any of this.
One afternoon, youâre sitting outside on the bleachers with Sam, trying to ignore the fact that Tonyâs car is already parked by the curb, waiting for you. The other students eye it like some exotic animal they donât quite understand, but you keep your head down, just hoping the day will end without any more awkward questions or judgmental stares.
Sam nudges you. âSo, uh⊠you still giving the old man the cold shoulder, huh?â
You sigh, avoiding his gaze. âIâm not giving him the cold shoulder. Iâm just⊠keeping my distance.â
He rolls his eyes. âDude, I see you with him every morning. The man looks like heâs about to recite the Gettysburg Address just to get a smile out of you. And youâre over here acting like he doesnât exist.â
You shift uncomfortably, crossing your arms. âHeâs only doing it because he feels obligated, Sam. Itâs Tony Stark. He doesnât actually care about me.â
Sam raises an eyebrow. âYou really believe that? You think heâs the kind of guy whoâd waste his time on someone he doesnât care about?â
You donât answer, but you can feel Samâs eyes on you, cutting through all your defenses. Heâs always been able to read you better than anyone, and right now, thatâs the last thing you want.
âHeâs trying, Y/N,â Sam continues, his voice softer. âLike, really trying. And I get it. I get that youâve been burned, but⊠maybe give him a chance? Just talk to him. Itâs not like heâs gonna run off if you tell him whatâs going on.â
You look away, jaw clenched as you try to shake off the knot of emotion tightening in your chest. You donât want to admit that Sam might be right. Letting someone in, giving someone a chanceâthatâs always been a dangerous game, one youâre not sure you can afford to play again.
That night, youâre lying awake in your room, staring at the ceiling, Samâs words playing on a loop in your mind. The silence around you feels heavy, pressing down on you, and you canât shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, you owe Tony more than youâve been giving him. Youâve seen his effort, the way he tries to connect with you, even when you push him away. Heâs there, every day, waiting for you, and no one has ever done that before.
Something shifts in you, a kind of tired resignation, and before you can talk yourself out of it, you get up and head downstairs to his workshop.
Tonyâs hunched over a table, tinkering with some gadget, and he barely notices you at first. Itâs only when you clear your throat that he looks up, surprise flickering across his face before he masks it with a smile.
âHey, kid,â he says, setting down his tools. âCouldnât sleep?â
You shrug, suddenly feeling the weight of what youâre about to say. âYeah, I just⊠I wanted to talk to you about something.â
He raises an eyebrow, a mixture of curiosity and concern on his face. He gestures to a nearby chair. âGo ahead. Iâm all ears.â
You sit, staring at your hands as you try to find the right words. For a long time, thereâs only silence between you, the air thick with tension. Finally, you take a deep breath, forcing yourself to speak.
âI know Iâve been⊠difficult,â you begin, your voice barely above a whisper. âAnd I know youâre trying. Itâs just⊠itâs not easy for me.â
Tony watches you intently, not interrupting, his expression softer than youâve ever seen it. You look down, focusing on your hands, the words spilling out before you can stop them.
âWhen I was a kid, my mom was all I had. I thought⊠I thought she cared about me, even if she didnât always show it. But she changed, especially after she started seeing this guy. Travis. He wasnât⊠he wasnât a good person, Tony. He⊠he made sure I knew I wasnât wanted.â Your voice breaks slightly, but you push through it, feeling the old wounds tear open. âHe told me I was a burden, that I was just in the way. And my mom, she⊠she just let it happen. She barely even looked at me by the end.â
Tonyâs face darkens, his jaw clenched as he listens, but he stays silent, letting you continue.
âI learned not to trust people,â you say, voice wavering. âEvery time I thought someone would stick around, they didnât. So I stopped⊠I stopped letting people in. I told myself it was easier that way.â
You look up at him, and for the first time, thereâs no mask, no shieldâjust raw vulnerability, something you havenât allowed yourself to feel in years.
âAnd then I showed up here,â you say, your voice barely a whisper now. âAnd you⊠you keep trying. You keep showing up, every day, like you actually care. And itâs⊠itâs confusing, okay? Because part of me wants to believe it, but the other partâŠâ You trail off, wiping away a tear that slips down your cheek.
Tony doesnât hesitate. He reaches over, placing a hand on your shoulder, grounding you, letting you know heâs there. âY/N,â he says softly, his voice rough with emotion. âI canât change what you went through. I canât go back and fix it, as much as I wish I could. But Iâm here now, and Iâm not going anywhere.â
You meet his gaze, and thereâs something in his eyes that youâve never seen beforeâa fierce, unwavering resolve that feels almost foreign. You swallow hard, feeling the weight of his words sink in, feeling the tiniest flicker of hope spark to life.
âItâs not easy for me,â you murmur. âItâs⊠itâs hard for me to trust people. And I know Iâm not the easiest person to be around. But⊠I want to try. I want to believe you. I just⊠I need you to be patient with me. I need you to not give up on me.â
Tony nods, his hand still resting on your shoulder, steady and reassuring. âHey,â he says, his voice breaking a little. âIâm not giving up on you, kid. Not now, not ever. Youâre my son, and Iâm here for the long haul. However long it takes, okay?â
The words settle around you, a warmth you havenât felt in years. You donât have to say anything; he seems to understand, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze before he lets go. And in that moment, something in you softens, just a little, like maybe you can let him in.
For the first time, you allow yourself to believe him, to believe that maybe he really wonât walk away. And even though the walls around your heart donât come down all at once, you feel them start to crack, piece by piece, letting a little light seep in.
After that night, things start to change. Itâs slow, gradual, like thawing ice, but thereâs a noticeable shift between you and Tony. Youâre still guarded, still wary of letting him all the way in, but he doesnât push. He just keeps showing up, every day, every night, just like he promised. And slowly, piece by piece, you let him in.
The first time you ask to work on something together, Tony practically beams. Youâre sitting at the kitchen counter with your physics homework in front of youânormally a breeze, something youâd get done in a few minutes. But today, youâve left a few problems untouched, hoping heâll notice.
Sure enough, Tony glances over your shoulder and raises an eyebrow. âNeed a hand with that?â he asks, and thereâs a careful lightness to his voice, like heâs trying to keep things casual, so he doesnât scare you off.
You shrug, trying to act indifferent. âSure, if youâve got time,â you say, even though both of you know you could solve this on your own without breaking a sweat. But Tony doesnât call you out on it. He just grabs a chair, pulls it over, and sits down next to you, leaning in to look at your work.
For the next hour, the two of you go over formulas and theories, his explanations coming with a few sarcastic quips and exaggerated hand gestures. Every so often, he goes off on a tangent, telling you stories about his own time in high school or sharing a strange fact he thinks will help you remember a concept. You listen, half-smiling at his antics, and eventually even throw in a few of your own sarcastic comments. You can tell heâs trying not to make a big deal out of it, but thereâs a spark in his eyes that tells you heâs thrilled to be here, helping you, no matter how small the reason.
As the days go by, you find yourself spending more and more time in Tonyâs workshop. It becomes your safe space, the place where you donât feel like you have to hide or put up walls. Tony lets you explore, handing you tools and explaining how they work, guiding you through his more complicated inventions. Itâs like learning a new language, one heâs eager to teach you, and heâs a surprisingly patient teacher.
One afternoon, heâs working on a new suit upgrade, and youâre watching, silently impressed by how smoothly he moves, how every action is precise and practiced. Youâre deep in thought when he glances over at you, smirking.
âThinking of joining the family business?â he jokes, tossing you a wrench. âIf youâre interested, I could always use an extra pair of hands.â
You catch the wrench, feeling a rare, genuine smile tug at the corners of your mouth. âMaybe I will,â you say, feeling a rush of warmth thatâs unfamiliar but not unwelcome.
He shows you how to tighten a piece of armor plating, explaining each step with a casual ease that you find yourself getting lost in. Thereâs something oddly comforting about the way he talks, like heâs sharing a secret only the two of you understand. And as you work, side by side, you realize that you actually look forward to these moments, the quiet companionship that comes from working together on something you both enjoy.
One evening, you catch yourself staring at your chemistry textbook, pages open to a particularly dull section on thermodynamics. Normally, youâd power through it on your own, but tonight, you feel the familiar tug of loneliness creeping in, and before you know it, youâre on your feet, heading down to Tonyâs lab.
When you reach the doorway, he looks up, surprised, then quickly wipes the expression off his face and pretends to be engrossed in his latest project. âWhatâs up?â he asks, as casually as he can manage.
You hold up the textbook, pretending to be annoyed. âThis stuff is terrible. Thought maybe you could explain it better than my teacher does.â
Tony raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. âWell, Iâm honored to know you think so highly of my teaching skills.â He gestures for you to sit down, and as you do, he starts flipping through the pages of your book. âThermodynamics, huh? You sure youâre not just here for the riveting conversation?â
You roll your eyes. âDonât flatter yourself.â
But you both know the truth, and thereâs an unspoken understanding between you as he dives into the material. He doesnât just lecture; he makes it a story, breaking down each concept with analogies, acting out scenarios, and throwing in enough jokes to keep you both entertained. You throw in questions just to keep him talking, just so you donât have to go back to your empty room just yet.
And somewhere along the way, you realize youâre not just learning about science. Youâre learning about himâabout his quirks, his sense of humor, the way he lights up when heâs talking about things heâs passionate about. Heâs not just Tony Stark, billionaire genius, Iron Man. Heâs⊠Tony, your dad, someone who, against all odds, actually seems to care about you.
Over time, you both fall into a rhythm. Tony starts waiting for you in the mornings, holding out a cup of coffee or hot chocolate, claiming he needs company on his drive to work. You never say it, but you look forward to those mornings, the way he fills the car with stories about his latest projects or about old college pranks he pulled that make you laugh in spite of yourself.
One day, youâre both hunched over a set of schematics in his lab, tossing ideas back and forth as you brainstorm a new design for a stabilizer that could potentially improve flight control in his suits. Youâre getting so into it that you forget to be guarded, throwing out suggestions, bouncing thoughts off each other in rapid-fire succession.
At one point, Tony stops, leaning back in his chair to look at you with a smirk. âYou know,â he says, a touch of pride in his voice, âyouâre pretty damn good at this. Got that Stark brain for sure.â
You feel a warmth spread through you, and for the first time, you donât brush it off. âMaybe,â you say, smiling despite yourself. âBut I guess it helps when you have a good teacher.â
Tony chuckles, but thereâs a glimmer of emotion in his eyes, something raw and unguarded. âYeah, well⊠youâre not a bad student either.â
Thereâs a moment of silence as the two of you look at each other, an understanding passing between you that doesnât need words. You know heâs trying, and somehow, that knowledge makes the walls around your heart crumble just a little bit more.
A few days later, youâre working on homework in the living room when Tony walks in, holding a set of blueprints heâs obviously excited about. But when he sees you bent over your books, he pauses, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
âHey, need some help?â he asks, raising an eyebrow.
You look up, raising an eyebrow back at him. âWith calculus? Pretty sure Iâve got this covered.â
He shrugs, feigning offense. âIâll have you know I was quite the calculus prodigy back in the day.â
âOh, yeah?â You smirk, half-teasing. âCare to prove it?â
Tony grins, and before you know it, heâs pulled up a chair, leaning over your work with the same intensity he brings to his inventions. You pretend to need help with a few problems, and heâs more than happy to guide you through them, throwing in jokes and sarcastic comments the whole way. Every so often, he nudges your shoulder, grinning like heâs just scored a victory when he catches you smiling.
Eventually, he lets out an exaggerated sigh. âWell, I think weâve both learned a lot today,â he says, stretching dramatically.
âYeah,â you reply, smirking. âLike the fact that youâre worse at calculus than I am.â
Tony gapes, clutching his chest in mock hurt. âUnbelievable. Betrayed by my own son. This is a new low.â
You chuckle, shaking your head, and for the first time, it feels easy. Comfortable. Like maybe, just maybe, you donât have to keep fighting him off.
âHey,â Tony says, his tone shifting to something softer. âThanks for letting me in. I know it wasnât easy.â
You meet his gaze, feeling that familiar vulnerability creeping in, but this time, you donât shy away. âThanks for not giving up,â you reply quietly. âI know Iâm not the easiest person to deal with.â
Tony chuckles, reaching over to ruffle your hair. âNah, youâre a piece of cake. Besides, Iâve got a lot of time to make up for.â
You smile, a real one this time, feeling a warmth settle in your chest. For the first time, you allow yourself to hope that maybe, just maybe, things are going to be okay.
Itâs supposed to be a routine mission. Just another intel-gathering run, in and out, with minimal risk. Tony had waved it off as no big deal before he left, throwing you a smirk and saying, âJust another day in the office.â But that was hours ago. And now, as you sit in the dim glow of the living room, watching the news report blaring on the screen, dread twists deep in your gut.
You watch the shaky footage of Iron Man fighting, and this time, itâs different. Heâs outnumbered, missiles tearing through the air, beams of energy slicing through the smoke and chaos. The news anchorâs voice breaks as they report the intensity of the fight, how Iron Man was last seen plunging out of the sky after a heavy hit. For a terrifying moment, you catch a glimpse of him falling, his suit battered, smoking, before the feed cuts out entirely.
