#idk how i feel about it but it’s late and i want to put it up

[cosmosluckycharms]

idk if u wanna write this but spider!bat reader x miles? like maybe after atsv they get totgether

Bug Like Angel

Sweet / I thought you wanted to dance

sorry this is so ass im writers block rn and its so late rn im so tired but ive been starving u guys from works sigh uhhh this is not canon to the actual storyline this is a what if

this is so ass sorry its also short cause again writers block is not fun

sorry if this is ooc im so tired

It was 9:19

You were getting ready for your first gala.

A week earlier, Alfred had promised you you'd finally get to spend time with your father.

Better late than never.

As soon as he told you about it, you went ahead and told all of your friends.

Everyone from school and the spider society.

Sure, lately you were starting to give up on Bruce being your father, but there was a tiny part of you that hoped this was what could fix your relationship.

This could be a way to finally connect with your family.

They would all see you as a sibling.

Most people would assume that you would hate galas like most people your age.

And the truth was, you did.

Even though you'd never gone to one, some of the people there would come over to the manor for visits.

You hated how all the stuck-up rich people would always talk about things that didn't interest you.

The way they would poke fun at you over never being acknowledged.

The way that they'd tell you how you looked so much like Bruce.

You shook your head and tried to get rid of the thought.

Tonight would be the night that your father would tell everyone you were his daughter.

He would boast about all your hobbies and achievements.

That everyone would finally get to see you, as Bruce Wayne's daughter, and not just a forgotten Wayne.

You spent the whole week preparing yourself for this day.

You got your nails done by Miles' mom in a way that perfectly matched your dress.

You did your hair so very perfectly, the way Peter B's MJ had taught you.

And your dress was personally done by someone in the spider society who was a fashion designer.

You had some jewelry you borrowed from Pav's aunt.

A pearl bracelet and necklace, along with some earrings.

You were so excited.

You checked the time, it was 9:32.

You had to be ready by 9:35.

Shit.

Why were you always late?

You started speeding up and putting the finishing touches.

By the time you were done, it was 9:36.

You sped down the dark miserable halls and the huge flights of stairs, being careful using the new heels you went and bought with Miles' mom.

Once you got downstairs, you were out of breath.

Once you caught it again, you saw Bruce and Tim already heading out the door.You walked up to Bruce and pulled on his sleeve, confused.

"Why is Tim coming? I thought it was just us?" you tilted your head in confusion.

Tim spoke up "You were taking too long, he decided to take me instead."

You balled up your hands in anger, but managed to calm yourself down "But Alfred told me-"

You got cut by Bruce "I don't have time for this, we're running late."

You flinched at Bruce's sudden cold tone.

A slight feeling of guilt passed through Bruce. "I'm sorry, I forgot. Maybe next time."

They started making their way out the door once again.

Tim made a stupid joke that made Bruce let out a chuckle.

You felt angry tears well up in your eyes as you stood there, frozen, as you watched them both walk away.

You furiously stomped your way back to your room, throwing your fancy purse onto the floor.

You cried at the edge of your bed, which left a stain of makeup on there.

After half an hour of pathetically crying, you sat up.

You should've known.

You should've known how Bruce wouldn't wait for you.

You should've known that he wouldn't care enough to wait for you.

Of course wouldn't, you weren't worthy enough for your father's love.

You would never be.

Bruce's love went to his other children, his sons.

You'd never be equal to them.

The more you thought about it, the more mad you were.

You had to get out of the manor before you got even more pissed.

You put on your web shooters, ignoring how you still had your big gala dress on.

You opened your window and snuck out.

You ignored how someone was most likely gonna see you swinging around without a costume.

You got to a random rooftop and sat down.

You noticed how across the building was the gala, playing loud, classical music.

You started crying once more.

You couldn't tell if it was out of sadness or anger.

Your dress was now slightly ripped and your heels were scuffed.

Your makeup was running down your face and everything was going wrong.

You just wanted to go home.

A familiar buzz and ringtone went off.

You checked your phone and checked the contact.

It was Miles.

Your heart skipped a beat and you fumbled with your phone a bit, quickly clearing your throat and picking up.

"Hello?" you said, a tad bit too excitedly.

