#kinda TELL by how sloppily they were handled.

[holydramon]

legitimately feel tri would have been way better received (and honestly just a legitimately better series) if it didn’t treat the 02 kids like that

[st4rbwrry]

𝒞’𝑀𝐸𝑅𝐸, 𝐵𝑅𝒜𝒯.

aot headcannons + how they handle a brat ft. eren, armin, + onyankopon.

꒰ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 ꒱ ꔫ . . . fem!reader, lowercase intended, nsfw twitter links, aggressive sex, choking, rough play, spanking, dacryphilia, punishment, bondage, oral [f + m.], squirting, praise, all of them are kinda mean but with reason, teasing, pet names dnt feel like listing, minors aren’t allowed! reblogs + comments are appreciated! ♡

EREN YEAGER

let’s just say eren likes to fuck you really hard when you piss him off. i’m talking putting you through the mattress. gotta make you feel his anger. the man will make you gag on his dick until your jaw aches, stating ‘since you like to run your fuckin’ mouth so much, make use of it’. he loves when your pretty lips glide along his dick, holding your head still as he hisses and groans, muttering ‘suck it, c’mon’ while he stuffs your throat with his heavy dick. when you use two hands to stroke him until he’s throwing his head back trying his best not to whimper. his moans get stuck in his throat when you suck him, eyes completely gone and his face shifting in pleasure. and for revenge for putting him in a position where he has to be mean to you in order for you to understand, he’d fuck you hard till you’re gushing all over him. licks his fat tongue up your neck as he moans in your ear and tells you ‘fuckin’ pretty, mama. takin’ that shit so good, girl.’ burying his dick deep into you it’s painfully good. he always loses his stress halfway through, kissing you like you mean the world to him, since you do. but, he’ll definitely make you beg for forgiveness, and beg to cum. ‘i can’t hear you, baby. say it. i wanna hear you. don’t go quiet now. you were talkin’ all that shit earlier so be a big girl and beg me to let you cum.’

ARMIN ARLERT

armin’s a tease at first. he likes to play with you before he fucks you really good, and i mean good. it’s enough for your legs to spasm and your pussy to squirt along his abdomen. he’s gentle when he starts, sucking on your neck, licking on your nipples as he rolls them under the pads of his thumbs. kissing your inner thighs and doing his best to avoid eating your pussy since you’re currently undeserving. your whines and trembles fuel him, and once he’s gotten a taste of you, slicking his thick tongue between your folds and releasing a guttural moan in your pussy, that’s when the demon comes to show. holding you down as you squirm and try to escape, using all of his upper body strength knowing you can’t fight him. armin will not hesitate to fuck you dumb. you’ve been a brat lately, knowing he hated when you sassed him. he’d always tell you ‘we’ll talk later’ and the talk is usually him fucking you straight. he likes to have you in every angle imaginable. loves to stare at your face as you scream his name, yank at the sheets, and even bite into his arm. he’ll grab your face and tell you to ‘watch me fuck you like the bad girl you are.’ kiss you sloppily as he drops his dick into you hard, every pound leaving you gasping for air. that blonde hair on his head covering his dangerous eyes, followed by weak whimpers and whines escaping his throat. ‘too pretty, love. keep suckin’ me deep. i can feel you cumming.’

ONYANKOPON

not the type to play games with you, at all. will cut any attitude you have extremely short. you seem to yap a lot, and he can live that. what he won’t deal with is a grown woman who throws temper tantrums like an adolescent. he’s usually understanding of most things, meaning he can sit you down and talk if needed. but some things just don’t get through that tiny skull of yours. now, now he has to push it into the bed to fuck some respect into you. he gets really deep to make you feel it all. won’t stop until you’re actually crying. he expects apologies, and they flow from your mouth airless. clearly, he won’t give up until he approves a real apology, not just one you spew just to let you cum. ‘told you stop talkin’ to me fuckin’ crazy. ima fuck the shit outta you’ he’ll groan, heat pooling in his stomach. he’s mad as fuck, and you feel the energy. struggling in the fabric he used to tie your wrists behind your back, whining into the pillow as he claps your ass back onto him. the rough baritone of his voice causing your head to spin. when his big hand wraps around your throat, he’ll pull your head to his chest as your back arches lower, swiveling his hips and fucking you quicker. ‘fuck yes, baby. tell daddy how sorry you are. right now.’ and you’ll tell him, because at this point you didn’t have a choice. his heavy hand lands numerous hits to your ass, biting his lip as you clench around his dick, drawing an orgasm from him sooner than yourself. then he’ll give your pussy some sloppy kisses after because he feels bad for making you so sore. <3

© 𝑠𝑡4𝑟𝑏𝑤𝑟𝑟𝑦 . all rights reserved. please do not repost, steal, or modify my work simply because it is mine. stealing isn't cute. i'll ruin your life.♡

[hanasnx]

just wanna say your writing is geuinely gold like i acc have your fics saved for my road-trips BUTTT

clark kent eating reader out slowly and sloppily🙈 pinning her down w one hand, kinda rough when she squirms or tries to close her legs (yanks her back down the bed, parts legs aggressively), other hand trailing up to squeeze a bewb & and eventuallly hold her hand to help her with the pleasure

Also him moaning @ the hair pulling UGHH

MINORS DNI 18+

NOTES: DC is for December Event! — request DC characters.

"Clark... Clark, wait—" you begin, fighting to pick your head up as your hands shuffle to get under you. Weakly, they’re fixed by CLARK KENT’s loving hand, and you collapse back onto the mattress while his cheeks hollow out. Plump lips enclose around your excited little bud, encased in the warmth of his mouth as he finishes the action with a flick to it with the tip of his tongue.

You can hear how his patience wears thin by the curt, “Mm-mm.” hum, denying your attempt to stall. Big blue eyes peer at you over your mound, and you bite your lip at how they hold your gaze, flattening the pad of his tongue at just the right moment, swiping it side-to-side to manually relax your body himself. You’re limp, and loose like putty. It’s like you can tell what he’s thinking just by the look he’s giving you, observing you under the pressure of the pleasure, gauging your delicate reactions to his ministrations so as to keep applying himself where he’s needed the most. By the sounds of squelching, and your wetness coating his chin, he can tell you’re close—if your squirming didn’t already give it away.

Out of pure instinct, your thighs close around his head, warming his ears with the soft tissue as your palm slides into his dark hair. Thick and full, you capture the locks between your fingers as a handle as you rock into his face, chest rising and falling from your pant. If you were paying more attention, you would’ve seen how his eyes flutter at the feeling of the tingles in his scalp traveling down his spine, but you still feel the content sigh that washes over your skin from his nose. His tongue speeds up, and your body reacts in turn. Your back arches off the bed, and there’s an ache in your legs that stems from how hard you’re pinning his head between your knees. Four fingers pry in, pushing your thighs apart with the swiftest of motions as he surges into your pussy, eating you out with a fervor that you can’t escape.

[torasplanet]

❝𝙃𝙀𝙇𝙇𝘾𝘼𝙏 𝙎𝙍𝙏.ᐟ❞

A. ARLERT, C. SPRINGER, E. YEAGER + GN/AFAB. READER

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; your plug!bf lovesss taking you for rides in his hellcat;)

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ; smut, gn!reader for armin and eren, afab!reader for connie, car sex, oral (m!receiving/armin), backshots(eren), p in v(connie), petnames (baby, slut, bae), cheating (armin), homewrecker!armin coffee addict!eren, drug dealing, praise, light degradation, can you tell armin's my fav? reader kinda has a bit of a tummy in connie's, belly bulging(connie) skin color not mentioned

A. ARLERT

Armin loved having you ride with him and you loved it too. You loved it even more after getting out of a rough argument with your boyfriend because being with him just made everything so much more amazing!

So when Armin texted you asking if you wanted to come to ride with him a day after you argued with your pathetic excuse of your boyfriend leaving you all sad because he nearly hit you, of course you agreed even though you knew what he was going to do.

You've gone on so many rides with Armin while he was dealing and doing shit that he even thought of getting your name stitched on that passenger seat.

He might as well get it stitched on the backseat too because everyyy ride, you seem to make your way back there with him going back with you.

"Fuck..." Armin groaned loudly as he threw his head back against the soft black seats of the Hellcat, it was a drastic difference from the Frostbite exterior that you adored. His hand tangled in your hair as you looked up at him mouth full of cock and your nose buried into his surprisingly curly blonde pubes.

You blinked up at him almost wanting to smile at his face full of pleasure "I love you so much, baby." Armin moaned out his back arching slightly as your hands that were sat on his knees slid up his denim jeans and rested on his thighs. It was a little crazy for him to be moaning that so loud when he was supposed to be waiting for a customer to meet him here.

How could he control himself when your head was just so fucking amazing?