Your heart stops, and a painful tightness fills your chest. The hours that follow are a blur of pacing, every second dragging longer than the last. Youâre used to him going out on missions, used to the danger that comes with being Tony Starkâs son. But this⊠this is different. This isnât the usual playful bravado, the usual cocky promises that heâll be home for dinner. This is life or death, and for the first time, youâre faced with the horrifying thought that he might not make it back.
After what feels like an eternity, the front door finally opens. You spin around, heart pounding, and there he is, looking worse for wear but alive. Heâs moving a bit stiffly, his armor scratched and dented, his face smudged with dirt and a few new cuts. But heâs here.
Before he can say a word, you rush toward him, the flood of relief hitting you so hard that you barely register the fact that youâre moving, throwing yourself into his arms. Your grip is tight, like if you let go, heâll disappear. You donât even realize youâre trembling until you feel his arms close around you, holding you just as tightly.
âHey, hey,â Tony says, his voice soft, touched with surprise but warm. âIâm okay, kid. Iâm here.â
You pull back just enough to look at him, your eyes shining with unshed tears, and heâs looking at you with an expression so full of gentle understanding that it makes you feel like a kid again, vulnerable and desperate. Without thinking, the word slips out, raw and unguarded.
âDadâŠâ you whisper, voice breaking slightly, âdonât ever⊠donât ever do that again. I thought⊠I thought I was going to lose you.â
Tonyâs face softens, his own eyes welling up. Heâs silent for a moment, as if heâs savoring the word, the weight of it finally hitting home. His hand comes up to rest on your shoulder, his grip firm but gentle, grounding you.
âIâm sorry,â he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. âI didnât mean to scare you like that. But Iâm here, okay? Iâm here, and Iâm not going anywhere.â
You nod, the tears slipping down your cheeks now, and Tony pulls you in again, holding you tightly, his hand running gently over your back. Itâs the first time youâve let yourself fully embrace him, the first time youâve allowed yourself to lean into his strength, to accept the warmth heâs been trying so hard to offer. And as you stand there, held in his arms, a sense of peace settles over you, soft and comforting, melting the last of your walls away.
After a long moment, he pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, a tear slipping down his own cheek as he smiles, eyes bright. âYou called me âDad,ââ he says softly, his voice full of wonder, as if heâs just received the greatest gift in the world.
You give a small, watery smile, wiping at your eyes. âYeah, well⊠donât get used to it,â you mumble, but thereâs no heat behind the words, only affection, only gratitude.
He chuckles, pulling you back into a hug, and you feel his hand rest on the back of your head, his grip firm and reassuring. âIâm already used to it,â he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. âAnd Iâm not letting you go, kid. Not ever.â
In that moment, you realize that this is what home feels likeâright here, safe in his arms, with nothing left to fear.
I'll never get tired of familyman!Tony I swear.
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Indianapolis Bones and the Very Annoyed God of Mischief
In this post I proposed the idea of a President Loki + Mobius variant based on Owen's Dr. Indianapolis Bones SNL skit, and then I couldn't stop thinking about it so here's a bit of flash fiction based on that. Enjoy!
ETA: There's now a 4+1 expanded version of this on AO3!
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âItâs such an honor to have you here, sir.â
Since Loki had walked in, the restaurant's manager had been practically falling over himself with praise. He'd nearly wept when Loki handed out "Vote Loki" pins for the staff to wear. The Midgardians were finally treating him as he deserved, even if he wasn't their king...yet.
A woman ran up to whisper something in the manager's ear and he brightened.Â
âYour table is ready, sir. Right this way.âÂ
Loki followed the man deeper into the restaurant, smirking as every head in the place turned to watch him and his collection of black-suited bodyguards. He didnât need their protection but it amused him to think of humans throwing themselves at other humans at his behest.Â
Loki caught the eye of one elegantly dressed woman and winked, causing her to flush prettily. Her date seemed entirely unamused at the âcome hitherâ look she was sending Lokiâs way. The only people who didnât turn to watch Lokiâs entrance were a group seated at a long table at the center of the room. They appeared to be in a heated discussion.
The manager paused by a small table next a window with what looked like a decent view of the river, even if Loki found Midgardâs scenery somewhat lacking compared to Asgard. Before Loki could sit, there was a clatter of dishware and both he and the restaurant's manager turned to see the source.Â
An extremely nervous-looking waiter had dropped the stack of dishes they were collecting onto a nearby table. Their attention was focused on a different waiter, or at least someone dressed as such, who stood at the far end of the long table, holding a gun. Loki raised an eyebrow. This was an interesting development.Â
The waiter with the gun was pointing it at an unassuming man seated at the end of the table. The manâs blonde hair was on the long side and, paired with his beard, gave him an unkempt look in Lokiâs opinion. The horrible beige plaid blazer he wore wasnât helping.Â
Loki blinked and suddenly everyone else at the table had a gun out, all pointed at the man, who only smiled in response. Everyone in the dining room seemed to be holding their breath as the man took a brown fedora out from under the table and settled it on his head.Â
"Now, now, let's not be too hasty." His voice had a pleasant drawl to it. He held his hands up as he stood slowly.Â
âJust give us the map!â snapped one of the women at the table.Â
âSorry, can't do that,â the man replied and winked. He was either incredibly brave or very stupid given the circumstances.Â
When the man slowly lowered his hand to his hip, Loki felt a brief spike of excitement. Was he about to witness a bloodbath? Unexpectedly, the man freed a long whip. With two quick cracks, he took out the light on the table and the chandelier overhead, bringing it crashing down and plunging the room into darkness.Â
At least two of the guns went off after that, which made Loki roll his eyes. For how frail they were, Midgardians were always so reckless with their weapons. Â
âSir! Get down!â That was one of his men. They knew better than to grab him and simply lunged past, likely intending to tackle and disarm the gun wielders. Loki heard the sound of scuffling and was about to fling up a lightâwaiting in the dark was tediousâwhen someone did bump into him.Â
âYou look important and I'd hate for you to get hurt, so probably best to come along with me.â The easy drawl was recognizable, though the man with the whip sounded slightly winded now. Then he wrapped an arm around Loki's waist and hurried them both away from the sounds of fighting.Â
Loki was so stunned at the audacity of being manhandled, he was outside before he fully registered what had happened. He tried to shove the man off but heâd already stepped away. Inexplicably, the man now wore a leather jacket instead of the plaid blazer. Now able to get a better look at the man, Loki was dismayed to find the bright blue eyes and lopsided smile were annoyingly attractive.
âHey, are those a family heirloom?â the man asked, gesturing to Lokiâs golden horns. âThey look pretty good for an antique.â
âI beg your pardon?â Loki snapped. âDo you have any idea who I am?!â
âOf course! How could I forget with the horns and all.â The man waved again and a long silence followed his words. Then a huge grin split his face. âActually, I don't, but hopefully you wonât hold it against me. Iâm Indy by the way, short for Indianapolis. My parents were kind of kooky.â
Before Loki had a chance to inform this ridiculous Midgardian that he didn't care what his name was, or what his parents were like, the back door of the restaurant slammed open.
âThere he is!âÂ
It was the diners whoâd pulled guns in the restaurant.Â
âOops, gotta go. See you around, friend!â The manâIndy, apparentlyâclapped a hand to his hat to keep it from flying off and ran into the night. Gunshots rang out in response and the bullets whizzed by Loki, close enough to further annoy him. He gestured at the gaggle of people spilling out of the restaurant and, with a flash of green light, they vanished. Seconds later, Loki's bodyguards came rushing out.Â
Loki wasn't impressed by their delay in finding him, but he had something more important to address.Â
He pointed at the fleeing man in the fedora. âFind that manâIndianapolisâŠsomethingâand bring him to me.âÂ
The people whoâd been chasing Indy might have been able to answer his questions, but Loki had sent them elsewhere without giving much thought as to where. As half of the bodyguards took off in pursuit, Loki stalked back inside, followed by the rest. He would get his answers one way or another.
#president loki#mobius m mobius#lokius#lokius au#dr indianapolis bones#don't think too hard about this it was only meant to be fun#i had A Sceneâąïž in my head and i just had to get it out#maaaaybe i could expand on this someday?#but for now back to the OTHER president loki fic I was writing (lol)#i'd love to see anyone else's ideas for this au!#mobius#wanderingflame fic
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omg james trying to get remus and reader to be together and setting them up would be hilarious
Part of my potter!reader x remus secret relationship au 0.7k wc
The last thing Remus had been expecting when he was reading his book in the common room were those specific words tumbling out of James's mouth. "I think she's an absolutely lovely person." He had replied to James's inquiry, trying not to be suspicious. After what Sirius had told him about James speculating between him and James's precious sister, he had learned not to trot so close to the edge. Now, instead of sneaking off with you when everyone was free, stealing kisses from each other in a hidden corner of the library, you resorted to be more daring when James had quidditch practice, attention stowed away to his beloved sport. If anything, you and Remus did share a free period no one else had, locking yourselves in a dorm for the hour.
The only thing Sirius had forgotten to mention was that Lily had convinced James that whilst you and Remus weren't dating, it would be an amazing idea to set up his most respectful friend with his sister. So that's exactly what the teenager was up to. "Lovely enough to go on a date with?" Remus froze, feeling the energy in the room drop. Unfortunately for him, he missed the most crucial part of James's sentence: his suggestive tone. "Well, I mean, I suppose - well what do you mean by that?"
"Remus, there's no one I trust more at Hogwarts to be dating my sister. So I was wondering if you'd like to go out with her." All the blood that had drained from Remus's face moments before suddenly came rushing back, feeling his face flush too quickly for his liking. "Oh, well I suppose I would." Remus sighed at James's happy hum, turning subtly to look at Sirius, sitting on a lonely armchair, a wide grin on his face. The boy raised his eyebrows twice at Remus suggestively, who only now realised that he'd probably known about this the entire time. Remus picked his book up again, beginning to scroll through the pages to find where he'd left off, thinking he had to tell you about this conversation later.
A slump in the couch next to him had him abandoning his book once more, looking up to see you sitting next to him. "Hey y/n!" James started up again cheerfully, unusually ignoring Lily as she walked by to speak to Sirius. "By any chance are you free this Saturday?" You hummed thoughtfully, eyebrows furrowing slightly. "That depends on if anyone wants to go to Hogsmeade with me since Lily wasn't up for it." Remus almost saw the lightbulb appear above James's head, a sentence line forming in his mouth. "Oh Remus would love to come with you! Wouldn't he?"
If you were confused before, you definitely are now, turning towards your boyfriend with a "Huh?" Behind him, Sirius began giggling, poking at Lily's side to avert her attention to you. "What's this about?" You questioned, watching as a small smile made its way onto Remus's face. "I think your brother's trying to set us up." He said confidently, biting his lip to hold in his laugh. "Oh! Well, you know what, I'd love for you to come with me then." Shit. Your lack of hesitation had most definitely given you away now, you thought. The lot of you went silent, and you turned around to catch your brother's facial expression just as he said "Lily said I wasn't missing anything before but I'm not so sure about that now."
You winced at the tone, eyes on James as he stood up, sassily putting his hands on his hips. "James the truth is..." Remus started, glancing between the two Potters, "I already asked y/n out like two days ago. And she already said yes." James's eyebrows shot up in shock, a small "Oh" escaping his lips, arms falling slack on either side of his body. "Oh that's fine then." You slumped back into the couch in relief, the lie luckily escaping James's realm of realisation, one of your hands snaking between your and Remus's body to hold his hand.
"Wait you were going to tell me though right?"
#rainydayathogwarts#harry potter#gryffindor#marauders era#the marauders#hp marauders#marauders fluff#marauders#remus x reader#remus lupin imagine#remus smut#remus lupin fanfiction#remus lupin#remus lupin x you#remus lupin x reader#potter!reader#james x lily
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Do you have any info on the ISAT Audience of Vaugarde AU you'd be willing to share? (Only if you wanna!!) :o
I'm really curious about it, I have SO many questions
During the loops, Loop would only ever see the faintest signs of a presence, but nothing that'd confirm one. They always thought it was just a bad memory springing up, like a faint scent or the faintest whisper of a familiar voice. The Audience watched everything. Sometimes, some would follow behind Siffrin into the House, while someone else would remain with Loop at the Favor Tree. Loop was rarely ever left alone. I imagine that, whenever some would follow Siffrin, they saw things they would have rather not, but there's not much to do but chat amongst themselves and spectate. It does give perspective to what Loop may have gone through though, so it's not like they wouldn't Understand Loop by the time the loops were broken.
I have nothing to say about this, I just want to note that I need to draw the bad touch event someday with Loop and Isabeau just STARING from the tree like [Live Loop Reaction] and [Live Isabeau Reaction], it's really funny to me.
Nobody was really too sure what to call Loop during the loops, constantly hesitantly switching between names. Eventually Mirabelle suggested they just stick to Loop if they can't ask, so they did. But I'd like to imagine that, once before that, Loop had caught a close familiar whisper of "Siffrin" and felt... unwell.
AFTER 2hats but BEFORE Loop reappears in the world is what this first drawing is. It's Loop's "in this moment, you are loved," but it's so hazy that it might as well have been a dream for them. Think of it like how at the start of In Stars and Time, the star is shown being eaten, and Siffrin wakes up.