"Hey, it's Miles."

"Oh, yeah. right."

An awkward silence passed on both ends.

"Why'd you call? I mean, it's not like I did want you to call; you're cool and all, and I do like you. I mean-! Not like, like like you, I mean like-" you rambled on for a couple more seconds before finally shutting up.

"I got a feeling I had to check up on you," he replied

"I'm fine, great even!" you spoke, obviously not fine.

"You only say that when you're not fine. I'm on my way."

Fuck.

He was on his way and you looked a mess.

You quickly tried your best to clean yourself up.

Sure, Miles wouldn't judge you for your makeup that was running down your face or your ruined dress, but you didn't want him to worry.

You cleaned yourself up as much as you could, which didn't do much.

You felt a familiar tingle in your skull.

You turned around and saw an orange portal.

As soon as Miles walked through, you got excited.

Only for that excitement to fade out to realize you still looked bad.

He looked at you, noticing how you looked like a mess "Y/n? You look like hell."

"Yeah, I just got back." you chuckled.

After yet another moment of awkward silence, you ran and tackled him into a hug, awkwardly.

He spoke up, sitting down "You look upset, what's wrong?"

"Nothing serious." you sat down next to him

"Was it your family?"

"Yeah."

"They're all assholes."

"I know, right?"

"What even happened?"

"Fucking Tim happened." you threw a random pebble at the floor.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"Dude, for the last like, week I've been so excited over finally being able to go bond with my father, only to be forgotten again."

"At least you look pretty."

"You're pretty too! I mean, like, Uhm, yeah." you stuttered, face growing warm

You both talked for a while, mostly filled with you both awkwardly flirting like two middle schoolers.

After an hour or two, you could hear the gala's music blasting a romantic slow song.

You both hummed along to the slow song, you didn't notice how Miles looked at you like you were the light of his life.

He got up, making you look at him confused.

He pulled his hand out, and you took it.

You've never been a really good dancer despite being in dance at a young age.

And what made it worse was that you kept fumbling around, accidentally stepping on his shoes every 10 seconds.

Instead of just giving up on you though, he kept going.

After a minute or two, you finally got it. All you could hear was both of your laughter and the loud, slow music blaring from the gala.

Unbeknownst to you, there were a lot of people who could see you and Miles.

Luckily for him, he had his mask on.

Unluckily for you, they saw you dancing with him.

They took a lot of pictures, and you would've known if it wasn't for someone having their flash on their camera.

You can already see the headline for tomorrow's gossip magazines.

"Forgotten Wayne, seen flirting with new vigilante?"

As soon as you both noticed the flash, Miles spoke up.

"I think it's time to get you home."

Before you could protest, he picked you up bridal style and started swinging you back to the manor.

Great, the paparazzi ruined a moment with your stupid crush of a year or two.

He dropped you off at your windowsill, which had always been a blind spot for cameras.

You started turning around to go to bed, only to be turned around and kissed by Miles.

You felt your face heat up.

You both stared at each other in shock.

"Goodnight!" Miles quickly blurted out, rushing away.

You processed what happened and threw yourself onto your bed, giggling and kicking your feet.

You couldn't believe this.

The guy you've liked since you first met him 2 years ago liked you back!

It was like a fairytale dream!

The next morning you got up and ready for the day.

You knew you were most likely going to see your family eating breakfast, which made you feel nauseous with anxiety.

You didn't wanna face them.

Not Alfred.

Not Bruce.

And certainly not Tim.

You didn't understand why Bruce preferred him over you.

You didn't want to get upset all over again, so you pushed away the thought.

All you wanted to think about was the night before.

You felt like a lovesick puppy every time you thought about Miles.

You made your way to get breakfast, still in your pajamas.

You could slowly overhear some of your family's conversation.

You were nosey, so you eavesdropped.

"I just can't find anything about this guy!" you heard Tim saying

Bruce spoke, clearing his voice "Are you sure?"

"Yes I'm sure!" you could practically see Tim stressing from a mile away. "it's like he's not from here."

You finally got to the kitchen, about to pour some cereal for yourself.

"What did you do?" Tim barked

"Huh?" you looked at him, trying to act dumb

"Last night, 11:47 pm. where were you?" he glared

"Out and about." you tried to act natural

"Be specific."