You brought a hand to grip him as you pulled your mouth off smiling up at him "Wanna kiss." You muttered as Armin looked down at you a smile forming on his face, he grabbed your jaw and leaned down before pressing his lips to yours sloppily as you continued to jerk him off. Unlike your stupid boyfriend, Armin had no problem giving you anything you wanted and not like material things. (though he does do that too.)

Armin didn't care if he was around his customers, friends, or whatever, if you wanted a kiss, you'd get one. The deepest kiss anyone's ever seen actually. Shit, if you wanted to drag him away for maybe a quickie or because you just can't help but want his cock in your mouth, he'd allow it. Dropping a whole conversation just to satisfy you.

This is why when a customer was taking wayyyy too long and said that his friend was gonna come pick it up for him, he let you climb into that backseat and give him head when you asked if he wanted some.

"Love you s'much." You blubbered breaking the kiss before putting your head right back down on him your swollen lips wrapping around his cock once more "Shittt! You're my best slut baby...ugh." The blonde said grabbing the handle of the door that was luckily locked because if it wasn't, everyone would've seen his best baby.

Too bad that was cut short with a knock at his tinted window "Hold on baby." Armin said with a groan turning to the door as did you taking your mouth off him as you shoved him back into his PSD boxers "Hand me my shit, will you?" The blue-eyed male asked you a little pissed off because he didn't get to cum while looking back down and you happily nodded.

Reaching back and grabbing the little baggies that sat in the driver's seat before handing it to him. Armin rolled down the window and there he was.

Your boyfriend standing there looking down at the scene in front of him his gaze going from you to Armin back and forth as you plucked one of Armin's pubes from your tongue "What the fuck?" He cursed frowning down at you and Armin. Guess he must've been that friend.

"So I take it you don't want your shit anymore?"

E. YEAGER

Eren felt just horrible.

He woke you up on his way out to get his morning coffee because he sucked at making coffee and he had customers later today so there was no way he could get through that without coffee. You knew this and knew how he'd try and sneak out without waking you up because he knew how much you hated waking up early and how you would insist on going with him because you didn't want to be alone.

So you were in the car with him still in your pajamas practically falling asleep in the passenger seat and he just felt horrible for that so he decided to make a little detour to give you a small pick-me-up.

Eren's hands gripped your hips harshly as his hips snapped into yours repeatedly as you moaned loudly "Unh! 'Ren!" You sputtered loudly your hands running down the tinted window looking for something to grip. Shit you were even going to grab onto the seatbelt, you were that desperate.

It was just so good, that you needed something to grab onto or bite onto.

"Still tired baby?" Eren asked as he leaned closer his chest pressing against your back as his cold hand trailed from your hip to up your shirt grouping gently as your back arched from the sudden coldness on your nipple.

You hated it when he was teasing you. Of course, you weren't tired. Not with his cold hands wandering all over your body and his hips continuously snapping into yours with noises of him sliding in and out echoing throughout the car.

You turned your head back to gaze at your boyfriend but with an especially hard thrust, your cheek pressed against the window "Ow! Eren!" You whined looking back at your long-haired boyfriend, he let out a small smile before pressing a small kiss on the nape of your neck.

"Sorry baby," Eren muttered trailing kisses from down your nape to down your spine, and his thrusts slowed a bit. Eren's apology was empty and meaningless, he probably meant to do it just to see the pout on your face.

Such a meanie.

The tickling of his wet kisses made a giggle escape your lips through moans and whines.

You looked down not wanting to soil the pitch-black seats, this car was so expensive...probably worth more than your entire life but Eren clearly didn't care from how he'd initiate shit like this almost every time you hopped in that car.

You didn't understand that. There'd always be a white stain on these seats and he looked like he didn't have a care in the world but oh let any of his customers touch that Octane Red paint on his car and all hell would break loose.

Guess you were just different huh? Special even. "You still need coffee or is this enough huh?"

C. SPRINGER

Connie absolutely adored you.

You were pretty, smart, and such a good fuck.

Soooo it was only right that he celebrated you getting a 100% on a test you've been studying for forever by giving you the best present ever right in the back of his hellcat<3

You were so pretty moaning under him laid out in the backseat, your face twisted with pleasure, sweat beads rolling down your forehead and drool dropping down from your lips to your chin from your mouth that refused to close and just kept spilling out more and more whines and moans.

Connie ran his hand down from your throat and to your bare stomach resting it there before pushing down gently earning a yelp from you. You couldn't even think straight, you'd used up all your brains on that test, and the little that was left, Connie was busy fucking it all out.

His strong smell of weed and cologne filled your nostrils along with the amazing and clean smell of his car, it just made everything more pleasurable for you.

"Look at me, bae." Connie cooed pressing down on your stomach again making your eyes shoot open and another loud whine escape from your throat.

"M' sorry!" You blabbered out your head nearly hitting the door over and over with Connie's thrusts, Connie's hand went to your face comfortingly "Don't apologize baby. Just wanna see yo' pretty eyes." The springer boy said with a reassuring smile on his face leaning down to press a kiss on the tip of your nose.

A small laugh escaped your lips from the tickling feeling as you gazed up at your boyfriend with such adoration and desire in your eyes as your hands came to hold onto the back of his neck "When we get home I'll give you more." Thoughts of what Connie could do popped into your head continuously as a smile formed on your face.

He could eat you out maybe? Maybe let you ride him? There were so many things he could do when this was over and he drove you two home.

Connie was a freak. There was no doubt about that, he liked some shit you'd never even heard of before you met him and was down for anything and everything which only made the possibilities of what he could do endless.

Connie leaned forward kissing you passionately as his thrusts got sloppier and harder. Your tongues fighting for dominance with his winning almost instantly earning a small chuckle from him but it stopped just as soon as it started as the kiss got deeper.

He was stealing the breaths from you with every thrust.

"Next time you get an A, we'll do it anywhere you want."

©torasplanet .ᐟ reblogs and likes are very appreciated! pls do not repost!!

[ruinedbylanadelrey]

King of Your Heart

Chapter 9 "The King"

summary: All that Frankie has ever wanted to be was your everything. After years of being best friends one phone call changes everything between the two of you.

inspired by The King by Sarah Kinsley

warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, age gap (reader is 28-29, Frankie 38-39), friends with benefits -> situationship, Frankie isn't a dad, jealously, best friends with benefits, reader is toxic, reader wears makeup, reader has long hair, self-hate (both characters), mention of drug usage (coke), drinking, benny's house party, princess and fish love to argue, light smut, angst, oh yeah and a lot of angst, no y/n, pet names, possessiveness, triple frontier boys, Tom is dead, reader is a flirt

inside the world of king of your heart

playlist

series mainlist | main masterlist

taglist: @hiroikegawa

Are you a new person if you still self-sabotage? 

Now you have fucked up royally with Frankie, he continues to just look at you. Frankie hated feeling any kind of resentment towards you. He knows that this is you coping poorly with the absence of your friendship. 

"Frankie, I'm sorry...it was an impulse, kinda needed it to even kiss the guy-" You rambled and saw the disappointment on Frankie's face. 

"You know what, fish?"

"Don't say anything-"

"This wouldn't have happened if you-"

"Shut it! Shut it-"

"If you just didn't hold my past against me." You don't know if it was the alcohol or the cocaine talking but the words came out slurred and almost like vomit. You sloppily poked at Frankie's chest, you shoved him and he didn't even budge, you shove again. Frankie cuffs your wrists in his hands and pins your arms at your sides.

"Think about what you just fucking did! THINK!" Frankie shouts, people turn to look at you swaying slightly and Frankie bows his head. You started laughing, just thinking about cucking Frankie and he is a now cuck. It was fucked up. Frankie had to take a moment to remind himself that you were high off of coke and plastered with alcohol.

"I'm just a bad person. I fucking get it Catfish! I GET IT! I FUCKING GET IT!" You shouted not caring about other people staring and wondering what was going on. You wanted people to look and see two people who are in love with each other show passion and fight for them. All you wanted was to speed through time and get to the moment where Frankie does everything right and you forgive each other. 

Frankie still has you in his grasp, feeling your skin on his and the way you were so warm but still cold to the touch. Your body is true to your inner self, being so hot and cold. Frankie can't tell if he's burning from your fire or the ice in your blood. 

"That's it we're going home." Frankie bites back a growl when he speaks to you, pulling you along. You smirked at how Frankie looked too good for being angry. You passed by the maid of honor and her jaw fell slacked when you bit your lip and slid right into Frankie, clinging onto him. 

"Jesus, Princess," Frankie followed your eyeline and saw the maid of honor was about to cry. Now he has another mess to clean up before the night ends. Frankie pushed through people still guiding you with your arms wrapped around his shoulders. You tripped over your feet and Frankie rolled his eyes, bending down and carrying you bridal style to his truck. 

"N-no I'm driving my car home," Your hand couldn't grab the handle. 

"Really with what keys?" Frankie grabs your purse and throws it in the bushes aligned with the driveway, you gasp and then swing open the door, running around the truck to the bushes.