Loop's still in Vauguarde, but they have NO idea where they are when they wake up. Their head is human, but not the rest of their body. Their hair is long and tangled and greasy, as if their hair had always been growing just out of sight. Some sort of barrier has been broken between Loop and the Audience, so as the days pass, the voices slowly grow clearer, and Loop starts slowly... seeing things.
Loop needs somewhere to stay, so an older woman lets them stay at her house. Let's call herrrr... Smithing One?? This is only a temporary arrangement.
If I draw Loop with really messy greasy hair and little to no clothing, that's the stage in which Loop is deeply afraid of any sign of the Audience's company. Example from a previous drawing:
If I draw Loop with hair slightly better taken care of and in a headband holding the overgrown middle piece back, Loop's now tense and nervous around the Audience but won't panic anymore, and will often communicate back. (Note: don't interpret this as Loop not liking them! Loop loves them very deeply and suffered a lot of grief, there's just a lot of feelings of fear and reopened wounds clashing.) I think maybe partway through this stage, Loop leaves Smithing One's house to go travel. Example from a previous drawing:
There is a stage I haven't drawn yet where Loop is entirely happy with the Audience and a lot more healed. I'm guessing Loop will have a high ponytail, and some hair accessory holding back the middle piece or something like that. I would like to draw that at some point.
After learning that Loop can't handle being called Siffrin and is only settling for the mild discomfort "Loop" brings, Odile will start calling them Little Crow, as per chipper-smol's reply:
I'm out of things to mention honestly, feel free to ask whatever you want
OH yeah. By the way, I do want Loop and Siffrin to reunite at some point, I'm just not sure how yet... The thing is, the Audience isn't actually ghosts. They're LIKE ghosts, but they're not dead. As I've said, Loop's first wish to stay with their friends simply merged with their second wish for help, so the Audience is more so just oddly disconnected from reality. Maybe after a lot of time has passed, the Audience is so tangible that anyone can see them, even if they have a little bit of an off air to them (and maybe they still can vanish at will). So... surprise! Siffrin's party would eventually realize that they ALSO have alternate versions of themselves walking around. Ohhh wait, wouldn't it be fun if one accidentally met their clone in a public place before ever even being aware of Loop's supposed "audience"? And Siffrin never wanted to talk about Loop's business to his family, so they never even found out what Loop was at all? Something in me tells me that it'd be most fun for it to be the Mirabelles to spot each other first
...............okay, now I'm out of things to mention
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sorry to send another thought about the cherry magic au so soon, but itâs literally consuming me with Thoughts.
bc Binghe would for real NEVER help his own situation. Heâd be shoulder to shoulder with sy in the elevator thinking crazy shit like I want to eat Shen Yuan, consume him so thereâs nothing left of him for the world to see. I want him to never exist in the mind of any other person. I want him to never work here again.
And while Binghe is meaning slightly problematic, attic-wife shit, all sy gets out of this is a stomach ulcer from anxiety and the frantic belief that his co-worker he thought was his friend is A CANNIBAL that wants him DEAD AND GONE.
DONT APOLOGIZE KEEP EM COMING!!
Binghe: I want to leave him covered in bite marks and bruises.... I'd love to see him crying under me...
Shen Yuan: I have to transfer out of this department NOW my LIFE is in danger
I'm torn between "shen yuan would be confused because binghe doesn't have any thoughts like that about anyone else" or "whenever someone touches shen yuan, binghe has very angry thoughts he hides behind a tight smile, reinforcing the idea that binghe is hiding how dangerous he is"
Shen Yuan avoiding binghe, trying to get a different job and binghe is sobbing like a pathetic wet cat asking what he did wrong.. shen yuans going damn he's a good actor!!!
Also throwing Shang qinghua into the mix to get double the confusion
Qinghua: you think binghe hates you??? He's always making you food and following you around.. I'M the one who has to worry, mobei jun is always tripping me at work and shaking my hand so hard it hurts
Shen Yuan: ..that's because he likes you
Qinghua: dear God, you can't see binghe obviously pining after you but you see romance in my department head tormenting me!? There's something seriously wrong with you
(They're both stupid)
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27 Asks! Thank you!! :}}đŹ
@drunkardbagels
@stupid-thatsme
Advises to draw move..? I'm sorry, but you're gonna have to be more specific- I'm not sure what you mean <:0
@mindblowingcow
My pinned post states that I've been sick for months and am taking a break from my FNAF AU until further notice. Also I cant reveal anything else in the story-
Whenever anyone talks about the Peso currency, I cant help but immediately picture the little penguin in my head XDD
Update on Bash Buggy, he was donated to a charity of some kind I'm pretty sure <XD He's off to bigger and better things! Other than that I have no memory or developments to his story <:(
XDD I guess it happens to the best of us huh.
Also I hardly remember any of the characters from Slime Rancher.. but I remember liking the player character and her boyfriend/friend(??) from earth :}}
I have my transformers art tagged as "transformers prime" and/or "transformers ocs". You can search for it in my blogs search bar! :0
@gingerbravecookie
Oooo I'll have to look into those cutscenes! :0 Since I don't intend to play the other games <XD
HES A REAL KING TO MEEEEE đđđđđ
We both have them googly eyes frfr XDD
(Referencing this video)
I have the video saved to watch later, I haven't gotten around to it yet <XD
@kaiserdarken
Freddy doesn't take Gregory out to trick or treat, and other than some spooky decorations and some special performances.. I cant see the animatronics doing anything else for the spooky season. :0
@pink088 (Images in askđđđ)
THAT WAS YOU ALL ALONG??
:DD Thank you! I'll have to remember to send this out-
(Referencing this post)
Other than Gulp, Gunk and Gorp, the big pink frog in the middle is called the mama frog :))
Also the tiny orange one miiight be named stubby. Since he has a stubby arm. (His arm hole was too narrow to flip him arm right side out so it became a stumpđ)
Other than that, I have no other name ideas <XD
@kiki-is-hurt-but-not-anymore
Thank you! Congrats on the 53 followers! :DD
@smol-bean-boi13
XD Thank you so much! :DD And I love the drawing!! :}}
@notmrkillwolf666
I have not :( but perhaps I should look into it! :0
@beryl-shade (Referencing this post)
XD I'd watch your words, Seafoam is a taken man!
(First and second link in question)
Ugh, always a shame to see.. thanks for letting me know <:(
@void-the-bear
ngl, kind'a horrific XDD
@bluescarlet13 (Don't worry, I've kept a duplicate of this ask to potentially draw later! :})
AAAA thank you! :DDD You've been around for quite a bit! And thank you for all the kind words, I really appreciate it!! :}}}
(Don't worry, I've kept a duplicate of this ask to potentially draw later! :})
I don't eat Tacos or Burgers anymore.. but my favorite of the two would be Tacos :) specifically the ones with the cheesy dorito shells!
(Don't worry, I've kept a duplicate of this ask to potentially draw later! :})
Thank you, <:) tbh a lot of the people who made me uncomfortable in the Octonauts fandom where probably kids who wouldn't listen to me/respect my boundaries. Which I mean hey, kids will be kids. But that doesn't make it anymore ok or make me want to rejoin the fandom-
@coinezalot (Don't worry, I've kept a duplicate of this ask to potentially draw later! :})
Currently I've been working on my CookieRun: Kingdom OCS and trying to write lore for them.. I've also been thinking about my Kirby OCs and these other Original OCs of mine :0
In this post and this post you can see my two original OCs I've been working on. Snakes and the unnamed kid. They are two characters that I've been thinking about making my own webcomic about, but their story got kiiinda complicated.. so I've slowed down in developing their story. <:/
Other than making more CRK OCs and more Kirby OCs, I'm not planning much! :0
#my response#my ocs#octonauts#cookie run ovenbreak#cookie run kingdom#cookie run ocs#slime rancher#the amazing digital circus#fnaf security breach
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you're mine | c.sc
you thought you had finally gotten the upper hand on seungcheol. you were wrong. pairing: idol!seungcheol x fem!reader genre: idol!au | smut, pwp rating: explicit | minors DNI warnings: this is mostly just smut so take that how you will, reader is kinda bratty, scoups is possessive, slight dom undertones (? idk i don't usually write this), swearing, kissing, biting, marking, restraints, sensory deprivation (blindfold), fingering, brief mention of a hand job, slight nipple play, use of a pet name (baby, pretty girl), oral sex (f. receiving), vaginal penetration, protected sex, i think that's it but let me know if i missed anything word count: ~3.5k
a/n: idk what to say, this kind of got away from me lol. credit/blame to @seungkwansphd for putting the idea in my head and scoups for whatever bullshit he was on in macao. it was supposed to be a drabble and this isn't what i'd normally write so go easy on me. unbeta'd and mostly unedited. thank you to my baby @playmetheclassics / @classicscreations for the last minute banner and divider!
Youâve never been much of a brat with anyone else. It just isnât something that crossed your mind. Why would you want to rile someone up on purpose? Why would you want to get under their skin just to see their response? Why would you want to do the opposite of what they asked? So no, it hasnât crossed your mind.
Until Seungcheol.Â
Until you met the man that made you want to cause problems. The man that made you discover a lot of things you didnât know about yourself. The man that had you from the moment he told you that he was going to go easy on you. You didnât realize then, but you were fucked. Talk about being in over your head.Â
He really did start easy, in hindsight. And he let you get away with things you didnât even realize. Thought you had the upper hand, actually. How many ways can one person be wrong? You donât have the answer beyond knowing itâs a lot.Â
You love the moments that Seungcheol lets you think youâre in control. You know now thatâs all it is. Pretend. Heâs always the one actually pulling the strings. And youâre always the one trying to press his buttons, press your luck, gain some ground.Â
Todayâs test? You want to mark him up. You want to leave your claim on him, but you know you canât make it obvious. Donât feel like you can push his buttons quite that hard. So even though you want to mark up his neck, you settle for his chest. You keep telling him that itâs getting too big anyway. Just who is he trying to impress?
Seungcheol is lying in your bed, one arm tucked behind his head and eyes closed. You know heâs not asleep, though, know heâs just enjoying a minute of peace before he has to leave and return to the chaos. And you know now is the best time because he really does have to go soon. Itâs the best time to be able to get him and win, even if just for a moment, because thereâs a lot of things heâll do. A lot of things you still havenât learned. But heâll never be late. Never miss a schedule or leave his members waiting.Â
So you adjust your position under the premise of stretching, not really sure if he buys the act but also not really caring. You push yourself up and quickly swing a leg over his thighs, feel them clench under you quickly as youâre settling on top of them.
âAnd just who are you working out for?â you challenge, quirking an eyebrow.
âI donât hear you complaining,â is his only answer as he opens his eyes to look up at you.Â
âMaybe I donât want everyone else to see how good you look,â you pout.
âMaybe you should behave yourself then,â he retorts and you huff.
âIâm pretty sure you prefer it when I donât,â you say.
You lean forward to kiss him before he can answer, lips meeting softly as his hands move up your thighs to grip your hips. Heâs anchoring you to him and you know heâs mentally counting how much time he actually has. But you donât want to give him that chance, donât want to give up the tiny bit of control this position and the element of surprise have given you. You get the smallest bit of satisfaction when you break the kiss and he follows your lips. Itâs not the time to get distracted, though, not now. So you kiss down his neck, suck just enough to earn a hiss out of him without it being enough to leave a mark. Not there at least.Â
When you get to his chest, the muscles in his thighs tighten again. On purpose, you think, to distract you. Itâs hard to ignore too, especially when his hands grip your hips harder. When you can tell heâs trying to throw you off.
âBaby,â he whines and you know that whine, know that itâs designed to distract.
All you do is hum against his chest as you continue to kiss across it and down his stomach. His moans are low, the kind that really get to you. The kind where you know heâs enjoying himself even if heâs not fully in control. You kiss back up to his chest and can feel his breaths as you go.
âWhat are you going to do now, baby?â he asks. You hear the confidence in his voice. The confidence that usually makes you stutter.
Not today, though. You suddenly suck the skin of his chest into your mouth. Seunghcheol hisses in the most satisfying way at the combination of pleasure and pain. His fingers dig into your skin where they hold you in place, making you hum into his skin. It just makes you keep going, managing to suck two marks into his skin before his alarm goes off.Â
Without needing to be told, you slide off of him and allow him to get out of the bed. You know he doesnât want to leave, but you know heâll be back. Know that heâs got to keep to his schedule or he wonât be able to come over at all. After heâs pulled his shirt back on and gathered his things, he comes to stand in front of where youâre sitting at the edge of the bed. His kiss is soft, at odds with yours from moments ago.
âListen carefully,â he whispers into your ear in that low voice. âI expect you to be waiting in bed when I text you that Iâm headed back.â
âIs that so?â you challenge.
âYes, pretty girl,â he says.
âAnd if Iâm not?â you press.
âYouâll find out,â he answers.
That alone sends a shiver down your spine. You always want him to come back, never feel like youâve had quite enough, but this is something even more. Youâre looking forward to it.Â
The text comes a little later than youâre expecting saying that heâs on his way back over. And it comes without an apology for the lateness (though Jeonghan had texted you earlier to let you know things were running long). No, this text just comes with a reminder that expects you to be waiting for him in bed. Heâll let himself in.