"wouldnt you like to know weather boy?" you reached for the cereal

"You're being so stubborn." he crossed his arms

"I was in the manor." you lied

He slammed the pictures of you and Miles dancing together.

Shit.

"Hop off my dick," you spoke, angrily.

"And what about these?" Bruce placed down a picture of Miles kissing you, with the bottom of his mask lifted slightly.

A drop of sweat rolled down your face "Uhm.."

"This is dangerous! You can't be doing this. you shouldn't be dating other vigilantes." Bruce took a sip out of his coffee

"you guys do it all the time," you argued

"That's different!" he slammed the coffee mug down.

"How?"

"We know how to take care of ourselves."

"As if I don't?"

You could feel their angry stares on you.

"Listen, I'm fine now. I don't get what the big deal is."

"The big deal is how this is ruining how people see you. How people see all of us." Tim lectured

"That's all you care about? How the public sees us?" you put your hands on your hips

They went quiet for a moment and you spoke up again.

"This wouldn't have happened if you both just let me go to the gala for once," you uttered.

"This is about the gala?" Bruce asked.

"No, it's not about the gala, it's about how I've constantly been treated." You explained, trying to keep your composure "You guys only care when I'm doing something that harms you socially."

Bruce was about to speak up only for you to walk back to your room, still hungry.

"Just let her be," Tim said, looking at the pictures yet again.

He couldn't help but wonder,who was that boy?

im sorry this is so ass omg

no taglist this time bcs this isnt canon

[lechrts]

I Wait For You. ✷ Paige Bueckers

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Roommate!reader

Summary: When she comes home and overhears a certain conversation not meant for her ears.

Word Count: 900+

Disclaimer/s: fluff. I guess. idk i’m just gay i was geeked.

Vera’s Voice! PLEASEEEEEE i love this trope. I ABUSE IT. okay yeah. enjoy. Smooches. Happy Elite Eight. go huskies. i love you Usc but that natty is HERS. ALRIGHT. please (Ok knocking on wood bc i don’t wanna jinx anything idk please kill me km stressed. Also another paige blurb should be out ina but too. Yeah. Ok byyyeee

Paige was exhausted.

Practice had run late—again—pushing her body to its limits, leaving her legs aching and her shoulders tight with fatigue. By the time she finally made it home, all she could think about was a hot shower and sinking into bed.

The shared apartment was quiet, dimly lit by the glow of a single kitchen light you had probably forgotten to turn off before retreating to your room.

Paige kicked off her sneakers near the door, dropped her duffel bag carelessly in the hallway, and stretched her arms over her head with a quiet groan.

She knew you were still awake—your bedroom door was cracked open, a faint sliver of warm light spilling into the hallway.

Normally, she would’ve called out to let you know she was home, but the soft hum of your voice gave her pause.

It wasn’t the usual idle chatter she heard when you were on FaceTime late at night. There was something different in your tone—something soft, almost wistful. Paige hesitated for only a second, then took a step closer, just enough to hear.

“I don’t even know why I think about this stuff,” You muttered, the frustration in your voice clear. “Like, my brain just makes up these dumb scenarios, and then I wake up all flustered like an idiot.”

Paige felt curious.

What were you talking about?

More importantly, why did the idea of you waking up flustered because of someone else make her stomach twist?

Your friend’s amused voice crackled through the speaker. “Okay, okay, but what was the dream?”

A pause.

Then, finally, a groan. “It’s so dumb.”

Paige bit the inside of her cheek, waiting.

“We were at this drive-in movie,” You admitted, voice lower now, like you were reluctant to share. “One of those old-school ones, with the huge projector screen and string lights. And we had, like, a whole setup in the back of a truck. Blankets, snacks, the whole thing. And she—” You hesitated.

Paige barely breathed.

“She kept doing that thing where she acts all smooth, but it’s, like, genuinely cute.” Your voice softened at the memory, like you could still feel it. “She’d steal my popcorn, bump my shoulder, put her arm around me like it was nothing.”

Paige’s pulse spiked.

She?

She.

“Wait who? Paige?!” The other of the end call spoke up—and at that point. The blonde in question was geeked.