"Get in the truck, we will get the car in the morning," Frankie comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist hoisting you to the truck and setting you on the seat. He retrieves your purse and helps you scoot along the bench so he can drive. 

"She's not even hot," you break the silence and face your knees away from Frankie. 

"Who are you talking about?"

"That maid of honor who sitting pretty on your lap," You look at Frankie, his jaw is clenched and his muscles twitching. He shakes his head and doesn't say anything.

"You could do better, that's all I'm saying,"

"She has a name."

"Oh she has a name, that's cool I don't care." You bite

"Vanessa," Frankie mutters her name. You snapped your head toward him and couldn't believe he continued on.

"and she is-was my date to Will's wedding..." Frankie puts the truck in park, you nod and just let it be. 

Let it be that Frankie is not yours anymore. 

You two are just friends. If that. Frankie clears his throat and helps you into your apartment. The cardboard box with 'Fuck Frankie' written across it sits by the trashcan. To Frankie, you are ready to move on, and guess he is too since he went on a date with Vanessa about a month ago just to get laid but it turned out to be a casual thing. 

Another thing to take care of besides the young woman who is coked out and drunk and who is still his best friend. Frankie helps you to your bed, sits you on the edge while he collects some clothes for you to sleep in, and gets the shower running. 

"Arms up," Frankie taps his shoulders, you look up at him and just feel confusion hit like a tidal wave. You shake your head, it would be just wrong to have him continue to take care of you. It's your turn to take care of yourself. Wrong for him to be kind to you when you crossed the line. 

"You can leave. I can take care of myself," You stand up too fast and fall back on the bed, Frankie frantically tries to stop you from falling, and you end up pulling Frankie with you. He catches himself and hovers above you. 

Your eyes were bloodshot and tears still escaping from your big eyes that tugged at his heartstrings. Frankie looks at your lips stained from the cranberry juice, and how your face was so flushed it was coming through your makeup. He can't leave you even if someone put thousands of miles between you, he will always end up going home to you. 

"Don't kiss me," You whispered, registering the look in Frankie's eyes. He swallowed hard and resisted from crashing his lips on your soft plump lips that would taste tart from the vodka and cranberry with a hint of some candy flavor from your lip gloss. Your protest makes him want to do it even more. 

To feel you one last time. 

One last time. 

Your hand cups his face and traces his features, this is how it's supposed to be. Coming home from a party with each other. The smell of weed and alcohol mixed with your perfume and Frankie's cologne. To be excited for Will's wedding, be each other's dates. To be together forever. Frankie fluttered his eyes shut when your delicate fingers came in contact with his face. 

You were now back down to earth and whatever buzz you had was completely gone. Maybe you can have him one last time.

Frankie leans down and captures your lips with his, the scruff of his beard rubs against the soft skin of your face. Teeth clashing together when the hunger for one another comes out when he tastes you and you taste him.

Frankie quickly slides the straps of your dress down your arms and bunches the fabric around your waist, the rough texture of his jacket clutches your hands, pushing it off his back and then making work of getting his shirt off. Breaking this kiss for a second, before your fingers slide underneath his cap and push it off his head, a light thud hits the floor.

Frankie helps you up and you both rid of the rest of your clothes. The bathroom was filled with steam, the hot water hit your skin when Frankie manhandled you against the wall right under the water. You stare at him, wondering what's going through his mind while he burns holes into your skin. 

You take his hands off your body and start to wash your hair with him there just watching every move. Frankie is debating on doing the healthy thing to just leave and not speak to you ever again or indulging in the unhealthy and just be whatever with you. Not necessarily dating but just back to be the other half. 

You looked so sweet when you closed your eyes letting the water cascade down your head and running down the curve of your breasts and stomach. Always so beautiful even though you are just devil in disguise. 

You opened your eyes and looked at the subtle disappointment on Frankie's face and remembered the same look on the other guys' faces. 

"It's okay that you hate me right now-"

"That's what the problem is. I can't ever hate you, princess." Frankie whimpers pulling you to his chest and resting your head in the crook of his neck. He can't ever hate you, your angelic looks and your sinful eyes pulling him and keeping him wrapped in your finger. Frankie gives you control and god, the extent you will go to get him to see that you love him. 

He is masochist for letting you toy with his feelings. He doesn't know if you want to take a baseball to his truck or give him the sweetest kiss on the bald patch in his beard and whisper in his ear about how much you love him. 

"Frankie, why?" You wondered he shouldn't be here. He should be at the party with everyone and Vanessa. And you should be in Daniel's bed and then taking off when you put back on your clothes. 

"Princess you rule over everything. When we were drunk that one night back when we started to become friends and you wanted to dance in the rain, I didn't think about anything else than twirling you around. I did it because I knew right then I could never love again after you. That's why. You are the king." Frankie is now submitting to you. He will push aside the past just to have you. As you are. 

You shake your head. He can't do this to himself. It's self sabotage for him. As his best friend you have to hold on to what is best for Frankie. You are not the best for him. But Frankie is sick of the healthy option. He wants to rot away with you. 

[constanteyeburn]

My headcannons of my favorite characters being terrified of spiders

Daredevil/Matt Murdock

(After he told them he was daredevil) whenever he senses a spider in the office he’ll immediately go to Foggy or Karen and point out where it is exactly and be like “remove it immediately try not to kill it..”

Yes his no killing rule applies to spiders.

(Not a spider headcannon but i can’t just not include it) That rule applies to flies too. He’ll trap them in a cup or a bottle and then send them out. Sometimes they fly back in and he’s stuck in that cycle until it flies away.

When he senses a spider at home he’ll immediately hone in his senses on it and monitor it to make sure it’s not coming towards him. He can be occupied by that for hours.

Tries to focus his senses on other things like Karen or Foggy.

Hears stick in his head telling him to “man up” and that “it’s just a stupid bug matty. don’t be such a wuss.” He feels down for hours after that.

Foggy

Loves spiders. Absolutely adores them.

(idk how college dorms work but,) He would’ve kept a spider as a pet in college but Matt was very resistant. They tried for a compromise but Matt said he would ask for a new roommate if Foggy got a spider. Nothing personal Matt just wouldn’t be able to handle it. Foggy was put out by that but they were fine the next day.

Was the designated spider person as a kid. Was definitely called over to kill a spider multiple times a week. His answer was always “I’ll just let it out” and proceeded to pick it up with his bare hands..[me- shuddering at the thought. my dad does that. literally how??]

Subtly (AND FONDLY) makes fun of Matt’s fear of spiders in casual conversation sometimes. Just drops a “only way to get Matt out of the office is to mention that there’s a spider in there.”

He especially likes to bring it up when Matt is flirting. Just goes “I mean sure he’s super confident and brave until a furry monster crawls onto the table that he’s eating on.”

Bruce Wayne/Lego Batman

Is not afraid to shout “ALFRED THERES A SPIDER IN THE BATCAVE”

Will sprint full speed away from spiders

Has begged alfred to help him create an anti-spider spray.

[honestly i think dick would love spiders too but for this purpose i’m going to pretend he’s terrified of them too] Dick yells for his batdad when he sees a spider in his robin suit thinking that fearless batman could help him..Bruce went down the fireman pole into the cave, saw the spider, and went straight back up the pole. it was Alfred’s job to take care of the spider once more.

His no killing rule does not apply to spiders sorry spiders

At a Justice League meeting he once saw a spider on the table and honest to god threw 5 batarangs at it. The first 4 missed with how sloppily he threw them. The 5th one hit his target exactly. The league stared at him utterly dumbfounded and he stared at them for a few awkward moments before he grinned, then said “I’m batman” and left the meeting. [bro i’m gonna use that for every batman now i don’t care if it doesn’t fit their character it does now.]

Also at a JL meeting there was a spider on his arm and he panicked and wildly shook his arm. The spider flew off and he stared at it before throwing a smoke bomb at it. Once again the league stared at him. Someone muttered “we seriously have this dude apart of this team?” Batman took great offense to that and exclaimed “Heck yeah you got this dude apart of the team! Super epic batman.” he then crossed his arms looking smug and said “batman out” and threw down another smoke bomb.

Oliver Queen/Green Arrow

Spiders just kinda disgust him-especially when he was younger. He’ll immediately kill them on sight.

Back when he and bruce were attending the same school bruce would always ask oliver to kill spiders for him. He would always make fun of bruce for being unable to kill them himself.

Their friendship carried on into their adulthood. After both oliver and bruce’s identities have been revealed to the league batman makes silent eye contact with green arrow and green arrow shoots spiders down for batman.

Oliver once saw a spider in the bathroom on the mirror and without thinking he just straight up shot the mirror. He had no idea how to explain what happened as he was very clearly dressed as a vigilante. He just booked it and prayed no one figured out it was him. (He did bring the arrow thank you very much. He wasn’t that stupid.)

Klaus Hargreeves

Spiders unnerve him especially after he was locked in with ghosts. There were so many spiders in the corners. He tries not to think about that.