It gives you too good of a chance, one you donât want to pass up. Heâs expecting you to listen, especially after you marked him earlier. But youâve been waiting for this. And youâre not going to listen.Â
Ten minutes later, you hear the key turn in the lock and you sit further back into the couch wearing only one of his t-shirts heâs left behind and underwear. Maybe youâll get to see a little of his control slipping.Â
His eyes are on you the second heâs through the door, narrowing at the open defiance. Seungcheol is serious as he regards you sitting there. Itâs like heâs waiting for you to break first and confident you will. It makes you fidget a little in your seat, which seems to be enough for him.
âI asked you to be waiting in bed,â he says.
âI know,â you respond without missing a beat. âI guess Iâm not so good at following directions.â
âAnd what do you think I should do?â Heâs more so asking himself the question than you.
âWhatever you want,â you answer anyway. He raises an eyebrow.
âCareful what you ask for, pretty girl,â he warns.Â
âI think I can handle it.â It comes out just as bold as you mean for it to.
âWeâll see about that,â he says without missing a beat. âFollow me.â
Every part of you wants to protest, wants to keep pushing him further to see what happens. But your curiosity is also piqued and you really want to see what it is that heâs planning now. That must be why you let the intrusive thought win and follow him back into your bedroom where you find him already reaching into the drawer of your nightstand. The same drawer that he filled so you were always ready.
âAre you going to behave now and get on the bed like I asked?â Seungcheol asks with his back still to you.
âIâm not sure,â you say and smirk at the way it makes him turn around.
âOh youâre not?â he asks.Â
âWhatâs in it for me if I start listening? Whoâs going to rile you up?â you fire back at him.
âYou like seeing me riled up,â he notes.
âOf course I do,â you offer.
He closes the space between you in a matter of steps and crushes his lips against yours to prevent another retort. The surprise gives way to desire as you wind your arms around his neck. Youâre not even that surprised when he grabs you and lifts you up to deposit you onto the bed, despite the gasp that falls from your lips. He puts a knee between your legs and kisses you hard again before he breaks the kiss to pull off your shirt. You reach to remove your underwear and he stops your hands.
âLeave those,â he says before getting off the bed.
His back is to you again as he looks for something in the drawer. You have to squeeze your legs together when he turns back to you with silk scarves in his hands. But then heâs silently asking your permission before attaching each wrist to the headboard and youâre nodding even as youâre squirming. Itâs not until you realize heâs still got something in his hands that you remember he promised youâd find out what happens when you donât listen.
âWhatâs that for, Cheol?â you ask as he straddles your lap.
âI told you that youâd find out,â he answers and leans forward so his lips are nearly on your ear. âYou donât get to see what Iâm doing. Just remember the word to use if itâs too much.â
That makes you swallow hard. Youâve talked about sensory deprivation and explored it a little, but youâve never been blindfolded from the start. And part of you thinks that heâs going to leave this on you the entire time. A reminder of whoâs actually calling the shots. Heâs still gentle when he secures it behind your head, so careful that he doesnât get any of your hair caught. You blink your eyes when itâs in place without it making much of a difference. Youâre not totally blinded, but you might as well be. You can barely make out a shadow.
The next thing youâre aware of is Seungcheolâs lips against your neck, carefully trailing kisses that make you want to press into him. His thumb brushes across your nipple and you whimper, earning a chuckle out of him. Not being able to see is making everything feel a lot bigger. Just making it feel a lot more. Thereâs no knowing where his hands or mouth will be next and itâs turning you on. Making you want everything all at once.
Seunghcheol drags your nipple between his teeth and you arch into him, careful not to pull too hard against the restraints. The hand he runs down your side as he continues to tease your nipple should tickle, would under any other circumstances. It doesnât this time, though.Â
âAre you going to listen to me next time?â he murmurs against your skin.
âI donât know,â you manage between a moan. Your nipples are so sensitive.
âWhat was that?â he asks before he returns to kissing along the underside of your breast while his hand massages the other.
âI said I donât know,â you repeat, fighting against the answer he wants.
âI guess the blindfold stays on,â he muses.Â
With that, he works his way down your stomach, leaving a trail of kisses mixed with goosebumps from the warmth of his breath. Part of you wants to anticipate his moves and you open your legs, just slightly. He chuckles so quietly that you think usually you wouldnât hear it. Except now everything sounds louder. You feel him remove his lips from your body, feel the bed shift from him moving somehow, and then feel his lips make contact with your skin again. But heâs kissing down from your knee, completely avoiding the place you want him the most. Even your moans and squirming do nothing to make him move on from kissing along your calf.
âPlease baby,â you beg.Â
âPlease what?â he asks, smirk clear in his voice.Â
âI need you,â you answer.
âDo you?â is all he asksÂ
âYes, Seungcheol, please,â you whine.
âAre you going to listen next time?â he wonders. He runs a finger up your inner thigh, stopping just shy of the material separating you from what you need most.
âCheol,â you plead.
âAre you?â he repeats. This time he moves your underwear to the side and runs a single finger between your folds. Itâs over entirely too fast. âSo wet.âÂ
âFuck, yes Cheol, whatever you want, I just fucking need you,â you beg again.Â
His answer comes in the form of pulling your underwear down swiftly, leaving you naked before him. He runs his finger along your folds again, collecting some of the wetness there. Youâre so hyper aware of him that youâre moaning from the barest touch, moaning when you feel his fingers pull away again. But then you feel him move around you and he licks into you without warning, spreading your folds with his fingers to get his tongue deeper.
âFuck, baby, fuuuuck,â you yell.Â
You want to have your hands in his stupid blond hair, the hair he knew was going to drive you crazy. Want to hold his face between your thighs. So you lightly squeeze your thighs together instead and he moans into your cunt. Itâs annoying, actually, how good heâs always been at going down on you because just the thought of it makes you agree to damn near anything.Â
Everything just feels that much more intense. Usually you love the sight of Seungcheol between your legs. Love to watch the way his head moves, love to see the way his hair falls, love the way the muscles move. Still do. But damn thereâs something about not knowing whatâs coming thatâs making it that much hotter.Â
Seconds later his mouth moves up your clit and your back arches into his mouth again. He follows it by sliding a finger inside you and you really think you see stars. Hearing the way he moans into you along with the way his fingers move is almost too much. You donât need to see anything, heâs setting your entire body on fire. When he slides a second finger in and hooks them to hit you just right, you scream out again.Â
He pulls his mouth away. âOh, do you like that?â
âFuuuuu- oh my god Cheol, yes yes,â you manage.
âWho fucks you the best, baby?â Seungcheol asks. âHm? Who does this pussy belong to?âÂ
Itâs honestly into cocky territory and you donât care. Didnât realize it was this much of a turn on for him to be possessive over you like this. Didnât realize how much you wanted to be his, even if itâs confined to these four walls.Â
âIâm waiting,â he says, stilling his fingers inside you.
âItâs yours, Cheol, Iâm yours,â you whimper.
His fingers start moving again and he doesnât answer until you feel his mouth on yours, taste yourself on his tongue. Heâs catching every moan with his mouth, pushing you to let go, urging you forward. Part of you wants to pull away, knows that he must feel you clenching around his fingers, but doesnât move his lips from yours. Catches the screams you want to let loose and guides you as you come around his fingers.
Your breathing is still coming back to normal as you feel Seungcheol untying your wrists, massaging each one as he does so. The last thing he does is remove the scarf covering your eyes and you blink even at the low light in the bedroom. His gaze is soft but confident. He knows how hard he just made you come, yet still wants to make sure youâre okay.
âCan we do that again some time?â you wonder and he chuckles.
âI guess it wasnât a punishment,â he notes.
âOh no, Iâve definitely learned my lesson,â you tease and he rolls his eyes but thereâs nothing behind it.
âHm,â is all he says.
Heâs sitting up on the bed next to you, one hand lightly stroking his cock. Youâre not sure when he took off his clothes but just getting you off clearly turned him on. Without even thinking about it, youâre moving to straddle his thighs. His eyes watch you intently as you spit into your hand and move his aside. Your strokes are slow and he lets his head fall back, eyes closing. Itâs not often that he lets you set the pace like this, so youâre going to enjoy it while you can. When you run your thumb over the tip, you watch the way the muscles in his stomach contract. And you know his patience is wearing out.
âEnough,â he says and reaches over to the nightstand for a condom. Heâs ripping it open with his teeth and then rolling it on the next second.
Seungcheol reaches out to pull you toward him and you realize heâs not planning on moving. No, heâs planning on you riding him. Which is fine by you since you already went this long without being able to see him. You try to lower yourself down slowly because heâs big and as many times as youâve fucked him, youâre still never quite ready. But he has other plans and pulls you down in one motion.
âFuck,â you draw out.
âI donât wanna wait anymore,â he says in that low voice that shoots straight to your core.Â
Youâre not sure which of you moves first with his hands guiding you as you fuck yourself on him. One of his hands slides up your back and into your hair, pulling it so you arch into him. The new angle has a string of words mixed with moans flying out of your mouth. And it makes it easier for him to pull your nipple between his teeth again. Except this time he doesnât focus on your nipple. This time he moves to the skin at the side of your breast, sucking hard. Much harder than you sucked earlier. Definitely hard enough to leave a mark. Fucker.
That thought flies out when he snaps his hips into you suddenly, quickening the pace and angling so heâs hitting exactly where you need him too. Each thrust stretches you out and brings you closer to another orgasm. You donât even register that youâre sensitive from the first. Seungcheol pulls at your hair again and focuses on your exposed neck, a constant contrast of pain and pleasure. He kisses up and down the base before he lands at your pulse point right below your jaw.Â
âCheol fuck,â you yell as he sucks another mark into your skin. Another mark reminding you that youâre his.Â
âAre you close, baby?â he asks when he finishes marking you. âGonna come for me again?â
âYes, fuck, yes, Iâm so close,â you whine out.Â
Seungcheol removes his hand from your hair to put both hands on your hips, anchoring you in place while he takes over thrusting into you. You know he must be close too with the way his brow furrows and the way he stutters.
âFuck baby, come for me, I want to feel you come,â he urges.
Itâs all you need and youâre releasing again, a string of fucks leaving your lips as he comes right after you. You try to carefully move through his release before collapsing down on his lap with him still inside you. You lean your head forward onto his shoulder to try and steady your breaths. He kisses lightly along your shoulder, hands trailing absently across your skin.
You like every version of Seungcheol, but you think this version, in the immediate aftermath of fucking him, might be your favorite. The contrast of how soft his touches are does things to your heart that youâre not entirely sure you want to admit. Not to yourself at least.
After another long moment, you gently pull yourself off him and flop back onto your side of the bed. You feel, rather than see, him get off the bed and assume heâs walking off to the bathroom. When he returns with a washcloth a minute later, youâre running your fingers absently along the mark youâre sure he left below your jaw.
âJust in case you forget,â he says before he runs the wet cloth along your skin.
âForget what?â you question.
âThat youâre my girl,â he says. âYou can try to be cute and mark my chest or be friends with my members like Jeonghan. But youâre mine.â
âYes sir,â you say and appreciate the way his eyes darken. Maybe heâs not done with you for the night yet.Â
thank you for reading, let me know your thoughts <3
#svthub#kvanity#seventeen fic#scoups fanfic#scoups x reader#scoups x you#scoups imagines#seungcheol imagines#seungcheol x reader#seungcheol x you#scoups smut#seungcheol smut#seventeen smut#seventeen imagines
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Ok but in a Shen brothers au, there's simply no way Shen Jiu would've been normal about Shen Yuan. ( In these aus I'd rather keep SY a transmigrator, or else he'd be subjected to the Airplane logic and laws of the world from the beginning, and that would've changed him in ways my tiny brain cannot be bothered to conceive rn. Also, I love the existential horror brought upon by The System. But that's beside the point.)
Shen Twins au? This is the au in which SJ is the less normal I think. He would've been obsessed with SY, would see him as a half of himself. Would think they're not a full person unless together. He'd envy Shen Yuan's kindness, he'd resent everything that made them different and relish them at the same time. He'd protect SY and would hate him in the way he hated himself. Would be possessive of SY in the way you're of your own body. Would be willing to share YQY, he'd share everything with him and feel offended if SY wanted to keep things separate. SY falling for LBH would cause him a mental breakdown and might never forgive SY.
Older brother SJ? Over protective, violent in a way animals are when teaching their youngâ casually but not really harmful. Picture a kitten biting a slightly smaller kitten's ear for being annoying. He'd be envious of SY getting better treatment for being younger, but would despise anyone who treated SJ better than SY. Thinks SY owes him love, and would be constantly afraid of losing said love. Possessive of SY in the way you're of your things. Unwilling to share YQY with SY, and of sharing SY with YQY. Would try to kill LBH for coveting SY and would see SY marrying LBH as the most stupid idea ever and WOULD get in the way. Would still talk to SY after the wedding, but only if he comes alone.