You shushed your friend, nervous at how loud her end of the call was but you were still convinced you were home alone…

Little did you know though.

Paige had to bite back the grin threatening to creep onto her face, her exhaustion momentarily forgotten.

“And girl.. like, right at the end, when the credits were rolling, she just—ugh, it’s so cringe.”

Your friend snorted. “She what?”

“She kissed me,” You admitted. Quiet. A little breathless. “Like, not even in a dramatic way. Just soft, easy, like it was the most natural thing in the world.”

Oh.

Oh, shit.

Paige felt like her heart had just stopped.

She knew she had been flirting with you. At least, in the way she could—casual teasing, lingering touches, stealing your snacks just to get a rise out of you.

But she had never been sure if you picked up on it. If you even wanted to pick up on it.

But this?

This was confirmation in the best way possible.

You had dreamt about her. About being with her. And not in some vague, meaningless way—you had imagined the details. The way she’d hold you, touch you, kiss you.

Paige had never felt so pleased with herself in her life.

Before she could get caught standing there like an idiot, she forced herself to move, slipping into the living room and collapsing onto the couch like she had been there the whole time.

She flicked on the TV, pretending to be lost in the NBA game flashing across the screen, even though her mind was racing.

A minute later, she heard your bedroom door creak open.

Then—soft footsteps padding toward the kitchen.

“Oh!” You seemed startled. “Didn’t know you were back.”

Paige barely spared you a glance, keeping her expression cool and relaxed, trying to act nonchalant. “Yeah, got back like five minutes ago.”

You hovered for a second, nodding with a simple shrug before slipping into the kitchen, opening the fridge, pretending like your hands weren’t shaking as you reached for something.

Paige let you stew in it for a moment, just because she could.

Free will and all that.

Then, right as she heard the fridge door close..

“Hey, by the way—”

She didn’t turn, but she knew you froze. She could feel it.

“There’s this drive-in movie showing tomorrow a couple towns over,” She said, voice casual, almost bored.

Like this wasn’t about to wreck your entire world.

The silence stretched. “If you’re down, Im down.” Paige bit her lip, barely holding back her smirk.

“And I can kiss you during the credits, if you’d like that too.”

And everything around you literally crumbled.

Oh my god.

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[kerryshifting]

queen, I realized my biggest blockage with shifting is not humanizing my dr and just thinking that it’s some just fun like made up place and I don’t know how to like get it in my head that it’s so real and that I will be there and everything will be my real life IDK

first thing: blockages are a myth, so you can shift whatsoever.

now….. humanizing your dr. you just have to realize that it’s not a fanfiction: more you try to put this idea in your head, the more you will start to truly understand it. your dr (start to call it life, not desired reality) its a life like all others, like this reality. start affirming it, start acknowledging this truth.

not everything is going to be perfect, and negative things can happen: you may have an argument with your friends, or your parents, or fail a school project. a life is not a daydream you make up in your head when you are bored. a life is not an escapism. you may have a script, but your decisions will still influence the reality you are aware of. for example, you can script to be in a relationship with x but, once you shifted, you can decide to kiss y and be in a relationship with y.

in life, consequences have actions. and this is a rule that not only follows you, but everyone and everything. you may think ‘ahahah i am the main character’ but technically, every single person of your dr is. even the ones you dont know the existence of.

do not see your dr as something above you. start to think about the mondane things in your drs: there are going to be boring days, sad days, days where you are so angry that you hate everyone. think about every human emotion you can have: you will probably feel it. jealousy, happiness, sadness, embarrassment, disgust. etc etc etc etc.

you consider this reality real. why? i mean, i know that your 3d plays a huge part, of course….. but start seeing your dr just as your cr. because it is. think “how does life work?” and apply it also in your dr. you can get hurt by something silly like someone accidentally punching you in the eye when they didn’t see you ( happened to me. el oh el ) or you will probably get nasty looks even when you didn’t do anything wrong. you may accidentally oversleep one morning and be late to wherever you want to go. you may find someone soooo annoying that you want to leave the earth to just be far away from them.

also: why don’t you think it’s real? it is too good to be true? or it’s because there’s magic? a different timeline? i see where you are coming from….. but why would this reality be true, then? like, use the same logic. we are not that special. this reality aint’t shiiiiit.