Pesters Ben into possessing him and killing the spider for him. Ben always relents and does it.

Will sometimes ask Diego to throw a knife at the spider or something.

Has asked Allison to rumor a spider once. Allison called him an idiot and laughed in his face.

Can sometimes trap the spider in a glass. He had absolutely no idea what to do after he trapped it so he just left it there and put a heavy object on top of the glass to make sure it wouldn’t escape.

Hangs out in the void and absolutely relishes in the fact that he’s never seen a spider in there.

Has asked Luther to get rid of a spider for him. Luther does it everytime. He always says “you need to get over this fear Klaus. You cant let a simple spider bother you this much.” Klaus notes that it was very similar to the ones Reginald gave him.

[cassyapper]

thank you so much for your response! please keep being insane, it’s fun to hear your thoughts.

i think what you said makes a lot of sense. really it’s interesting to me that there seems to be such a disconnect between what Araki intended and what fans see. i’m not sure i see it quite as strongly with any other relationship in the series (though admittedly i’m more cognizant of part 3 relationships than other parts), so it’s something i think about a lot.

out of curiosity, what makes you say you think Araki isn’t fond of Kakyoin? i’d never thought of him viewing Kakyoin that way, but i can kinda see what you’re saying. i’m just curious as to what it is in particular that made you draw that conclusion. the fact that Kakyoin got essentially removed for a large portion of part 3? the relative lack of art/content for him outside the main story?

i'm so glad you enjoyed it!!

and yeah, honestly, araki writing out kakyoin and not really talking about him outside of the main story is a big reason why i think kakyoin isn't one of his favs. also for making kakyoin lose the d'arby game like...really? that would've been the last fight he could've won and you still had to make it about jotaro even though jotaro has his big bad final fight right there? and previous fights to go off of nonetheless? like i love jotaro don't get me wrong but the way the d'arby the gamer fight ended really kinda pissed me off. it should've been a kakyoin or at LEAST a kakyoin and joseph moment, since they both were gonna get bodied in the dio fight and i'm sure araki at least had an idea he was gonna write that at that point, but no.

another reason is how admittedly inconsistent kakyoin's writing is, at least compared to the other crusaders (except for avdol...but araki has admitted he didn't know what he wanted from avdol until later on which is why the abrupt switch in personality in the judgement arc so this is really only going to show he didn't know what to do with kakyoin, same as avdol). it's not like...contradictory so it does end up creating a fun and delicious character who is rather unpredictable, but you can tell that wasn't araki's intention based on how sloppily he wrote it. kakyoin's insane, then he's vicious with morals, then he's polite and knowledgable, then he's insane again, etc. like obviously all these traits can be true at the same time but it's like araki forgets all other traits and just focuses on a couple every time the focus switches back to kakyoin.

also you can tell he really did want to do a "traitor" route for kakyoin (like araki's an asshole but he would not have PLANNED to pull the hermit purple spelling out ''don't trust kakyoin he's a traitor!!!!" and then be like "just kidding") but backed out because he couldn't handle the subject matter himself and/or because of fan outcry and editors breathing down his neck and i think this constraint also led to him losing interest in kakyoin

but idk! i could def be wrong. like i said i dont think he hates kakyoin i just dont think he's interested in him. it's a good thing the marketing teams are though so i was blessed with the kakyoin micro smiles <3

[proserpina-magnus]

Hello can I request a James Potter blurb or one shot where he is married to a reader and she comes home from work really tired and sore and he helps her relax?

Love ya

this was a great request and i had so much fun writing it! I didn't know if this was a nsfw request or not, so I decided to make it sfw! I will probably make a part two that involves smut.  🌻 🌼 (also, I love you too!)

Exhausted [ James Potter ]

Word Count: 1839

[ Warning; fem reader, description of soreness/tiredness, slight mention of tits (undressing), undressing in front of James, getting dressed by James, back massages, SOFT JAMES POTTER ]

You shake your keys in the door, finally getting it open. You drop your stuff on the floor, kicking off your shoes with your tired feet. Your back aches, shoulders tightened. You hear James almost sprint through the house to get to the door, he immediately engulfs you in a big hug.

"How was work? I missed you," James is saying quickly, you don't even have time to hug him back as he is pulling away. His big hands place themselves on your shoulder, you almost cry at the feeling. James was sweet, he didn't try to purposely hurt you.

"Exhausting," you say, leaning your forehead onto his shoulder. You smell something cooking, it smelt absolutely delightful. You almost groan at the smell, James was such a good cook.

James pulls you back gently, eyes scanning your face. He sees your tired eyes, the way your lips can't even form into a smile. Your eyes look into his, a gentle look in them.

"What hurts love?" He asks, instantly picking up on your body language. You lean back into his arms, knowing he wouldn't let you fall.

"Everything," you expressed, letting your eyes close. James was kissing your lips gently, he was holding back. He never wanted to hurt you.

"I'll run you a bath, come on," James says, you open your eyes to watch where you're walking. Before you can even take a step, James's arm comes behind your knees as he hosts you up into his chest.

"James, put me down," you tried to sound assertive, but James was bigger and persistent. He walked you to the bathroom.

James didn't respond, only humming a quiet tune. He sets you down on the counter, patting your thigh gently.

He starts the faucet, checking the temperature of the water before nodding to himself reassuringly. He grabs the bubble mixture, pouring it with his heart.

"Bubbles," he mumbled happily, of course, James Potter would have to say 'bubbles' when pouring actual bubbles. He was the absolute cutest.

Once the bath was full, he turns the faucet off. You've already shifted out of your blouse and bra, completely bare except for your bottom.

James's eyes landed on your chest, before adverting them back to your eyes. He had to resist the urge to say "tits", out of respect. He helps you slip out of your skirt and panties, picking you up again.

He places you softly into the bubble bath, the warmth consuming you. You instantly let out an appreciated groan, sinking further into the feeling. Your muscles hurt for a moment, but relax after a few moments.

"Alright Mrs.Potter, you stay here and relax, I'll get you some comfy clothes," James says, leaning down to kiss you. You're surprised he hadn't joined you in the bath, but James always made sure to take care of you before he even thought about himself.

"James, can I wear your red jumper? The one with the deer?" You asked him, James was halfway through the door but he turned back to answer you.

"They're not deer, they're stags! But of course, anything you want," James winked on instinct, a small chuckle slipping past your lips.

You watch as James escapes out of your line of sight, his footsteps disappearing into your bedroom.

You take a moment to relax, tension slipping away. Your body aches for a second before the warm water washes the ache away. You let out a smile, feeling good.

When James returned with your clothes, he placed them down against the counter. Then got out a warm and soft towel, placing it next to your clothes.

"How ya' feeling love?" He asked, sinking onto his knees. His hand came through your hair, brushing it back gently.

"Sore and tired, but the bath is helping. Thank you, James," you say, leaning into his hand. He smiles, continuing to brush your hair between his fingers.

"Don't thank me, it's my responsibility to take care of you, I love you," James explains, he positions you slightly in the middle of the tub. He reaches for a cup, scooping up warm water as he runs it through your hair.

You completely soften at the feeling, your eyes shutting on impulse. A pleasant hum leaves your lips, James places his free hand against your back to keep you upright.

"I love you so much," you gushed, absolutely adoring the attention he was giving you. He handled you so well, it made you feel loved.

James chuckled, kissing the space between your ear and eye. For a few more minutes he washed your hair, then moves to run a cloth over your skin.

He cleans you up slowly, making sure to get every inch of your body. You relax into his hands completely, almost falling asleep.

"Alright, I'm gonna finish dinner. I'll come get you when I'm finished," James says while standing up, tossing the cloth to the hamper.

"What are you making?" You ask, eyes closed as you sink against the tub. Wiggling your toes under the water, smiling to yourself.

"Your favourite," James chimes, a smile on his face as he sees your relaxed state.

"I'm so in love with you," you express, happy that you landed such a wonderful husband.

"I'm so in love with you too, darling," James chuckles, blowing you a small kiss before going to finish supper. The smell travels through the house, making your stomach gurgle.

After minutes of pure relaxation, James walks into the bathroom. He strokes your cheek with his knuckles briefly, a look of adoration on his face.

You drain the tub, standing up tiredly as a soft towel gets wrapped around you. You lean against James, stepping out of the tub with his hand on your back.

James takes another smaller towel, drying your hair briefly and the rest of your body that isn't covered by the towel.

"Will you dress me?" You ask, leaning against the counter as you hold the towel closer around your body. James smiles, kissing your forehead.

"Of course, love,"  he says, helping you into your panties. This should feel embarrassing, but James makes you feel so safe and comfortable.

"No bra," you say, pushing it away as you drop the towel. James laughs, grabbing the shirt as he tosses the bra back onto the counter.

"Alright, no bra," James comments, helping you into the shirt. It clings slightly to your body, your hair soaking the fabric.

James leans down, pulling the sweat pants up your legs. He tucks the shirt into your pants then pulls his jumper over your body.