Younger brother SJ? the most normal of the three scenarios. Obviously possessive of SY, but in the way children are of their parents. Jealous of everybody who talks to SY, and would only feel safe with him. Willingly shares SY with YQY. Would be absolutely disgusted by SY falling for LBH. And would react like a well intentioned but very homophobic parent; cordial to SY, but would not aknowledge LBH's presence and would forbid PDA in Qing Jin Peak
#shen siblings#Shen yuan#Shen jiu#svsss#shen qingqiu#shen brothers#mip#in a Shen mood rn if you can tell#been in a shen mood for the past 7 days lmao#should be studying for the bar exam but listen#this is more entertaining
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Okay um so HMANSMSZBNW I LIVE FOR YOUR CHISHIYA FICS AND I JUST WANTED TO KNOW IF HE WOULD EVER TRY TO MAKE HIS S/O SQUIRT??
ALSO UM can you do niragi too if you're comfortable with writing him? And if this entire idea is too much please feel free to reject this!!
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Thank you so much!! That means a lot đđ I decided to write this like a headcanon so I could fit both off them!
Summary: Chishiya & Niragi's reaction to reader squirting.
A/N: I did include Niragi but this is technically an AU where he isn't a rapist. Although it's not relevant; I just thought I'd make that clear.
CHISHIYA is a clean freak. He prefers everything to be in one place; if he puts something in a specific spot, he'd spiral if it's not there. Messes always made him overwhelmed, almost claustrophobic.
But when he's pulling in and out of you, while using his fingers to circle around your clit, he can't help but freeze when he feels you soak the sheets beneath you.
He could hear your soft murmurs of apologies as you writhed beneath him. His eyes going to where your bodies connected with a surprised expression.
All he would do is sit there and register what your body did; for him for that matter. To his own surprise, he wasn't annoyed by the mess you had made, but proud of himself for it.
You squirting, fuels his ego like gas for a car. It makes him realize just how much he could manipulate your body and make you feel as good as you did, especially if you've never done that to anyone else.
NIRAGI is a madman. He prefers the messes; gets off on it. He always loved seeing his cum spread around your body. Being able to cum on your face when you'd let him was what he'd look forward to the most.
He fucks you with desperation in each thrust, yearning for your load moans of his name so everyone could hear just how good he made you feel.
He'd watch as you drifted your fingers down to your clit to stimulate yourself just a little more. The feeling of Niragi's lower half being covered in your arousal, made him laugh.
It made him go harder, a wide wicked smile on his face as he found out just how much he loved being covered in you; almost more than he liked seeing you covered in him.
reposts and comments are appreciated <3
#TW: NIRAGI#realisticjupiter#rocky's chishiya fics#rocky's niragi fics#rocky's headcanons#aib#alice in borderland#alice in borderland fandom#imawa no kuni no alice#fanfiction#alice in boderland x reader#chishiya#chishiya headcanons#chishiya alice in borderland#aib chishiya#chishiya shuntaro#chishiya smut#chishiya x reader#chishiya x you#chishiya x fem!reader#chishiya fic#chishiya fanfic#niragi suguru#niragi alice in borderland#niragi x reader#niragi#niragi sugu#niragi suguru smut#niragi smut#niragi headcanons
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TNBC showerthought #10: Sally is her own Doll
((OOC: So I saw because of @tnbc-thoughtsandheadcanons that there's a new comic coming out that's a 'what if' if Sally had been the one to find the holiday doors and not Jack. I'll admit the idea intrigues me...but I'm a little cautious.
Now's not the time to go into it but I get a little peeved with how Disney is utilizing fan-fic ideas and concepts like AUs and mecha crossovers in their spinoff material. But, besides that fear, I'm cautious for another reason. I'm noticing a lot more stuff trying to feature Sally more and more. While I like that, I'm also kind of annoyed with it.
Among the many problems I have with "Long Live the Pumpkin Queen", one of them is I feel like they're trying to make Sally more of a female alt to Jack, rather than her own unique character. LLTPQ had to retcon Sally into being a princess from another kingdom the way Jack is already a 'King'. Which, to ME is deeply insulting.
Part of what makes Sally impressive is that she is 'just' a ragdoll. She was created, not born or 'died', and she also happens to be smarter than her creator and even the king of her town. There doesn't need to be some explanation for her being the way she is and that's what's cool about her. It's very, Ozian, for lack of a better word. It's such a cute idea of an inanimate-object-brought-to-life becoming a ruler and being thought of as their own person. It's cute and even a little empowering in a way.
While I'm not scared that this new comic will retcon anything like LLTPQ did (really, it's supposed to, given that it's an AU), I'm still worried that this new comic will give Sally the exact same reaction Jack has to Christmas and have the plot of the movie try and go on but with Sally in Jack's place...and I really hope that's not what happens.
Sally is not Jack. That's what's adorable about her. That's what we the audience love about her and that's what Jack falls in love with her at the end for. Sally wouldn't do the things Jack does with Christmas because Sally is her own person and her situation and social status is different than Jack.
AUs of this kind really kind of put into perspective the kind of characters you're working/messing with. The whole reason the story of TNBC happens at all is because Jack is the kind of person he is while he finds Christmas; extroverted, peppy, self-absorbed, ostentatious and manic depressive. Jack is the king and everybody wants his approval and attention even if he thinks no one actually listens to him. The only reason Halloween ends up doing Christmas at all is because Jack is the king and is used to doing what he wants and getting his citizens in on his plans.
If Sally finds Christmas Town or any other holiday world and comes to her own self-discovery, she better not go back and try and tell the people of Halloween about it. Sally's whole deal in the first half of the movie is she doesn't want to live with Dr. Fink; she's trying to escape. She'd probably stay in the Holiday worlds because she has no one back home desperately looking for her besides Dr. Fink. She wants to be away. If anything she has a way better reason than Jack or anyone else in town to run away. And, if Dr. Fink did make a big deal and ask people to help him look and then THAT's how Halloween first finds Christmas-- that would be something. I'd really like to see an alt. Jally-romance take that direction; Jack starts a search party for Dr. Fink's missing secretary he's seen once or twice, he follows a party personally to the outskirts of Halloween land, finds the doors and Sally and SHE'S the one to introduce HIM to the other holiday worlds. That'd be so cool!
tl;dr: I hope the 'what if' comic has Sally functionally going on her own journey and being a different character and not her functionally going through the beats of the story Jack did but just Sally in place of Jack. Sally is not Jack.
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#tnbc analysis#tnbc shower thought#the nightmare before xmas#the nightmare before christmas#sally the ragdoll#sally skellington#sally the nightmare before christmas#nightmare before christmas
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Sexy professor and sexy affairs Professor!Rick!Grimes no outbreak AU
Summary: You had a huge crush on your professor, as did every other female in the college auditorium in your class. What happens when your a little behind and decide to make a move-(not just to help your grade, but your lustful intentions as well).
Pairing: Professor!Rick!Grimes x fem!college!student!reader
Word Count: 2.7k (May be proofread, bare with me people)
Warnings: Lustful yearning, mentions of readers revealing clothing, Age gap (Rick- early 30s Reader- early 20s), female gossip, reader falling asleep in class, reader makes it up to Rick (IFYKYK)â oral (M receiving), kissing, nothing much
A/N: This might be a series idk, i already have like four uncompleted series in the works and idk if I can take responsibility for another. If you guys do want a series I'll happily do one but for now this is just a little starter idea, ENJOY, MWAHđ
Rick Grimes, the best professor you could ever ask for. He was kind, determined, and made sure his students were well educated.
He loved seeing every single one of his student's answer questions and interact with the class( mainly just the females to get his attention). There were times after class he had to talk to the males and certain females about interacting more and engaging or else they're going to fail.
You on the other hand never had that problem. When you engaged, you passed with flying colors. You were at the top of all your classes and never missed a day or a lesson.
Professor Grimes was your American Literature teacher. He taught you study of writing and literature along with an introduction to different elements of writing. With his class you got to dabble in a lot of different elements to be able to get your degree in English.
Today was another day and his class was next. You were always excited when his class came along because you loved his(him) class.
You sat in your seat as normal, right next to your best friend, Candy Simmons. She was your ride or die, the person you could always call and she'll be there (and your mother as well).
"Candy, do you have everything? Sometimes you forget and you know how Professor Grimes gets when you rush out to get your books." You say to her with an eyebrow raised in concern.
Before Candy can even respond Rick is already starting class. "Alright guys, let's get to it. Today we're going to be reading Romeo and Juliet. Now has anyone read this book before today?" He asks looking around the class.
Only two people have raised their hands. "Ok, so you guys have two options. You can read with us and break the book down and discuss or you can go and start your homework on any classes your behind on." He says, addressing the two students.
One student raises his hand to speak, "uhm professor grimes? I'd like to read the book again, I'm not behind in my classes. Can I stay?" Rick nods his head at the boy and then turns his attention to the other student.
"I would like to go complete some assignments please professor? Is that ok?" the female student asks. He nods his head again and that student silently packs up and makes her way to the door.
"Thank you professor." she says, smiling at him. He smiles back and then turns back to the class. "Alright let's begin. Everyone in the very top row come get your books. Remember the numbers on your books because these will be your books." He says.
Your row finally get's to get their books and as you're waiting, you make eye contact with Rick. He didn't have a wedding ring on his hand but he used to.
You know he has a kid because he used to have to leave early to pick him up from school if he was sick. You never knew what happened to his wife but one day he just started showing up without his wedding ring on.
You were so zoned out you didn't even notice that it was almost your turn to grab a book. Once you stepped up he spoke.
"Hey, are you ok? you seemed a little zoned out there. Just wanna make sure your ok." He asks kindly with a concerned look on his face.
His southern drawl went straight to your cunt. Your little bud pulsating at the way he said your name.
"i-i'm ok Professor. When we're done can I by any chance stay after class to talk to you?" you reply nervously. 'why are you so nervous, get it together' you thought.
His face immediately softened and turned into one of care and kindness, no longer concerned. "Of course you can." he replies with a smile.
You smile back and say "thank you professor." before walking back to Candy.
"Girll, he could not take his eyes off you! I told you it was a good idea to wear that sexy ass outfit." Candy whisper-yells giggling.
"Oh stop it Candy. He was just concerned about me cause I was zoned out in the line." you say rolling your eye's at her before looking at your books number. You had the number 17.
You looked at candy, she had 18. You open the page to the table of contents and flip a little more until you reach the first chapter.
"Alright guys so were going to begin reading..."
"Wake uppp!" Candy says, shaking your whole body. You flinch as you wake up noticing half if not all the students are gone leaving you, Candy, and Professor Grimes.
'Ohhhh no! Did I sleep through his class?' you thought. You face palm and groan immediately mumbling out curses and apologies.
"Shit shit shit! Professor I'm so sorry, I've never slept through you class before! I went to bed early so I don't know how I could have fallen asleep. I even drank coffee this morning to make sure I stayed-" you rambled before he cut you off.
"It's ok. You are welcome to stay after class and read with me along with the thing you said you needed to stay later for anyway." He says with a charming tight-lipped smile on his face.
You feel heat rush up to your cheeks and smile. "Ok Professor, thank you so much!" you say walking down with Candy towards his desk.
"Candy I see you later ok? I'll meet you back at the dorm." You say with a smile.
"No wait, I won't be at the dorm remember, I have volleyball practice remember? So I won't be at the dorm till like 7 or 8pm? Depends on how long coach will makes us train for." Candy responds.
"Oh ok so then. i'll stay here a little later., maybe meet you in the gym or something. Walk back with you?" you ask.
"Yea, that's cool, later! Bye professor." she bids her goodbye's with a smile and walks away.
"Later Ms. Simmons." He replies with a smile. He then turns to you and smiles. "Alright, let's get started shall we? What do you wanna work on first?" he asks, that southern drawl getting ahold of your mind.
It's as if your body can't control itself and your thighs press together giving you that pleasant feeling.
"Uh, maybe we can start on my essay that I am having trouble with before we start on the story if that's ok?" You asks.
'Hey, this is your time, take over and lead the way." He says with a smile scooting closer to his desk.
"Ok, thanks professor." You says with a smile. You wonder if he usually lets women take control in bed. You reach across his desk to grab a pencil and your arms kind of squish your boobs together making your boobs more visible than before in your v-neck tank top.
Your eyes flicker to him and you see him glancing at your chest. You sit back down and he clears his throat.
You smirk and reach for your bag to pull out your laptop but before you could get it Rick speaks. "Hey, how about you sit next to me so we can work on it together, so it's not a struggle for you to have to find space for your laptop." He suggests scooting over.
You smile and get up moving your chair towards his chair. He gets up and closes his door. you could have sworn you hear the lock click but maybe it was the sleepiness getting to you.
You bend over at the right time to get your laptop out of your bag and your mini skirt rides up your plush thighs a little revealing your ass cheeks and a bit of your pretty pussy covered in pink underwear.
Rick's breath hitched as he gets a look of your ass. He silently curses himself for looking at you that way but how can he be mad at himself when he knows your doing this on purpose.
But if he knows of your antics, why are they working on him so well? Maybe it's because he's fantasized about you for so long. Maybe it's because he'll take breaks in the bathroom to jerk off to the smell of you, to the new revealing outfit your wearing.
He shakes his thoughts away and sits back down when you sit back down.
"Ok, so what I didn't understand exactly was the concept of Chapter 5. The book you gave us weeks ago was great, I loved it, but chapter 5 has too many things going on and I don't exactly know which concept you want me to focus on." You explain to him.
"Well, it's not really about what I want you to focus on exactly it more about how you feel about the certain concepts. Every single person in this class has had a different perspective on this specific chapter." He says. You look at him with doe eyes as he explains and he can feel his cock straining through his pants.