[hvnsinureyes]

𝒾 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝒾𝑒𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼'𝓂 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊. . . | luka dončić

request | "jealous Luka.. cause I was thinking about it and it just fits him perfectly like idk why but if u could write a thing about it!!"

warnings | smut— orgasm denial, luka is a bit of a meanie (jealous but he loves u)

author’s note | i had a serious writer’s block but this vid really took me out of it (i need him carnally) if this is bad dont @ me

“you think that was funny?”

luka looks as he grinds you down on his cock, his fingers digging into your hips. he’s controlling the pace to what he thinks how it should be— good enough to make him feel good and to make you want more. he’s been going slow all night, quickening the pace just to fuck around and make you think he’s finally forgiven you.

that he’ll finally fuck you like you deserve, make you cum all over his cock.

“i’m talking to you, baby,” voice mocking as he reaches down to rub your clit. the touch practically burns you, making you scream as you finally feel more. close to the edge, just a little bit and you’ll finally— luka pulls away quickly, chuckling at your desperate whines. “hm? you gonna keep moaning like a whore or are you gonna answer me?” you jump, a hand roughly slapping your ass.

“y-yes!”

“yes you think it was funny?”

“no, i mean—“ you take a deep breath, pulling yourself upright. you can’t get tired now. “it’s not funny, i’m sorry. i’m so sorry, luka, please—“ in spite of your pleas, luka doesn’t care. not one bit. he just smiles, watching you crumble. “nah.” he says. “too late for that.”

“maybe next time, you’ll know better than to flirt with some random.”

the thing is, you did know better. luka wanted to go out and take you to the club with his teammates. normally, luka would care enough to have you by his side, but he was so preoccupied with them. barely talking to you, laughing and drinking the whole time. you didn’t even want to go in the first place! the least he could’ve done was make sure you were okay. it’s not your fault that another guy stepped up when he couldn’t.

whatever-his-name-was got you a drink and you just knew what to do next. honestly, he wasn’t cute or worth your time, but at that moment— you wanted luka to feel exactly how you did. lonely and jealous.

and it worked— a little too well. luka’s smile was wiped off his face as soon as he saw the two of you together. he didn’t hesitate to make himself known at all. he had his little temper tantrum, basically telling the guy to fuck off and find someone else to bother, and quickly dragged you back home.

you started to feel bad during the car ride home, watching luka’s jaw clench and fingers grip the wheel tightly, not saying a single word. it was silent and full of tension. he didn’t have to say much for you to know that you were in deep shit.

“luka, are you still mad?” you whisper, and he stayed quiet. the second time you asked, he looked over at you and… laughed. but there was no humor behind it, no. he knew he was gonna have fun tonight.

you on the other hand?

“you know what?” he looks up at you, with the same condensing smile from the car. “i think you should take control.” you pause at his words. no, no, please no. you can barely move your legs from all the shit he’s put you through. luka knows that, but doesn’t care. he slaps your ass, startling you. he knows what you’re thinking, and finds it funny, of course.

“i can’t, luka.” you whimper. “it’s too much.”

“oh you will, if you want to finish.” he makes a show of leaning back against the headboard, bringing his hands behind him as he watches you sat on his lap. “you wanna cum, hm?” you nod, sheepishly.

“start moving then.”

you look into his eyes, hoping for some spark of mercy in his eyes, but his baby blues are clouded with determination. you really aren’t getting out of this. with all your might, you raise your hips up and down on his cock, moaning softly. it’s barely fast or coordinated— just messy and intentional. you’re doing whatever you can to feel good, angling your hips to hit that one spot over and over again.

luka’s trying to hold back, you can tell. acting unfazed, even though your wet pussy is gripping him tight— he groans when you squeeze around him, watching your tits fall up and down as you struggle to take him. your knees are aching from digging them into the bed, but you’re at a point where you just don’t care anymore.

you’re so close again, fucking yourself on his cock frantically as heat swells up within you. you throw your head back, finally having a taste of heaven as—

luka pulls you off of him. again.

he doesn't care for any of your whines or desperate pleas, that infuriating smile never leaving his face as he watches your tears fall from the overstimulation of it all. like the jerk he is, his lips brush against your cheek, kissing away your tears, before pulling back to meet your gaze. “i love you, i really do.” his words send a flutter through your chest, the way he gently caresses your cheek, followed by another kiss on your lips— makes you almost believe he’ll show mercy. almost.

you almost forget that luka can be so so cruel.