"Let's go eat dinner, it's already set on the table," James says, picking you up effortlessly. You let him, leaning your head on his shoulder as he takes you to the table.

He places you in a chair, hot food in front of you. He sits next to you, his hand coming to rest on your thigh.

"This looks delicious James, thank you," you say, taking a bite. It melts into your mouth, making you groan in luxury. "This tastes amazing!" You continued, shoving another piece into your mouth.

"I'm glad you're pleased," James blushes, waving his hand at your compliment. It doesn't take long until the plates are cleared.

James stands up first, taking your used dishes and his. He plops them in the sink, waving his wand, the magic starts to clean.

"Come on," James said, picking you up in his arms again. You wrap your arms around his neck, turning your head to see where he's leading you.

"Where are you taking me?" You asked, James walked down the hall. You could hear the clinking of the dishes being washed.

"To the bedroom, I'll give you a massage," James states, walking into the bedroom. He plopped you down on the bed, you rolled onto your back.

"James I don't need a massage," you say, eyes squinting at him. Your body almost screams at your words, you definitely needed a good massage and James could tell.

"Yes you do and I'm happy to give it to you," James ended the debate quickly, taking your elbow into his hand as he flips you over on your stomach.

James passed you a pillow, making you comfy. You rest your head against it, letting your arms come up to grab the pillow.

His hands came to the top of your shoulders, his fingers pressing into your clothed flesh. You inhaled, feeling the pent-up tension leak further away from you. James continued to massage your body, his palms pressing in places you didn't know you needed release.

"Oh god James," you mumbled, eyes twitching as you feel him press firmly into a certain sore spot.

"See, you needed a massage," James chuckled, continue to work against your muscle. He massaged it until you felt nothing but goosebumps. The massage you were given was making you see stars, your eyes rolled back into your head multiple times.

Hums left your throat, feeling his hands press against your shoulders once again. He rolled his thumb over the intercept between your shoulder and neck. You groaned out, hearing James's small giggles at your response.

After a few moments, you leaned up on your elbows. Your body almost fell back down against the mattress, you felt completely numb.

"No more, I'm gonna fall asleep," you say, breathing in slowly. You pulled away, rubbing your eyes to try and rub the sleep away.

"You sure? Cause I can do this all night,"  James alleged, he watched as you turned onto your back.

"No, that's okay. Thank you, it felt nice," you mumble, opening up your arms as you made grabby hands to him. James smiled, wrapping you in his strong embrace.

"Your welcome, I'm glad I could help you relax," James cheers, kissing your jaw sweetly. You giggle at the ticklish feeling, you pulled him closer as you wrapped your legs around him.

"I love being married to you," you say, James, pulled back, kissing your cheek sloppily.

"I know, I'm kinda the best," James claimed, gigging. He let his head slip and press against your shoulder blade.

"James shush," you giggled with him, your hand roaming in his bush of hair. It was an absolute mess, tangles and curls everywhere.

"You tired baby?" He asked, pulling back to look at your face. He analyzed your expression, seeing the way you fought to keep your eyes open.

"Mmh," you mumbled, you didn't even make out a word, only a weird little hum. James adored it, finding your tired state cute.

"Go to sleep love," James whispered, using wand-less magic as the lights turned off. Your eyes didn't even get to adjust to the darkroom, you had slipped fast asleep instantly.

James smiled gently, helping you under the covers. He crawled under them himself, bringing your body to his. He rubbed your back gently, slipping his hand under your clothes to feel your skin. He felt content, having his wife asleep in his arms. He felt proud.

[milkytheholy1]

Tough cookie

Request: helloooooo author! i've got a request if you don't mind! ^w^ it's a Platonic!GN!reader x Donnie where the reader has a GREAT relationship with all the turtles (like especially Leo, they're best friends) **except** Donnie. like, i wouldn't necessarily call the reader a bully but they like to mess around and make fun of Don alot, but the reason why they tend to pick on Donnie is because they're actually really jealous of him and how smart he is and secretly wanna be good friends with him but since he's kinda a tough cookie to crack they've just given up on the friends thing and only make fun of him.

A/N: Hellooooooo reader, I hope you like this oneshot. I did change some things but it's barely noticeable once you read it. I hope you enjoy!

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Walking through the archway of the lair's entrance, your finger's grip on the pizza boxes in your hands tightened. Large arms wrapped around your waist, holstering you into the air, clutching the pizza boxes to your chest out of fear "(Y/N) you're here!" Raph chuckled, continuing to handle you in his arms. Rolling your eyes, you let a small smile slip from your face "Of course I came, dummy."

Gently placing you back onto the ground, you were immediately tackled into another hug, a small 'oof' sound escaping your lips. Catching the flash of an orange bandana your grin widened "Alright Mikey, alright." you laughed, holding the pizza boxes above your head while his face pressed against your stomach. The weight of the pizza boxes in your hands suddenly disappeared, looking up you examined your hands for the doughy treat. Looking back down you saw Leo holding a devilish smirk, said pizza boxes in his hand "You certainly know how to treat a turtle (Y/N)." he joked.

Pushing Mikey away from you, you sent Leo a lazy shrug "It's not like you guys eat anything else." Observing the lair from where you stood, you noticed the lack of the purple genius and as such missed his constant complains. Balancing on the balls of your feet, your eyes avoided the three brothers "Sooo," you began "where's that annoying brother of yours?"

"You mean Mikey?" Leo commented, Mikey whimpered out a small "Hey!" in response. Shaking your head 'no' you proceeded "Nah the dork, you know, Mr Roboto." That's the nickname you had branded Donnie with, his nerves would run ragged whenever you called him it. Raph shrugged his shoulders, use to your constant teasing of their soft-shell brother, "He's in his lab, I wouldn't bother him If I were you." he added. Shaking your head with a chuckle, you kicked your feet taking confident steps towards his lab, "You would say that!" you snickered, calling to them from over your shoulder. Waltzing up to the large metal doors blocking you from seeing his lab, you released a sigh, your mind thinking back to all the amazing things you had seen in this lab alone. Of course, you'd never tell Donatello that you secretly admired his work, you'd never tell him that you were jealous of his brilliance. Why would you? You weren't an idiot, anyone with eyes could see that the turtle had a massive ego you weren't about to add to it.

Knocking obnoxiously onto the cold metal, you waited patiently outside the doors, your mind working on ways to tease the poor scientist. Knocking again resulted in large bangs and clangs eliciting from the other side, harsh whispers of words you couldn't repeat in front of Mikey becoming ever-present. A shit-eating grin was the first thing Donnie saw when he opened the lab doors "Oh, it's you." he breathed out, a frown making its way onto his lips. Eyeing him carefully, you playful nudged his shoulder with your arm "It's like you're not happy to see me, Mr Roboto." you mused.

Groaning, Donnie turned his back to you and sloppily walked to his desk "Why don't you make this easier for the both of us and leave." he deadpanned. Trailing behind the turtle, your gaze flickered around his lab taking in all the different battle shells he had hanging on his wall. Directing your attention to his desk, you saw countless blueprints idly lying there for your pursuing "Oh c'mon Mr Roboto, you know me, never one to give up so easily."

"Ah yes, I almost forget about that annoying personality trait of yours. Your consistency." Donnie pulled down his goggles, his hands mindlessly fiddling with some tools left beside his desk. Your fingers played with his blueprints, your eyes downcast "Annoying?" you asked softly, slightly taken back by the comment. Donnie looked up at you, he'd never heard your voice so emotional before, his eyes fell down to your fingers tracing over his designs. With a rushed panic, Donnie scooped up the blueprints in his arms causing you to pout "Those are private." was the only response you got.

As his back was turned, most likely hiding those blueprints under his bed, you shuffled around his lab poking at random things. Donnie paid attention to your whereabouts in his lab, he didn't want you to purposely break anything or steal anything; he could never be too sure with you. Strolling over to his workbench, where the genius was currently bent over working, you began your game.

"Oooh, what's that?" you pried about to poke your fingers into an electrical circuit, "Don't touch that." came his stern response. You watched as his fingers held the screwdriver in a tight grip, his tongue sticking out in concentration, your fingertips ghosted over the pointed edge of a hammer "Don't touch that." he echoed. Groaning, you rolled your eyes "Is there anything I can touch?" you huffed out, Donnie didn't even look to you before he responded "Yes." Your eyes lit up with hope, "What is it?" you urged like an excited puppy.

"The door handle when you leave right now."

Your smile dropped into a frown, sulking at his oblivious form. You knew he was rewarding himself for the comment, but you wouldn't give him the satisfaction "Well, how could I annoy you if I'm not here?"

"Oh I didn't think about that, I guess you can't do it, huh?" he mused, his eyes still focused on the small motherboard in front of him, "What a shame," he whispered to himself, but he knew you heard him. Folding your arms over your chest you continued your teasing assault on the poor turtle, "You know, for someone who has some cool weapons I thought your lab would be way more awesome. Like don't get me wrong, what you have going on here is pretty good and all. With your purple neon lights, that I've seen in a 13-year-olds room, it looks good; really classes up the place, you know?"