He grunts and continues what he was saying. "A-As I was saying, What I want y-you to do is just focus on your feelings on the concepts. You can choose a event that happened that really stood out to you and write your opinion on it. I'll be happy with that." He finishes gulping as he looks at your laptop again before glancing back at you.
"mhm, Ok! Thank you professor. Now I'll finish this when I get to my dorm, so now on to Romeo and Juliet. I've heard about this book and it's been on my to read list but I never got around to it." you say.
"Well, you would have loved the first few chapters if you didn't fall asleep." He says with a chuckle. You smile at him and he smiles back.
"I'm terribly sorry for that, how could I possibly make it up to you professor?" You ask batting your eyelashes at him with hooded eyes.
He gulps and looks at you before rubbing his hands on his jeans. He's 100% sure if you took one look down you'll be able to see how hard he is.
He knows what you are implying but he couldn't possibly do it. Your his student. But I mean, your an adult, your old enough to make your own decisions and so is he.
"I told you, it's fine. It's nothing really. Y-You were responsible enough to stay after class and make it up so theres nothing more you can do." He says running a hand through his curls.
You always though his curls were so pretty. They were the perfect shade of brown and they really brought out the blue in his eyes. His stubble was so sexy and made look so wise and so hot you wondered how it would feel on the inside of your plush thighs.
"Oh but professor Grimes, I feel like there is something else I can do. You seem to have a problem and I feel like it was by my doing." You say biting your lip.
'Shit, she knows' Rick thinks. His eyes widen at your words and he bites his lip. He shifts in his seat and groans when the friction from his jeans rub his cock just right.
"Oh come on professor. I know what you want. No one has to know, and I swear on that." You say fiddling with his pants zipper. His head drops towards your hand and he grabs it.
"I-I can't. It's bad enough that I'm hard right now. W-We have to focus on your wor-" His sentence is cut off by the feeling of your hand palming his cock.
While he was talking your hand was making moves and ended up in his boxers. The feeling of your warm, soft hand stroking his cock felt amazing.
The pleasure that is coursing through Rick's veins is immaculate. Your strokes are slow and rough. Everything he needs to cum in your hand right now.
You slide from your chair to your knees. You tap Rick's leg and he lifts his hips so you can pull down his pants and his boxers revealing his pretty leaking cock.
You lick his slit and his cock jumps. You look up at Rick when you take his entire lenghth in your mouth wasting no time at getting a taste of him.
"See, I knew you wanted this. I knew you wanted me just as badly as I want you." You say with a smirk on your face before spitting on Ricks cock and taking it right back down your throat.
Your gaging on his cock and the contractions and vibrations from your moans and throat are sending multiple waves of pleasure to Ricks cock that has his head spinning and eyes rolling back.
By the way his cock is twitching you can tell he's about to come. His hand comes down to massage at your breasts taking in all your glory of your face glistening with saliva and your boobs spilling out of your v-neck. ( this is the top I imagine reader wearing)
You moan around his cock again, jerking off whatever can't fit in your mouth. So lost in the moment your only now realizing how big and pretty Rick's cock his. Nicely trimmed pubic hair, pretty pink tip leaking and oozing with precum.
"Oh shit princess. Gonna -fuck- cum down this pretty throat of yours, hmm? Want your professor to cum down your throat baby?"
You shake your head yes as you gag on his cock some more, your eyes rolling back and your clit throbbing at his dirty words.
He was so well put together but what you didn't know was how much of a slut Professor Grimes was. " Oh fuck I'm gonna cum i'm cumming baby, fuck!" He crys out.
His hands find the back of your head and he lets out the sluttiest moan before letting out a string of curses as he cums down your throat.
"Shit shit shit, right there baby, doing soo good for me." he says. His eyes roll back as he moans out.
Releasing his hot, stick, thick load down your throat and you swallow every bit of it. You suck on his tip overstimulating him and he tries to pull your head off him whimpering and whining at the feeling.
You kiss his tip and finally let up and smile at him sticking your toungue out for him to see you swallowed everything he gave you.
"Oh fuck. Ohhh shit that felt amazing." He says chuckling. He gets up and grabs your hand to help you off your knees.
"Gotta hand it to you," He says as he watches you fix your shirt and hair while he fixes his pants. "I loved seeing you on your knees." he says with a chuckle.
You bite your lip at the compliment and smile at him. "And I gotta hand it to you Professor," You say seductively walking closer to him. "You taste really good." you say with a smirk on your face.
You walk around him and grab all your stuff packing it away. Once you have your bag on your back and the book in your hand you walk up to Rick.
"I'll see you tomorrow professor grimes." You say seductively and kiss him passionately on the lips.
You grab his neck and moan into his mouth allowing his tongue to slip in your mouth.
You pull away from the breathtaking kiss and the last thing connecting you two is a string of saliva.
"I'll be sure to stay after class again, this was fun and thank you sooo much for the extra help Professor." You say with a wink opening the door and leaving.
You smile to yourself walking down the hall and leave him there astonished.
Oh yea, he for sure need more of you and that pretty mouth. If Rick wasn't excited for tomorrow already, this moment just made him 10x more excited to see you again.
Maybe next time he'll get a taste of that pussy he's been fantasizing about.
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daddywright fall fic writing challenge
Because the Organization that Shall Not Be Named has embraced AI (among other sins), I decided I wanted to create a little challenge of my own that isn't just for November and contains prompts that I'd actually want to do as a fic writer. I did this for myself, but if anyone wants to try out any of these prompts, you're welcome to! Because I'm lazy, I'll be trying to commit to this all fall, and give myself a goal of 30,000 words. We'll see how that goes!
Some of these are 18+ prompt ideas, because I like to write explicit material. Take or leave them as you like.
As a way to get myself excited, I'm going to commit and post something by 12AM tonight (!) that falls along one of these guidelines. Stay tuned!
Write from a character's POV you've never attempted before.
Write for a ship you've never written.
Resurrect a character from the grave.
KILL a character DEAD.
Back to the Future: time travel shenanigans!
Share and develop a WIP that's at least 2+ years old
Fic inspired by a song you love.
Write a fic in future tense.
"He asked for no pickles" - Character A defending Character B (any level of seriousness)
Publish something from a fandom you've never released anything for.
Ask an artist if you could write a fic based one of their pieces you love!
For Want of a Nail: change one little thing from canon, and see what happens.
Write a crossover - if not a whole fic, then an interaction between characters from two different pieces of media
This Town Ain't Big Enough for the Two of Us: write a scene between enemies.
Self-Care: write a character getting comfort you could use in your life
Career AU: write a character with an entirely different career than their canon job
Babysitter Required: write a scene with a character that's been de-aged (through ageswap or magical means!)
Kryptonite: a character of choice encounters the one thing they can't tolerate
Live Cringe, Die Free: write an original character self-insert and have them interact in a scene with your blorbos
Knife to a Gunfight: write a scene where a character loses a fight
Passport: have your character travel somewhere you've been before
Because You Should: write a scene where the overlooked female character of a popular piece of media is the main focus
The Godfather: have a minor character play mom or dad to a child character for a day (reluctantly if necessary)
5+1 things: a classic
(18+) Laios Touden-core: Write an explicit scene with monstrous elements.
(18+) That Could've Gone Better: Write a scene that features some elements of bad sex. (Not sex written poorly, but sex that is in fact not good. They can talk about it, even.)
(18+) Write a scene featuring a kink that you've not written yet.
Werewolves of London: Your character has been struck by a curse. What is their terrible affliction?
AO3 Trope Bingo: write for a popular ao3 trend that's been around awhile (i.e., Sentinel/Guide, Hanahaki, Soulmate Writing)
To Shreds, You Say?: write a scene where a character absolutely ruins somebody else (ruin can mean whatever you want it to)
Halloween Special: write something spooky!
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Deceitful youth
Modern au! scaramouche x f! reader
w//: yandere themes, suggestive, cross-dressing, obsession, photographs of you and your stolen things
summary: When you finally transfer to an all girls school, he was left with no choice but to take on a false female identity. Just so he wouldn't have to be separated from you, he'd do anything.
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He was obsessed with you from the start.
That day in grade school when you found him playing alone in a corner and you came to offer your hand out for him to take, inviting him to play with the other kids with a cheery smile on your face.
"It must be boring playing there by yourself, come on! i'll introduce you to the others!"
He only stared at your outstretched hand, before looking back up to meet your eyes, his eyebrows drooping before he averted his gaze a few seconds after.
"I don't like playing with the other kids, they think i'm weird..."
"What do they think they're talking about? there's nothing wrong with being weird! I mean, i think i'm weird, but there's nothing wrong with me, see?" you then proceeded to flail your arms out in the air, thinking that'd somehow convince him of your point.
'nope, there's definitely something wrong with you' he wanted to say, but he decided ignoring you would be the best course of action. Unfortunately, you weren't going to let him.
"Let me play with you then! whether if you're called weird or not, I dont mind, because you're definitely much cooler looking than the other kids!"
Cool? you think he was cool? better than the other kids even? he went silent after that, a little too flustered to say anything, but didn't make a move to pull his hand out of your grasp as you led him to who knows where.
if only those times with you could've lasted longer
As time went on you became more distant with the people around you, especially when it came to the opposite sex. He knew what your reasons were, you had told him before you decided to cut all ties.
"My mom... doesn't like the idea of me hanging around with other people, especially boys for some reason. Ah, it's not that I don't like hanging out with you! but, I'm really sorry."
Despite this, that didn't stop his on growing obsession for you. From grade school all the way to high school, he was content knowing you were still in the same school as him. Even if he had to keep a good distance away as to not scare you off. How his fingers nails would dig deep into the wood of the outdoor table when he sees you all buddy, buddy with your friend group, and to no ones surprise, only consisted of girls.
Your mother really did engrave it in your brain, the 'all men are evil' kind of saying, annoyingly enough. The way your face would deflate whenever a guy would walk by a little too close to you. Seeing you fear other guys brought a strange feeling of delight and relief to him. The chances of you getting a boyfriend was beyond negative and non-existent.
Maybe your mother wasn't all that crazy and weird after all. It's true, had it been anyone else, any other guy, they were undeserving of your time and attention. Who knows how they would have treated you, but not him, because only he could treat you right.
You had befriended him first, and in return he will continue to watch over you, as the loving boyfriend you didn't know you had and needed.
So why.
Why did you leave?
"It's been a week since [y/n] transferred to that all girls school."
A week? he's surprised he hasn't spiraled yet into madness.
"Tsk, she thinks she's better than us that she can just up and leave like that?"
'Annoying wench, of course she's better than you, in fact, you're not even close to her league'
"Man, good thing I'm a guy, If I wasn't I'd probably be there too."
'ugh, nobody's forcing you, who the hell cares whatâ'
he nearly choked
eyes bloodshot when he scanned the room, his bedroom. Why was he here? shouldn't he be in school? Wait, you didn't attend the same school as him anymore, so what even was the point of going?
He layed there with his arm over his forehead, his eyes devoid of any light, the same ones that were present whenever you'd step into a room.
If only he could follow you, he would, but how? If only the world would bend down to his wants, and rules be damned when it came to you. He zoned out the knocking at his door, faintly hearing the jingling of keys when his sister stepped into the room.
"Really? getting all worked up because of some girl that you can't even bother with your attendance anymore?" Raiden Mei, better than being scolded by his mother atleast.
"You're trespassing." said in such a robotic and raspy voice, his glare was received unfazed by mei. "Relax, I've got today off so I decided to be the oh so kind sister that I am and do everyone's laundry. Unless you want to continue living like the hermit that you are under all this pile of trash." He didn't bother replying, and neither did mei want to continue the conversation further, so silence enveloped the room as she rummaged through the pile of clothes that were on the floor.
but something caught her eye, at the foot of the heep was a pretty [f/c] t-shirt that had obviously no business being there. "This-","Don't touch that!" the grip he had on her was inhumane, he hovered above her with a look that clearly said 'don't'. Despite the burning sensation on her wrist, there wasn't a single sign of discomfort shown, instead it was disgust.
"So not only are you a creep," Her eyes wandered to the many pictures of you he had on his wall, she tried to the best of her ability to ignore whenever entering his room, "you're a thief too." She jerked her hand out of his grasp, leaving the t-shirt alone before quickly finishing up collecting his dirty clothes.
"Mind your own damn business","if it would make you feel any better, mom thought you were gonna be a girl, atleast she hoped you would be."
she rested her hand on the doorknob, pausing for a moment, causing scaramouche to raise a brow. "and that's going to help me feel better, how?"
"maybe if she continued believing you were a girl, maybe you would have been, if that came to be then i guess you would have been able to follow her." His breath hitched, the cogs in his head finally starting to turn.
The door to his room was already closed when mei let out a sigh, 'Could have been blessed with a sister, but I've been cursed to have this gremlin for a brother' she'd be lying if she said she wasn't concerned, whether if it was for you or for him, that was none of her buisness.
"poor girl".
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Back in his room, he was already plotting what he'd do next. The answer was so obvious, so easy for him to achieve, that he's wondering why he hasn't thought of it sooner.