“but you’re delusional if you think i’m gonna let you cum that easily. on your knees. now.”

it’s going to be a very long night.

[lovelyjoyous]

A housewife(or just wife) Reader X Yujin, please🙏🙏 Idk, she seems so wife material for me

A/N: Can’t stop of thinking about this ask, so I just wrote this in my study break in 15 mins, sorry for any erros

“housewife”fem!Reader X wife!Yujin

warnings! mens and minors dni, cunnilingus(reader receiving), a little pussydrunk! Yujin, overstimulation, that’s fluff tbh, lmk if has more

I see Yujin as a wife who would always make time for you, even if she worked late into the night.

Coming home to see you finishing dessert for dinner and feeling so grateful for having you and being able to give you the good life you deserve.

Always being happy with anything you do, those things that other people would probably find silly, yes, she would be there clapping for you and telling you how amazing you are at what you do, even if it's the same recipe you've been making since you started dating, she would always think you're amazing.

Grinning from ear to ear when she realizes you prepared snacks for her, so when she opens the notes you leave in her lunch box, she could run home just to hug you.

Giving you kisses whenever you come home or go out, because she loves that.

Or taking you out to dinner and looking at you with hearts in her eyes - or maybe it's puppy ​​eyes.

Or coming home and just needing you by her side, or a make-out session - everyone knows what that means.

Putting you on her lap and telling you how beautiful you are.

Kissing your neck, shoulder, cheek, until you almost beg her to keep doing it.

Yujin taking off your clothes with such care and affection, as if you would break if she touched the wrong place.

But then when you look at her with pleading eyes (🥺) she definitely forgets everything and just wants to fuck you until she gets tired.

She definitely does that, giving you heads that makes you see stars and tremble on the mattress, only to hear her ask “Is this good, princess?”, then you swear you could cum with just that.

She certainly wouldn’t be satisfied with just the first time.

Telling you to just spread your legs and let her take care of you. The “take care” turning into “destroy” when she loses her cool and simply starts fucking you with two fingers in a rhythm that made your body shake.

Trying to keep your leg as wide open as possible, even though you're already hoarse and your vision is blurry, but she knows you can handle more.

Cleaning you up and putting you in new pajamas and a clean, fragrant bed, making you fall asleep in her arms while she thanks you for being so good to her.

You couldn't ask for a better wife.

[arsenicflame]

Bonus round! Do you use a queue tag?

[theswedishpajas]

Based on my favorite gif lately

[chirpsythismorning]

When the interviewer asked when we should expect s5 to be coming out, that’s when Shawn mentioned that a little bit of an answer to that might be out there soon.

He actually mentions that this answer could be out by the time the video for this interview comes out, and since this interview was filmed mid-May and it’s now mid-June, I’m assuming we could be getting something soon or within the next couple months, potentially about a release date aka possibly a small teaser with 2025 stamped at the end…

[quietwingsinthesky]

hmmm. lucifer collaring fic for the night.

Sam puts a hand on Lucifer’s bare back, the space between his shoulderblades that’s alwqys a coinflip to whether Lucifer will relax into his touch or flinch. Tonight, he tenses, but he doesn’t retreat or lash out. That’s all Sam needs to allow that hand to slide up, making sure Lucifer can feel every inch it travels. He doesn’t want to surprise him.

Lucifer lets out a breath he’s been holding for far too long for human lungs as Sam curls his hand around his shoulder. He grips it gently, raising Lucifer back up from his hands and knees. Lucifer’s hands clench into fists, but his muscles tell a different story, no longer locked up tight but pliable beneath Sam’s hands. He pulls Lucifer to kneel back on his heels and soothes him once he’s settled, rubbing his hand up and down Lucifer’s arm until the angel breathes again. It’s only one cycle of air, an inhale and an exhale, but Sam slides his hand down to Lucifer’s ribs to feel it.