You could feel the heat radiating from his reddening forehead, you snickered to yourself "But don't get me started on the colour purple." Donnie cursed himself for falling into your trap, the moment the question left his lips he wanted to die right then and there "What's wrong with the colour purple?" Your grin looked like something the grinch would be able to pull off, "There's just too much of it, looks like some kid pretending to be an emo or something."

"Well, some people see the colour purple as a symbolism of royalty and power."

"You wish." you snorted. Donnie growled under his breath, his fingers itching to kick you out "Are you done here?"

"Are you?" You quickly challenged him, Donnie finally took time away from his project to stare at you. Clearly unamused. Pinching the skin between his eyes, he quirked a brow at you "And pray tell, what delusion are you living in now?" You shrugged your shoulders, your body slowly making its way back over to his workbench "Well, If you find me so annoying it's totally bizarre how you haven't kicked me out yet or found some way to banish me from the lair, oh or disinteg-"

"I get it, I get it!" he barked, his hands clamping over your mouth. Your eyes widened at his actions, he could feel your mouth smirking under his hands. Pulling his hands slowly away from your chops, he breathed in a sigh at the quiet atmosphere "Admit it you like me annoying you." you taunted him. Donnie scowled at you, his goggles long gone from his head "It's not that I actively enjoy you pestering me,"

"But~" you prodded, he sighed again; something he tended to do often around you. Looking offset from you, his finger aimlessly rubbed circles into the smooth metal of his desk "I just- it's- you're just the only person that takes interest in what I do; even if it's just pointing out what's wrong with it." You frowned at that, you didn't think the reason would be so sad.

There had been many times in the past where you thought you had driven Donnie to the brink of insanity with your constant questions and borderline insults. But, every time you came back down to the lair he let you in his lab without any interruptions, sometimes he timed when you'd arrive and have the lab doors unlocked and ready. The only reason you actually picked on Donnie was because you were jealous of his intelligence, the way he was able to carry himself around a room with such confidence.

At first, when you met the turtles, you wanted to become close with Donatello perhaps share the knowledge you had with him. One might have thought you would become close friends since you had such similar interests, but alas, you never had the chance. Donnie had pulled the walls up so high you never thought you'd make it over, it left you with the other brothers. After time, you grew close to Leonardo, indulging in his witty humour and cool comic collection. But you always wondered what it would have been like if Donnie hadn't shut you out, that's why you made it your mission to annoy him. If he wasn't going to be your friend through normal conventions then you were just going to have to break down those walls by other means.

Blinking back into reality, you stared at his stooped head. Shuffling nervously on your feet you decided to let it all out "Yeah well, your tech n' stuffs pretty cool. I love learning about this kinda stuff." He turned to you, his eyes openly staring at you "Wai- really?", you nodded your head unsure whether you should openly admit this or not.

"C'mon, if I wasn't interested I wouldn't be in here everyday bugging you. I've always wanted to see you work but you kinda blocked me out from day one." you weren't looking at him, finding the wall past him surprisingly interesting. Donnie sat there with his mouth wide open, for the first time in his life he was left speechless. After all this time he thought his brothers forced you to bother him, to go prod his buttons and set him off. He would never admit that your company had rubbed off on him, well out loud at least.

Shaking his head, he swiftly turned back to his bed observing the crumbled blueprint plans that he had hastily stuffed under there in a panic. Looping back to you, he had a small smile on his lips "Hey, would-would you like to help me with this?" You had to double-check that he actually asked you to help him, Mr Roboto chuckled but nodded his head, all be it a little reluctantly.

Pulling a spare chair from across the room, you sat beside the lanky soft-shell, in awe as he explained what he was doing; today looked like the start of a beautiful friendship.

[rebeccccccaaa]

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Peter Parker x Reader

Requested|| (ANON) If this is not too much trouble, could I request something with the reader always trying to run from relationships because all the men in her life hurt her, and then she meets Peter and she's trying so hard not to fall for him, so he starts thinking that there's something wrong with him, until she tells him that she doesn't wanna get hurt again and he's all like 🥺 I'd never hurt you and it's all fluff?

Warnings|| major angst, slight smut but nothing crazy (minors dni)

Author’s Notes|| this kinda sucks but oh well someone will like it lmao

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You sat at the bar wallowing in sadness as if the world’s problems revolve around you. You felt stupid and selfish but you could brush the feeling. You downed yet another drink waving the waiter for another who smiled sympathetically before handing you another glass. 

“Hey,” a familiar pulled you from your sulking. 

“How’d you find me?” you said quietly. 

“Got lucky I guess,” that was a lie; he swung throughout all of downtown New York for the past hour looking for you. 

“I suppose you here cause…” you trailed off.

“What happened?” he sat down next to you.

You were hanging with Peter in his room playing video games. You two had a beer just talking as friends do. 

Friends.

Friends don’t usually sit this close to each other. 

“You ok?” 

 “Yeah, just feeling a little tired,” you responded.

“You want to stay here tonight?”

“I- I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“I insist. It’s pretty late and a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be out so late.”

“Peter.”

“What?” he asked.

“Don’t call me that,” you mumbled.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncom-”

“Maybe I should go,” don’t let him in; he’s just gonna break your heart like the rest of them.

“Y/n,” he stood up with you.

“Why are you running?”

“What?” you defended.

“You’re running away from me. This isn’t the first time you've done this," he explained walking up to you. You instinctively backed away almost insulting Peter. The look in his face was as if you broke his heart. You felt overwhelmed and you needed to get out. 

You pulled open the door abruptly hearing your name being shouted. You hurried down the stairs to the busy streets of New York instantly hailing a cab. He asked where to and you gave him a bill telling him however far it would take you. 

Peter ran back upstairs freaking out. He pulled his phone out and tried calling you first, he honestly didn’t know what had happened. Peter’s had an infatuation with you since the day you walked through the door in his class.

You two quickly became friends and although Peter wanted something more you always declined his advances and Peter respected that. That didn’t stop him from sharing his fair share of flirty comments that you had always seemed to laugh at. But this time he knew he fucked up calling you pretty but he doesn’t exactly know why it scared you so much. 

He suited up quickly and flew out the window searching every bar, club, cafe, library that you could possibly be in. His heartbeat quickened every passing minute that he couldn’t find you until after over an hour of searching and panicking and no response to his phone calls he finally found you. He quickly changes before heading inside as naturally as he could possibly act to not make you even more uncomfortable. 

“Hey.”

“I don’t know,” you responded to him.

“Is it me? Is there something wrong with me? Did I do something out of line?”

“No, it’s not you, Peter,” you said, slightly raising your voice but not enough to draw attention.

“Can you at least explain to me what’s making you upset because I hate seeing you like this,” Peter said softly.

“I was just having a bad day,” you lied.

“The other day too? I know there’s something bothering you and I want to help you; I really care about you.”

“You can’t help me,” you said frustratingly.

“Why?” he urged.

“Because it’s about you!”

“But-”

“Gah! Peter, just- ugh!” you rubbed your face stressfully. You don’t want but the way you treated him and how you’ve done this too many times to be considered ‘a bad day’, you owe him an explanation; no matter how hard it’ll be to admit.

“Y/n,” he whispered, reaching out to touch you, making you flinch.

“Are you scared of me?” he asked fearfully.

"No! It’s not that,” you teared up.

“Peter, I’m falling in love with you and it terrifies me,” you whispered, stray tears falling gracefully down your cheeks. 

“What?” Peter was indeed surprised. Of course he dreamed about what it would be like if you loved him back but because of the way you avoided him and avoided even the topic of relationships altogether, this was the last thing he was expecting you to say.

“All my life, I thought there was something wrong with me. I was so confused how people can just break someone’s heart so easily. And yet, I still fell in love, over and over again just to get hurt in the end. It went on too long, and I let it. I told myself love is dead. Then I met you. You ruined my plans of dying sad and alone. I tried so hard to not fall but I can’t help it. The second I see you, I get these butterflies in my belly, and it feels like my skin crawls but like not in a bad way, you know? And I’m scared; it scares me,” you cried. 

“Y/n,” Peter whispered, bringing his hand up to your back, rubbing softly.

“I’m so sorry that you had to go through all that and I know that my words and promises won’t do much. I just want you to at least hear me. You are the beautiful woman I’ve laid my eyes on, just being around you is enough to make me feel happier. Everyday I wake up thinking about you and-nand I go to sleep with you on my mind. All I do think about you; your smile, your eyes, your lips, your- your body,” he mumbled the last part shyly. 

“Y/n, I- I want to be the one that loves you; so much that you wouldn’t even think about heartbreak, you’d forget what it feels altogether."

His words hit you hard. You wanted that; you were so tired of running away but you don’t know if you can handle one more heartbreak; especially from Peter, the guy you fell so hopelessly in love with. Is it worth the risk? 