"Being a girl, huh," it wasn't impossible for him to do, he already has feminine features, as he wasn't blessed with a muscular body. He knows how to do make-up, and it would probably be best if he wore a wig to add on to his girly appearance. He'd need to change his wardrobe too, he'll have to do a little bit of research on what girls usually wear depending on what occasion. He's not worried about changing his identity, he's had experience before when making fake accounts and id's. The transfer won't be a problem, he can use his mother's connections to get him in, quite the convenience. You probably already forgot about him, as much as it hurts to say, but it's for the best so you won't be able to recognise him.
He's already getting lightheaded at the idea, giggling to himself imagining all the things he could get away with. Visiting your room wouldn't be weird, sleepovers? he gets to sleep next to you? he's shaking at the idea. Maybe even borrow each other's things, make-up, clothes, food? If you saw him as a girl then you wouldn't have to be afraid of him. It wouldn't be weird if he got all touchy with you, I mean your friends do it all the time, right?
something was starting to rise between his legs, he cringed at the motion. He better keep that in check if he doesn't want his secret to be revealed once he gets close to you.
He's sighing dreamily, his hand going over the framed photo he has of you on his desk. It was the one his mother took when the both of you were still in grade school.
"My [y/n], my darling [y/n]." His gaze softened at the idea of finally being close to you, once again.
"Let's start over."
pt.2?
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Hello! I just saw your posts about the Last Air Keyholder AU andâdear Agni!
Listen, this is beautiful. This is awestriking. This is *chef kiss*. I've always loved the initial sci-fi designs for ATLA, so it's incredible that someone's using them as a base/inspiration for an AU.
Alsoâyour unapologetic, deliberate use of tropes? This is something extremely rare to see in narrative (tropes being intentionally used as a device) and I can't wait to see what shape they take here. Count me in!
I love this AU so far and have so many questions!
What is the vibe for the Fire Nation here? The vibe for the cities, the architecture, the worldbuilding, the cultureâthings like that. From the brief description we got, some parts of your world reminded me of Neo Tokyo from Akira, but maybe that's not what you're going for.
According to your previous sketch (and my inner romantic); is ZK going to happen in this AU? How do you see a possible relationship between them developing here?
Are you planning on adapting major canon plot points moving forward?
I have, like I said earlier, a lot of questions about this! But I don't want to smother you so this is all I'll ask for now. Can't wait to see what you show us next.
Have a nice day!
Hello! Thank you!! Yess a good usage of tropes is like running into a song you love that you heard many times, and still you crank the volume up! The fandom is like 20 years old, is it possible that not much stuff has been made for the sci-fi idea?
You're absolutely right, I gotta lean onto the king of megacities Neo Tokyo from Akira, but I wouldn't have the aesthetic be completely identical to it. There's mystical aspects in this AU too, and here's my initial attempt to throw together a fast vertical slice.
Light conditions are really important in a setting and in this AU I'd have a lot of the runtime happening during dawn or sunset. There's an aura of orange light floating in but very rarely direct sun rays due to the high buildings. There should however, be lots of traffic lights of all kinds. I'm already immersed in quite a few projects that feature megacities, but each one has a different flavour and I'd be overjoyed if I manage to correctly convey each one. In this ATLA AU, there's no specific time period from IRL that would be used as a reference. All nations are grouped and mixed similar to Republic City from LoK, but this AU is noticeably way more sci-fi than the 1920s LoK. There's a large focus on all kinds of transportation and roads/railways that accompany them. Highrise buildings are specifically Fire Nation in design and ownership (usually). Lower levels have a mix of everything but they do use leftover materials and mostly cement and metal. Ground and below ground levels are brick and a maze of pipes, through which strange disused cables snake. Sometimes they tangle in great massesâŠ
I'm certain important characters from canon will appear, but I'm definitely not gonna follow the canon plotline strictly. Stuff like "Well there was a village being attacked by Hei Bai, so this AU has to have a village being attacked by Hei BaiâŠ" nothing like that. I'm taking way more freedom in this AU to ensure that characters go through specific things that would be very useful to them and which allow the natural usage of respectively fitting tropes. But I'm not treating this AU as exclusively mine and nobody else's, so anyone can give suggestions! (please give suggestions!!)
Katara and Zuko first meet "racing on the opposite sides" of Aang. From starting out as Katara on her bike assisting the Avatar during chases while the banished prince is attempting to capture him, they sort of move into situations where they race each other. Zuko figures out that Katara is a major reason why all of his attempts thus far failed so he tries to change strategies and trip up Katara in whatever non-harmful way he can imagine. He's convinced, he must demonstrate, that her speed on a bike is not unreachable to him on his rollerblades. And if he shows off a couple of tricks along the way, so be it. :)
More stuff coming up
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I'll tear out your heart, it'll always be mine - The Spot x Male!Reader
I have an idea of what Jonathon Ohnn would be like if he'd be in this situation. He is a bit silly and I love him so much. Gonna cross post on AO3 when I get out of work tomorrow (today? It's 3am).
Send me an ask and I'll answer any questions about this small AU and I'll maybe write more!! (I did. This is an alternate version)
Title is from this song.
Warnings: slight obsessive behavior towards the end. Violence (canon typical). SFW
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"Oh shit-"
The words came tumbling out as limbs flailed and hands grabbed onto said limbs.
Y/n had been sitting at home, minding his own business in his apartment when all of the sudden a giant black hole appeared and a spotted man came falling out.
The man had landed directly on top of Y/n, causing him to yell and flail.
"Hey, hey! Stop m- stop moving!" The strange man almost cried out, grabbing at the stray limbs that were assaulting him.
A closed fist was thrown at the man's face, which made him yelp. Y/n's hand went straight through the giant black spot on the face and came right out next to the man's head. It barely missed him, but Y/n panicked. He yanked his hand back with a small disgruntled noise.
"Who the hell are you?" Y/n tried to grab at the man's face, going for the white part, but the man grabbed his hand this time.
"The Spot!" The man heaved out slightly, as if he was out of breath. Y/n stopped flailing as he gave the man a confused look.
"Like... That dude who people have been talking about on the radio stealing shit?" Y/n squinted at the man in utter confusion.
"YES! I mean. Yes." The Spot nodded quickly and let out a triumphant noise. "That's me!"
Y/n took a good look at the man on top of him.
His limbs were long and awkward, as if he was stretched out ever so slightly. It was disproportionate to his solid trunk of his body. His skin was a pure white, the type that a fresh Tshirt would be, with inky black dots shifting across his skin.
"You seem so much gangly and awkward in person." Y/n's words came out and he couldn't help but grimace at himself.
"You know, that is so rude of you " Y/n bet that if the Spot had a face, he'd look offended. "Has anyone ever told you to never comment on people's looks?"
Y/n let out a snort and the Spot let his arms go.
"Has anyone ever told you that dropping on top of someone in their home, uninvited, is rude?" Y/n responded and moved to push the man off of him.
The Spot moved to get up, letting Y/n push him off practically. The Spot stood above Y/n and watched as he had moved to sit back up.
"It's not like I wanted to be here."
Y/n did recall that the reports had said he seemed to not know how to use his power quite yet, so that made sense.
"Well" Y/n dusted himself off and looked back up to the spotted man. "I would like to ask you to leave. As much as I'd like to chat, I do have things to do."
"Feisty." The Spot grumbled and pulled a spot off of himself. He flinged it against the wall, where it stuck and grew in size. "See you around."
"Yeah." Y/n watched as the Spot climbed through the spot. "Sure."
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It had been months since their first interaction, and Y/n couldn't seem to shake the spotted bastard.
More and more frequently, the Spot seemed to show up whenever he pleased. He would simply open up a spot in the middle of the living room, walk out to grab a piece of fruit that was kept on the dining room table, then walk back out.
Sometimes, if Y/n was unlucky, he would actually stay a bit and ramble to Y/n.
Y/n learned that his name was Jonathan Ohnn. He was an Alchamex scientist who had been effected by the destruction of Wilson Fisk's tower and other events in the last year.
Apparently the accident had turned him into the being he is today.
Without a job and family, the Spot just seemed lonely and desperate for any interactions and money. He stole small things so he could pay rent from some shady slumlord that had connections to Wilson Fisk. Nobody else would home some spotted lab experiment gone wrong, so he did what he had to.
Y/n almost felt pitty for the guy. It wasn't necessarily his fault that all of this happened. He apparently just wanted to study alternate realities and ended up aiding in the space time continuum being sliced open.
Y/n had given in by now, letting the man crash at his place sometimes. He would let the Spot sleep on his couch, giving him time to watch the spots slowly disappear from his skin as if his powers were connected to his consciousness.
Y/n was now leaning against the Spot as they watched a soap opera on his television. The skin underneath his felt akin to skin, if not more rubbery and smooth. Almost as if it was a giant scar. He was cool to the touch on his limbs, but his head and rest of the body was warm.
"I don't understand why she doesn't go for Daniel." The Spot mumbled as he shoved popcorn into the large hole on his face.
That hole seemed to be the closest he had to a mouth and eye. It consumed food when he wanted it to and would change size like an iris. It was so odd, as the man didn't excrete anything. Y/n made sure to ask about it. The stuff that went in disappeared, as if his body absorbed it as pure energy and matter.
"It's for the drama." Y/n shrugged and pressed his cheek against the Spot's shoulder. "I thought you lived for drama?"
"Not this kind." The Spot would have rolled his eyes if he could.
"I know." Y/n smiled and looked up to the Spot.
Their time together had given Y/n a soft spot for the man. Today was the day he was going to offer him a place to stay. There was a second bedroom he kept as storage. He could buy a futon easily. He wasn't completely broke, and if push comes to shove then the Spot could steal it.
"Hey, Spot." Y/n started.
The man looked down to him and tilted his head.
"You know you can call me Jonathan, right?" That was his only response.
Right.
"Yeah. Totally." Y/n nodded. "Would you want to move in, Jonathan? You're always here and you won't have to do anything drastic anymore. No more stealing."
Jonathan was oddly quiet. He was only like this if he was thinking. It was almost eerie, especially when the spots on him stilled.
"Yes. Sure. I..." Jonathan put a hand on Y/n's arm. "Are you sure? I'm a freak of nature and I don't have a job. I am a liability and a burden."
"You need to get out of your shitty apartment, so I don't see why not." Y/n shrugged. "You can have my extra room."
Jonathan hummed before sighing.
He looked as stressed as someone without a face could.
"I could. Would you genuinely not mind?" Jonathan turned his whole body towards Y/n, who moved to sit up and put his hands on Jonathan's knees.
"I offered, right?" Y/n offered a small smile.
Jonathan looked down towards Y/n's hands and placed one on top of them. Y/n could tell that something was wrong.
"No one has been this nice to me since this happened." Jonathan looked back up.
Y/n brought his free hand up to Jonathan's face, tilting his head slightly.
"I won't abandon you, I promise. I care about you." Y/n rubbed his thumb across Jonathan's cheek, watching as the spot on his face get smaller as if it was closing.
"Promise?" Jonathan asked quietly.
"Of course."
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Y/n stared in horror as emergency services cleaned up the rubble that was once his job.
Spider-Man and a villain had came blasting through the window and ended up destroying his job. He had gotten bruised and cut up in the process, which wasn't bad.
But it was the fact that the mom & pop restaurant that he helped manage was destroyed beyond repair that was bad.
"Y/n." The owner, Mr. Giovanni, approached.
Y/n felt a pit in his stomach as he looked up from where he sat. The man looked red eyed as he sat down next to Y/n.
"I'm sorry, but I don't think we'll be able to come back from this." Mr. Giovanni spoke quietly, only for Y/n to hear as people rushed by. "I am sorry. I didn't want you to have to loose a job this way."
Y/n looked away, taking a deep breath and pressing his ash covered palms onto his closed eyes. Emotions bubbled up in his chest and he could feel his eyes water.
"Don't cry, dear child." Mr. Giovanni put a hand on Y/n's back. "I can help you get a new one. I have strings I can pull."
"I... I don't know." Y/n dropped his hands from his face. "Would it be soon enough to keep up with rent?"
It had been almost a year since Jonathan had moved in. A year of supporting two people on one income that was better than what most people in his situation would have. This would ruin their financial state.
"I would hope. But no saying if it would." Mr. Giovanni frowned. "That boyfriend of yours still don't have a job?"
"He isn't my boyfriend." Y/n shook his head. "But no. He has a condition that makes it so nobody wants to hire him."
Mr. Giovanni hummed and whispered how it was such a shame.
The two sat in silence before the fire department walked up with an officer.
"My name is Officer Morales. Could we have a minute?" The officer spoke to Mr. Giovanni.
Mr. Giovanni turned to Y/n before handing him his final paycheck and leaving.
Y/n sniffled as he pocketed the money and got up. The walk home was filled with anxiety and self pity. It bubbled with anger the closer and closer he got to his home.
Y/n stomped up the steps of the apartments, going up two at a time. He unlocked his door with more force than needed, pushing himself in harshly. He slammed the door behind him. The apartment rattled at the force.
"Woah!" Y/n heard Jonathan from the depths of the apartment call out.
Y/n took off his jacket, gripping it in front of him with both hands. His bruised and dirty hands shook as his angered bubbled up.
With a loud scream that ripped through his throat like fire, Y/n threw his jacket as hard as he could towards the wall and fell to his knees.