“Thank you,” Sam says. There’s a flood of praise he’s barely managing to hold back, but right now, he needs to pick his words carefully and sparingly. “You’re being so obedient for me right now. Thank you.” Lucifer huffs. Sam can’t help smiling.

He takes his time following the path back up Lucifer’s side, over his shoulder, to the crook of his neck. Lucifer inhales again sharply when Sam touches his throat, spine rigid as Sam leans forward. “Relax,” he presses the order into Lucifer’s skin between kisses to calm him down. Lucifer lets the breath back out in a hiss, trembling minutely as Sam’s hand rounds his throat. “I want you to do this.” He can feel Lucifer’s throat bob beneath his palm, and he thinks he could savor this for hours—the devil’s slow submission beneath his hand. “For me, Lucifer,” he emphasizes.

Lucifer swallows again. Sam kisses his shoulder. He presses closer, in case that’s what Lucifer needs, more skin against his.

Lucifer’s tension melts. He can’t hold onto it beneath the weight of Sam’s orders, the warmth of his body, the steady hand still holding his throat. Something has to give first, and between them, that something will always be Lucifer before it will ever be Sam.

“So obedient,” Sam repeats. Lucifer shivers under the words, and his lips part like he has an argument for that. Sam never hears it. He’s too busy gripping Lucifer’s jaw in his hand and tipping his head back. Not far, but enough to leave his throat exposed.

Finally, Sam can bring what he’s been holding in his other hand into play.

The collar he’s holding onto is heavy, supple leather. He presses it against Lucifer’s throat, holding his chin to keep Lucifer from moving away from it. He waits long enough to be sure Lucifer won’t, then releases him to fasten the collar with both hands. He spreads the band over Lucifer’s throat, wrapping the ends back as he waits, still and awaiting Sam’s instructions. Sam strokes the back of his neck with his thumb as he fastens the buckles around the back.

Closing the last buckle is like casting a spell over Lucifer. Whatever tension was left in him vanishes.

“Good boy,” Sam says, and now, Lucifer can accept it, purring under his praise as Sam holds onto the back of his collar. “My good boy. How’s that feel? Too tight?”

Predictably, Lucifer doesn’t answer, only leans back into Sam and shuts his eyes. Sam’s never sure what exactly it is that’s filling up Lucifer’s head when the collar clicks shut: safety and security, or trust in Sam’s orders and praise, or just sheer pleasure at his own ability to hold still long enough to be collared?

“I’m going to stand now,” Sam says. Lucifer whines in the back of his throat, but he’s quieted by Sam pressing the collar into his skin. “You stay down here. It’s where you belong right now, isn’t it?”

He lets go of Lucifer and watches the angel sway without Sam to steady him. It’s intoxicating to have this much power over him. Nothing else in the world makes Lucifer half as docile as allowing Sam to collar him, and Sam can’t help reaching out to pet his hair. Lucifer’s eyes tip up to meet his, soft and blank with bliss. “You’re perfect,” Sam says, scratching gently down Lucifer’s scalp as Lucifer sighs. “Beautiful pet angel… You’d do anything for me right now, wouldn’t you?”

He says that as if Lucifer wouldn’t do anything for him no matter what.

Lucifer nods. His upturned gaze is pure, simple adoration.

Sam knows Lucifer; all that love is true, is there every second of every day, but he’s also drowned in rage and hurt and exhaustion. Maybe that’s why he always lets Sam get the collar around his throat. He wants to be something that only needs to feel love again.

Lucifer shuffles forward on his knees. Sam doesn’t even have to guide him to rest his forehead on Sam’s hip. If he ever spoke when collared, Sam thinks Lucifer might have begun to pray to him.

“Get used to being on your knees,” Sam tells him. “I’m not taking that collar off for a long time.” Lucifer nuzzles into his hip, smiling easily.