“I just want to feel loved, truly and genuinely loved,” you cried. 

Peter moved your hair from your face and wiped the tears with his thumb. One look into his dreamy brown eyes and you fell. Hard.

Peter pressed you against the back of his bedroom door. His lips were soft and velvety against yours. Your hands were intertwined and your stomach couldn’t help the eruption of butterflies. You’ve never particularly felt this emotive before for someone especially so intimately. His lips kissed the shell of your ear so softly you barely felt it.

“My pretty girl,” he whispered before pulling you to the bed.

You sat down lifting your arms for Peter who slowly pulled your hoodie over your head. He kneeled in front of you and pressed kisses down your torso making you wiggle and giggle. His hands cupped your breasts softly, squeezing playfully as his teeth nipped at your skin along your belly. 

He brought his hands to your bottoms and you lifted your hips to let him take it off. Once he did, he stood up quickly removing his one clothes and you sat up reaching out to touch his extremely toned torso. He grabbed a condom from the drawer beside the bed and hummed softly at your hands that roamed his body lovingly. 

He rolled the condom over his throbbing cock, crawling over you with a devilish smirk. He dipped his head in the crook of your neck kiss softly making you softly moan and sigh in pleasure. Your belly burned with desire aching for his cock. You wrapped your legs around his hips hissing when he pushed himself past your slick folds. 

“You’re a bit bigger than I anticipated,” you choked out. 

“You need a minute?” he cupped your face. 

You weakly nodded holding onto Peter tightly. Once you felt better and the pressure slowly dissipated, Peter brought his hips back and pushed again in you slowly. Your moans bounced off the walls as Peter thrusts sped up. 

“You feel so good, baby,” you pressed his forehead against yours. 

“Fucking hell,” Peter breathed out. 

His thrusts became sloppily and your skin slapped against each other loudly. You moans got louder and higher and Peter’s lower and rougher. Soon enough you couldn’t hold it any longer; your body contracting and tightening under him desperate to cum.

“Pete-”

“Go ahead, baby girl. Let go,” he looked into your eyes. 

You let your orgasm rip through you, letting your back arch into Peter and your toes curl. Peter’s mother opened but no sound came through as he reached his own high. His arms gave out after he climaxed and collapsed atop of you. Your body slightly trembled as you calmed yourself. 

“Please, please don’t break my heart,” you cried.

“I promise. I could never hurt you,” he kissed you passionately. He could taste your salty tears that stained your lips and tugged on his heart. He held you closely as you fell asleep never once letting go. And for once you felt loved. 

Truly, and genuinely loved. 

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Comfort in My Shadow

Chapter 3: You Oughta Know

By @iwritedumbshit for @iron-mum

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Minor Pepper Potts/Tony Stark

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Ned Leeds, James “Rhodey” Rhodes

Summary: Soulmates are definite in the universe. Nobody knows exactly why they exist, or what dictates who is bonded to who, the only thing known is that they are never wrong. But Peter’s not so sure about that.

Living at the group home had taught Peter a lot about laying low and how to stay alive when nobody cares. But he’d always clung to the hope of the shadow at his feet reflecting his soulmate that had watched over him for years.

Typical that his soulmate is actually a superhero that Peter is convinced shouldn’t want anything to do with him. Maybe, just this once, the Universe was wrong.

But Tony Stark is desperate to prove that it is right.

Ch 1 // Ch 2 // Ch 4 // Ch 5 // Ch 6 // Ch 7 // Ch 8

---

Tony dropped down onto the grass near an empty playground just by the water, laying Spidey on the ground gently before breaking his way out of the suit. The mechanic kneeled beside the teenager, grabbing his wrist and tearing the webshooter off of it. He pressed two fingers against the boy's wrist, sighing in relief when he could make out a surprisingly strong pulse. The relief only lasted for a moment before he moved onto the fact that the kid still wasn't moving.

Hesitating for only a moment, he reached for the mask.

A hand shot up just as his fingers brushed against the fabric, slapping his own hand away sloppily. Tony didn't mind, only letting out a sigh and sinking back onto his knees in relief as Spidey sat up, coughing so hard his whole body shook. The kid tore his mask up to his nose to throw up mouthfuls of murky water before settling back onto his elbows and pulling the mask back down harshly. Tony resisted the urge to pat the kid on his back, instead keeping his hands wrung and watching the vigilante sharply.

He coughed, "Uh, hey, Mr. Stark."

"Hey, kid." Tony offered him a smile. "Jeez, I leave you alone for one day and you almost drown. I think you're more danger prone than me, if that's possible."

"Yeah, you'd be surprised," Spidey said, sitting up farther before freezing and turning to regard Tony suspiciously. "How did you find me? Did you put a tracker on me or something?"

"No. No, kid, I didn't, I promise. My AI's been keeping an eye out for you, and she seemed to think you were in trouble."

"You're spying on me?"

"No, not--I'm not spying on you, kid," Tony rushed to assure. He paused and then conceded with the decency to shrug in embarrassment. "Okay, sorta maybe. Yeah. I'm kinda spying on you, but I also just saved your life, so."

"I had it," Spidey muttered, but it was ruined by another cough. Tony raised an eyebrow at him. "I did! At least, until that vulture guy showed up."

"Vulture guy?"

In a flurry of words, Spider-Man explained, and Tony was happy to listen. He was happy to hear anything the kid was willing to say to him, even if it began with him stalking out a weapons deal and ended with a man with metal wings grabbing him out of the air.

"--and then he just, he just, like, swooped down like a monster and he picked me up and, uh, he took me up, like, a thousand feet and just dropped me!"

Tony shook his head, wishing desperately he could see beyond the suit at any injuries the kid may have as he reattached his webshooter. He did seem okay though, if a little thin, if the way the soaked suit practically hung off of him was anything to go by.

"What were you thinking?" Tony asked, unable to keep the scornful fear from his voice.

"The guy with the wings is obviously the source of the weapons that I've been seeing. I gotta take him down!"

"Take him down now, huh? Steady, Crockett, there are people who handle this sort of thing."

"The Avengers?"

"No. No, no. This is a little below their pay grade," Tony explained. Spidey's eyes narrowed at him. "Look, forget the flying vulture guy, please."

"What? No! He's putting weapons out on the street, my street, I've gotta keep looking for him."

Tony pursed his lip, resisting the urge to argue further and wrap this kid up in bubble wrap. He relented, for the time being. "Fine. I won't stop you."

"Not like you could anyway."

"You're meaner than I remember."

"Yeah, well, get used to it I guess."

"Does that mean I get to hang out with my soulmate from now on? Possibly know their name?"

Spidey froze, staring past Tony in a tired manner. He slumped down onto the grass dramatically. "What time is it?"

"You're not gonna run out on me or anything are you? Or if you do, can you at least leave something behind for me? Like, a boot maybe?"

"Are you calling me Cinderella?"

"Sure. Cinder-kid. Cinder-whatever-your-name-is."

Spider-Man turned his head to glare at his persistent fishing. "I'm surprised you don't already know."

"I've got a list. Twenty-eight kids so far."

"I'm not a kid," he mumbled. Tony smirked.

"Nice try. I know your birthday." Spider-Man groaned. "Still no name?"

A moment. "Ben."

"There's no Ben on the list," Tony answered immediately.

"What, you just have that memorized?" When Tony didn't answer, save for the raise of an eyebrow, the kid groaned again. "If I tell you my name will you please tell me the time?"

Tony checked his watch. "8:17."

A very long, very tense moment before finally, "Peter."

"There's no Peter on the list either."

"Then your list sucks." Tony stared at him. "I'm not lying, you just need to be better at being a detective."

After a moment, Tony accepted it, though he didn't completely believe it. "Fine. Nice to meet you, Peter. I'm Tony."

"Yeah, I knew that."

"Are you always this mean or are you just in a bad mood?"

Peter ducked his head guiltily. "Sorry. Just kinda hungry. I didn't--uh, I didn't eat dinner. Yet."

"I can fix that," Tony said, holding out a hand. Peter stared at it for a moment before hesitantly taking it and allowing for Tony to pull him up. Both of them glanced at where their shadows switched. Peter tensed before tearing his hand away and shoving it in his pocket. Tony tried to not let his hurt show.

Peter let out a groan of annoyance, distracting Tony from where he'd been staring at the switched shadows to look at the kid, who had pulled out a phone as wet as it was cracked. The billionaire grimaced just looking at it.

"Yikes. If you need to call your parents, I have my phone with me."

Spidey winced. "No, uh, it's fine. Just, ah, I left my friend at a party, he's probably wondering where I'm at."

"Okay. If you're sure," Tony said. Peter nodded. "So, dinner?"

"I'm okay, Mr. Stark. I've got to get back to the party. My friend's mom is picking us up in an hour."