"Y/n?!" Jonathan called out and there was footsteps running through the small apartment.
Y/n's eyes welled up with tears as he started to hard sob. Hands found their way to his shoulders, pulling him up slightly.
"Y/n, what happened to you? Who hurt you?" Jonathan asked, his voice warbling slightly. "Are you okay?"
Y/n let out a hiccuping sob as he opened his eyes again. Jonathan's face spot was blown wide and did the solar flare that happened when he was upset. His spots were shaking and swirling, coming off his body in the way that he'd seen solar flares reach from and back into the run in videos.
The hands moved their way to Y/n's face, holding him in place and inspecting him.
"Y/n, why are you bleeding and bruising?" Jonathan's voice sounded like it was glitching and about to cry himself.
"A fight." Y/n tried to take a deep breath, but it kept catching on the lump in his throat. "Spider-Man and a villain crashed into my job. They destroyed everything. Spider-Man tried to stop him. But I got thrown by the guy."
Jonathan's face spot shrunk at the mention of Spider-Man and the villain.
Y/n knew he held grudges against the poor kid, as much as Y/n tried to tell him that the couldn't have known.
"They did what?" Jonathan rubbed a thumb against a dry patch of blood on Y/n's cheek. "What villain?"
"The one with the wings. Vulture?" Y/n sniffled. "My job though... It's gone."
"Your job is gone?" Jonathan slowly took a hand off of Y/n's face and put it through a spot.
"The place was demolished. Mr. Giovanni told me that he can't afford to fix everything." Y/n explained as he watched Jonathan pull his hand back to them, with a wet cloth in his hand. "He said he'd try to get me a job."
Jonathan was oddly quiet as he slowly wiped Y/n's face. Y/n couldn't tell what he was thinking as he dragged the cloth across the now scabbing cuts. It stung slightly, but Y/n didn't flinch. He was too focused on the pinprick spot on Jonathan's face.
"Jonathan?" Y/n frowned.
Jonathan hummed in response, the spot flicking upwards for a second towards Y/n's face.
"You're quiet." Y/n stared simply.
"It'll be okay. I promise." Jonathan was oddly vague. "I'll make everything okay."
"What do you mean by that?" Y/n frowned.
"Don't worry." Jonathan took the cloth away and tilted his head. "Now, let's go get you food."
--
Jonathan Ohnn was a simple guy.
He normally wasn't one to step up when someone fucked him over. He normally let things brush by. Why would he fight people when he knew that everything was worth it.
It wasn't until Spider-Man ruined everything that he had felt worthless. His life was suddenly ruined; he lost his job, friends, and family. He felt alone and like his spots were eating him alive. He didn't feel human.
That was until he accidentally stumbled upon Y/n.
Y/n had cared for him, even with how he looked. He became friends with Jonathan over months and then took Jonathan in. He felt tied to Y/n. The two were two strings within an interconnecting web; tied together and forever interwoven.
The amount of anger and pain that Jonathan had felt when he saw Y/n crying in their foyer, beaten almost to a pulp, had been the worst he had felt since he had lost his life.
It felt as if he had crumbled again. He never wanted to feel that again.
So there Jonathan was, walking into a bar off of 42nd. It was a known villain bar that no one messed with. Something having to do with the sacred ecosystem of crime.
Or something like that.
Jonathan stepped into the bar and watched as heads turned towards him.
"Holy shit." One man grumbled and turned away. "Someone let the spotted one in."
Jonathan didn't care. He looked around the bar until he saw the Vulture.
The man had cuts across his face, a bruise of two littering his arms from the fight that destroyed Y/n's job.
"Hey! Who invited the D-lister?" Some villain in the back called out and others laughed.
Jonathan felt anxiety spike in his stomach, but walked towards the Vulture. He hated hearing the whispers about him, calling him a shitty villain. A joke.
He was getting tired of being a joke to literally everyone.
Jonathan stopped in front of Vulture, who simply looked up with a raised eyebrow.
"What'd you want, dalmatian?" Vulture mumbled into his beer.
"You destroyed Giovanni's." Jonathan simply stated. "You ruined perfectly good people's lives."
A few men around laughed at that.
"What of it?" Vulture sighed and sat down his beer, fully turning towards Jonathan.
"Someone whose very dear to me worked there. You threw him across the room like a sack of potatoes." Jonathan clenched his fist.
"Shit happens. You know that. We've all heard your story." Vulture cracked his neck and turned away. "Now get lost, you joke."
Jonathan took a deep breath and punched the man.
Quickly, a fight broke out. The flailing of limbs and drawing of fists had ended with Jonathan being thrown out of the bar.
He cursed as he watched the bar owner slam the door behind him.
"Fuck them." Jonathan grumbled.
He stomped away, before seeing an ATM sign across the street.
--
Y/n looked up as Jonathan dropped a wad of cash onto the dining room table.
Y/n blinked and frowned. The cigarette burning between his fingers was getting close to the end.
"Please don't tell me that spat you got in with Spider-Man was to get that money." Y/n was hoping Jonathan wasn't going to fall into this slippery downfall.
"No." Jonathan shook his head quickly then paused. "Well. Actually yes. But that's not the point."
"Then what's the point, Jonathan?" Y/n had an uneasy feeling.
Jonathan had came back late. He was acting irrational, mumbling about God knows what. It almost sounded like tongues by how quickly Jonathan was speaking and waving his hands.
"I thought you quit cigarettes a year ago?" Jonathan deflected, pointing at the now burnt out bud.
Y/n held a sour expression as he rubbed the bud into an old and stained ashtray.
"I told you I have one every whatever when I'm stressed. I did quit." Y/n tossed the bud into the nearby trashcan before looking back to Jonathan. "Now, what'd you do?"
"Nothing!" Jonathan held his hands up in defense. "I was doing a job and I ran into my nemesis!"
Y/n hummed and rubbed his face with one hand.
"Y/n, you look tired. Have you slept? Do I need to fix the fan in your room again?" Jonathan kneeled down to put a hand on Y/n's face.
"I'm just. I can't sleep sometimes. Anxiety." Y/n smiled up at Jonathan. "You know how it is."
"I do." Jonathan nodded before taking his hand away.
Y/n watched Jonathan as he took a few steps away, opening up a cabinet and pulling out random items. He was seemingly collecting them for god knows what.
"I do have something to do tonight!" Jonathan's voice was bubbly like normal. He was seemingly excited for whatever he was doing. "It could help fix everything!"
"Do you want to share?" Y/n asked.
Jonathan shook his head quickly.
"No!" It sounded like he would be smiling. "I will need a lot of power though! I have plans for us. I can fix everything and make sure things will go how they need to be."
Y/n felt worried now.
Jonathan had never been like this.
"What'd you do?" Y/n asked again.
"I found something out about my holes!" Jonathan did a little bounce as he walked. "I can access the multiverse!"
Y/n noticed now that his spots were almost all gone. There was his main one, but that was it.
"Where are your spots?" Y/n frowned.
"Used them up. I'm gonna get more, don't worry. It'll all be okay!" Jonathan sat his items in a little basket and turned to Y/n.
"Are you going somewhere?" Y/n stood up.
Y/n had a horrible feeling. Jonathan's hole was warping and flaring. He looked more skittish than normal. Something was horribly wrong.
"Yes. I'll be back! I promise. At least a few hours!" Jonathan grabbed his stuff and turned to the door.
"Please don't leave me " Y/n stepped towards Jonathan, who paused in the doorway. Y/n held a hand out and hoped he would listen.
"I have to go." Jonathan's tone was soft and low. "I'm going to fix everything. I'll be back."
And with those words, Jonathan left.
--
Two days.
He had been gone for almost two days.
Y/n sat on his couch, watching as the news played. He was hoping that if he watched the news closely, he'd eventually see if Jonathan did anything.
But he hadn't.
Not since a building nearby had holes in it and what was called a mini collider being found. Y/n knew it had to do with him.
Y/n sniffled and lifted up the remote. He was about to change the channel, but the news suddenly shifted.
The bar on 42nd that was known for villains was now being live streamed from a helicopter. The building was on fire and many villains that Y/n vaguely recognized could be seen laying outside of the building.
Then, as if on cue, another was thrown out of the bar. Y/n could only imagine the sound of the body blasting through the wooden door and frame, crashing into the cement as bones broke.
It took Y/n a second to realize it was Vulture.
The others villains slowly started to move, but Vulture didn't move at all. Heads turned to their fallen friend before looking back to the door of the bar.
Y/n could see a rippling on the screen, almost as if it was gliching where the door of the bar was. Then the being stepped out.
It was a pitch black, almost warping, figure. The limbs kept glitching and lagging almost as they move. An arm lifted up and an inky hole appeared above the Vulture. Rubble fell through and crushed the villain.
Y/n covered his mouth and choked on the air in his lungs. It was terrifying to watch as police officers shot at the beings, but it did nothing. Then the being looked at the helicopter.
Y/n could now see a giant white spot on the face and a few on the being's body.
Just like Jonathan.
Then it clicked.
It was Jonathan.
Y/n let out a strangled gasped as he grabbed the remote and clicked the TV off. He moved quickly. Pushing himself up and turning his body to move towards his bedroom.
He needed to leave the apartment. What if Jonathan showed up? What if he hurt Y/n like he did to those villains.
Y/n only made it halfway before he heard a crackling.
In front of him, in a blink of an eye, Jonathan appeared.
He was an inky black that never stopped shifting. His white spots were even worse as they never seemed solid. He had an odd crackling noise to him that almost offended Y/n's ears.
"Y/n." Jonathan spoke first. "I'm back."
"You said a day."
It was the first response that came to Y/n's head and it made Jonathan laugh. His voice was warped and crackling like his body. It sounded almost autotuned. Terrifying.
"I kept getting stopped by annoying little arachnids." Jonathan shrugged. "But I am here now. I have to complete my journey before we can have everything."
Y/n took a step back, his eyes slowly watering.
"What do you mean?" Y/n couldn't stand to see Jonathan like this.
"Y/n, I'm doing this for us." Jonathan sounded like he was frowning. "They take me seriously now and I am getting back at the people who hurt you. Who hurt me."
Y/n shook his head as Jonathan continued.
"Spider-Man created me, ruined my life. He ruined your job. I took care of Vulture already." Jonathan held out his hand. "Please don't step away from me. Please."
His voice was pleading as he realized that Y/n was terrified.
"Y/n, please don't leave me. You promised me you wouldn't." Jonathan started to plead. "I know this isn't what you wanted, but I couldn't just stand around and let them do this. The things they said to me. About me. About you."
"You promised that you wouldn't do something like this." Y/n shook slightly as he backed away again.
Jonathan took a large step towards Y/n, who now realized how much bigger Jonathan had gotten suddenly. He was almost a half foot taller. Must be from a power surge.
"I'm doing this for us." Jonathan's voice whined as he took Y/n's face with his hands. "Look at me! I love you so much and I couldn't watch as you spiralled."
His voice had gotten louder, but Jonathan's hold was gentle. What you would call his skin felt like electricity now. It didn't sting, but felt like touching an old TV screen with your hands.
"You mean so much to me. I'd do anything for you and you know that." Jonathan's voice had quieted back down. "You don't understand the lengths I'd go for us to be together and safe."
"Then why did you have to leave?" Y/n was crying now. "We could have been happy here. I could have gotten another job."
Jonathan was quiet. His face spot had stilled slightly, as if he was debating something.
"I have to do one final thing. Then we will be together." Jonathan nodded. "I promise. Okay? Then you can get a job and I'll make sure no one can find us."
Y/n nodded and put his hands on both of Jonathan's.
Jonathan nodded also and pressed his forehead against Y/n's. The two stood like that for a minute before there was a noise outside.
Jonathan's head snapped up at the noise and his hands dropped from Y/n's face. He seemingly glitched as he phased through different spots to reach the window.
Y/n watched as he stuck a hand through a spot and yanked it back.
In Jonathan's hold was Spider-Man. The kid thrashed within Jonathan's hold and Y/n gasped.
"Jonathan! Don't!" Y/n took a few steps forward.
"I have to deal with this." Jonathan didn't look up. His voice was oddly flat. "I will be back."
A spot appeared next to Jonathan and Spider-Man. Y/n sprinted towards them, but it was too late.
Jonathan and the spider had disappeared into the spot. Leaving Y/n alone, once again.
Y/n let out a scream before he fell to his knees.
Nothing good was going to come out of this.
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König x Reader Series
Finally decided that I should do an x reader series in the near future for König since I love love love him and want to do him justice (and am tired of seeing the same reallllly gross and flat out fetishization of him + terrible representation of his social anxiety)
The only thing is I don't have any for sureee certain ideas on what type of series I'd like to write. I usually don't keep to the normal "you guys both work at the same company and shoot people and do sick backflips" because that's just not my personal cup of tea (I also really struggle with those narratives cause my weenie ass would NOT be out on those battlefield). That being said, what should I do?
Making a poll but feel free to absolutely suggest anything or ask questions if you need something else to help decide
(as always with my writing, this WILL be a gender neutral reader because I want anyone to be able to read it and put themselves there)
(Also even if it's AUs, I'm still writing him with his military experience, being at the age I usually put him as of about 40ish - I just like writing him with some bit of a life outside of his work)
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