[sherlock-is-ace]

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[hayaku14]

hello why is kaishin more popular than shinkai or what i mean is why bottom shinichi is like the most widely believed one? lol not really in the fandom just vaguely familiar with the anime from childhood it's just my mutuals likes this ship. i'd thought shinichi being the top would be more popular given his personality.

anon sorry for the late answer!!

imma be real honest with you, anon, i've loved the kidco dynamic since i was conan-sized but i only realized kaishin should be making out around 2021 so i don't know if i'm the best person to answer this question LOL BUT, i'll give you an answer!

tbh, i think for fandom shipping in general, the main character more often than not is the chosen bottom and whoever else is the other party is topping them. in japanese media especially, the ship names are mostly born from putting the kanji of their names together wherein the order of which indicates the seme and uke. since this happens early on, we kinda get stuck with that as the popular ship name whether you prefer the other way later on.

perhaps kaishin is more popular but not entirely by a lot compared to other ships where it's completely skewed to one side. i see a lot of shinkai too. ofc there are people who prefer one way over the other exclusively and that's completely fine!

personally, i think confining them into seme and uke or top and bottom does a great disservice to the kaishin dynamic because to me we should be looking at their sub-dom dynamic more and why they're actually peak switch sub and dom!!!!

that's fucking right kaishin is actually peak switch and i will die on this fucking hill!!!!!!!!!!

when you say shinichi would be the "obvious top," i'd like to assume in your heart you actually meant "the obvious dom" (LOL) but i think that could also apply to kaito.

i think the appeal of kaishin is the push and pull between them. the give and take. they're always trying to one-up each other. sometimes one pushes and the other gives way, sometimes it's the other way around.

i will be honest, perhaps switch pairings might just be my preference but I have never encountered a pairing that felt this completely equal in the switch department more than kaishin. like for other ships i'd sometimes be like, "yeah they switch but A is 70% more dom than B." But for kaishin I'm like, "oKAY THEY'RE 50/50 THEY'RE EQUALS THEY'RE PERFECT HALVES RAAAAAHHHH"

now how does this answer your question? well, i have no proof and im going off of vibes and like i said im no veteran in this ship fandom but, i think a lot of people do enjoy the other way around as you think it would've been. it's just that...it's something that can just be filed under the kaishin tag too. because it's basically the same sometimes. the only different thing is who's topping and bottoming. like sometimes i'm scrolling through twitter and i'd see art that's giving shinkai but it's tagged as kaishin and vice versa lol.

also personally i prefer calling them kaishin because i love the letter k and i associate the name shinkai more with makoto shinkai so every time i see people refer to kaishin as shinkai, my mind just conjures up an image of kaito, shinichi, and makoto shinkai together and i know that's fucking hilariously weird but it sometimes happens!!!! LMAO so even if i'm thinking about shinkai stuff, i still prefer using the name kaishin lol.

(but having the kaishin/shinkai distinction is definitely still useful especially for people who want to filter through one way or the other so fuck yeah to the ship name shinkai you're here to stay!!!)

anyway in conclusion, top shinichi is popular too dw lol, or maybe i should say bottom kaito is popular too lol i see yalls

also sorry that this answer is not only late but also a whole essay that doesn't even straightforwardly answer your question lol my bad anon

[wildchives4]

Maybe I'm projecting and being hopeful but I mentioned to M that I don't even get to shit by myself in peace lmao and I feel like something clicked for him. Bc I was like hey, at least you get private bathroom breaks at work (noncombative). And since then he's been a lot more acquiescent when I ask if I can nap and stuff

[bacchuschucklefuck]

What about sorcerer Adaine? It'd keep the way her parents treated her consistent because of in that case they'd see her having the easy way of casting instead of studying to be a "proper" caster

this is a great idea!! the only reason why I'm not gonna pick it up is bc I've already locked down sorcerer for kristen haha

[naptimeclown]

Auuugh I want to draw my ocs in different outfits but to do that I have to...draw my ocs in different outfits

[stitchwraith-stingers]

i felt like people should know about this on here since theyre an admit for the community, even though they arent as popular on tumblr nor post as often, but i reccomend to stay away from lordmarukio

do not harrass anyone mentioned (i have a hard time wording my posts, so i hope i get the right points across, sorry if anything sounds awkward here)

theyve been exposed for having been block evaiding people to the point of making them uncomfortable and has had made racist jokes in the past

[offthewall1979]

my review of Moonwalk: hot mess. ★★★.