"Then, can we talk?" Peter dug his boot into the ground in such a childish manner it physically hurt. He clearly didn't want to talk, but that didn't stop Tony. "Here and now would be preferable."

"About what?" the kid rasped.

"A few things. The fact that we're soulmates, why you got involved in this, why you run around as a vigilante in the first place--"

"--I literally told you last night--"

"--and why you ran away yesterday," Tony finished, ignoring him.

"I have a curfew."

"What's your curfew?"

"Ten," Spidey muttered.

"So you were already late. If you'd waited a little bit longer I probably could've explained to your parents why you were late."

Spidey's head shot up, eyes narrowing. "That I was out being a vigilante?"

"That you were meeting your soulmate."

"Oh. That." The boot scuffed against the ground again, and Tony tried not to let his sullen voice get to him. "I don't think he would've cared."

That sounded horribly wrong to Tony's ears. He asked incredulously, "Your dad wouldn't have cared that you met your soulmate?"

"He's not my dad."

Oh.

"Who do you live with then?"

"Group home," Peter answered with a shrug. "Our curfew has no exceptions, so."

Tony hesitated. "Peter, can you take off your mask?"

"Why?"

"I mean, why not? I already know your name and birthday. I can find you pretty easily."

"I'm okay, Mr. Stark. I'm good. Besides, I should be getting back to my friend, so."

Peter moved to walk away, but Tony grabbed his arm hastily, desperate for this not to be how his first real meeting with his soulmate to go. Peter flinched immediately, and the mechanic let go as the kid stumbled back. That horrible suspicion in his chest only grew.

"Sorry," Tony apologized as Peter continued to stare at him. This wasn't going how he had envisioned at all. Soulmate meetings were usually thought of with an air of overwhelming happiness, maybe a few shed tears and a lot of hugs. But all Tony had was a first name, a smattering of depressing facts, and the knowledge that this kid didn't want anything to do with him. "Not an Iron Man fan, huh?"

Peter shrugged, but Tony noted it as a small victory that the tension leaked out of his small frame. "Thor's actually my favorite, so."

"Well, as long as it isn't Mr. America, then I'm good." There was an awkward silence only broken by the mechanical whir of Spidey's goggles as he glanced to the side, clearly searching for an escape. Tony bit down a sigh. "Go back to your party, kid. I'll see you around?"

"Sure. See you around, Mr. Stark."

Well, he didn't sound completely miserable about it, so Tony counted it as a win. He watched as the kid swung off of the trees back towards the neighborhood, a hint of hope warring with his hurt. Only once the hood slipped off of his shadow did the mechanic start moving again, stepping into the suit, which lit up as he fired into the sky.

"Okay, Fri. Find me a kid named Peter born on August tenth, 2001 with all the earlier guidelines."

"There isn't one, sir."

Tony thought for a moment. "Oh! Remove siblings as a statistic, look for one in a group home instead."

"One match."

"Save it to the file. I'll check it out when I get home."

 ---

  Toomes stared at the retreating figure of the Iron Man suit, his mask highlighting the flying hunk of metal before he turned away to stare at the playground where he and Spider-Man had been talking. Peter, apparently. Stark's soulmate.

He'd have to be careful, very careful, about how he played this.

Adrian had been set on flying away immediately after dropping the vigilante so that he could chew out Brice for being so reckless, but the sight of the Iron Man suit dipping under the water had stopped him. What the hell was the billionaire doing near his house? It had made him wary enough for him to dive down and perch a football field's length away, allowing for his helmet to pick up on the two's conversation.

That decision had probably been one of the best ones of his entire life. The kid was clearly very insistent to go after him and his business, while Stark not so much, but that didn't stop the fact that Peter was clearly desperate to take him down and had Iron Man even more clearly wrapped around his little finger. That was dangerous, and it was bad for business.

After checking once more that Iron Man was no longer nearby, he shot back up into the air towards his warehouse as he made a note to put Mason u[ to finding out who this Peter-kid was and he searched through multiple names in his personnel, looking for the best to keep an eye on the kid. No one was going to mess with his business. With his family.

  ---

"Alright," Tony said as he entered the lab through the window, stepping out from his suit and back over to his desk. He grimaced at where the web fluid had exploded over the desk while he'd been gone. Hopefully that would fizzle out in an hour or two. "What have you got for me, Fri?"

A screen popped up immediately, and Tony was shown his first true glimpse of his soulmate's face. His heart tugged both at the adorableness of the kid pictured in front of him and the fact that he was seeing the kid for the first time through a screen. He shook it aside, taking in the kid in front of him.

Peter.

The yearbook photo left the smile hilariously forced but no less adorable, especially with the way the kid's eyes read embarrassment and boredom in only a way a teen's could. His hair was tamed down generously for picture day, but a few stray curls forced their way loose. Somehow, he was exactly what Tony had imagined.

"Okay. Full life synopsis. Let's go," he ordered the AI.

"Peter Benjamin Parker was born on August tenth, 2001, to Mary and Richard Parker, both head researchers at Oscorp before their deaths in 2006 in a plane crash. Guardianship was transferred to Richard's brother and sister-in-law, Ben and May Parker. They were killed during a mugging six months ago."

"Yikes, kid. Not a super easy time for you, huh?" Tony glanced at the picture of the kid again. "Where does he live now?"

"At the Queens Pinehill Group Home for Boys under the guardianship of Andrew Fowler."

"Pull up his file. Any records of abuse or illegal activities?"

"Fowler has two DUI's from when he was nineteen and twenty-three, but nothing else. Nothing unusual about him, boss."

Tony hummed, crossing his arms and pursing his lips. After all of Peter's little flinches and shakes, he was still skeptical, but with nothing to prove, he left it alone. For now.

"Mr. Parker does, however, have a record."

His head turned. "He does?"

"He does." Multiple files were shoved in his face. "Nothing serious, sir, but he has multiple accounts of sneaking out and degenerate behavior. Smoking, loitering, and two misdemeanors."

Tony hesitated for a moment, but shrugged it off. He was a kid who'd had a rough life, and, really, Tony had done some similar shit when he was the kid's age, and the sneaking out could be easily waved off by Peter's vigilante actions. He moved on.

"How's the suit coming along?"

"Trials are finished and ready for 3D printing. All that's left is the fluid, boss."

Tony glanced at the table still completely covered with the white formula. He grimaced. "We'll deal with that later. Go ahead and print the suit, and I'm gonna need a couple of things before we completely shut down for the night."

  ---

I, Peter thought, am an idiot.

After returning to the party, he had changed back into his regular clothes and managed to draw Ned out from the crowd, who had been more than a little confused at his dripping wet hair and slightly bruised face.

"Dude," Ned had asked. "What the hell happened? What happened to the plan?"

"Sorry," Peter had muttered. "There was some weapons dealers. They got the drop on me and dropped me in the lake. And, uh, I met Mr. Stark again."

Ned had gasped. "Really!? Oh, my gosh, is he here? Can I meet him?"

"No, he left, Ned. He saved me actually."

"This is the coolest! You're superhero buddies!" He'd gasped again. "Oh, my God! Are you Iron Man's sidekick?"

"What? No, Ned. I'm not his sidekick." I'm his soulmate, which was honestly worse. Peter would be a better sidekick than a soulmate. "It was probably just, like, a favor thing since I saved him yesterday."

"Super. Hero. Buddies."

There hadn't been any arguing with Ned, he'd been too excited. But, thankfully, the arrival of Iron Man had distracted his friend from going back to the party and they'd called his mom so they could leave early. Not ready to take anymore chances that night, he'd asked Mrs. Leeds to drop him off right at the group home. Mr. Fowler hadn't been there when Peter had tiptoed through the door, so he'd just slipped up the stairs and taken a hot shower, not even bothering to try and take something from the kitchen. He didn't have the heart for another strike.

His spider sense had been going off the entire time, just like it had when he'd been talking with Mr. Stark. It had prevented him from falling asleep that night, thankfully it had been a Friday. But the fact that his senses wouldn't calm down, even now on Saturday morning, was more than a little concerning. Was he dying? Maybe it was the lack of food? Or were his senses trying to warn him about Mr. Stark?

That was the worst thought of all, but it'd popped into his mind whenever he'd caught sight of his shadow while he was eating breakfast the next morning. Everyone in the group home was at the table to watch his nervous jitters as he tried not to look too starved while eating his cereal. Tim and Eric had glanced at him a lot, clearly desperate for him to play some games with them today. The other two younger boys, Aaron and Juan, were much more calm, staring down at the table in an attempt to not draw attention to themselves. Though Jeremiah was winning that competition.

Mr. Fowler sat at the head of the table, a plate of eggs and bacon sitting idly in front of him as he rifled through the mail with annoyed mutters. The man had a lot of junk mail--seriously, he had more magazine subscriptions than Peter could count--so the boys could usually tell when he finally stumbled across something he liked in the mail. His muttering would pause, the rifling would stop, and he would hum in approval before setting the piece of paper aside. This morning, he found something he clearly didn't care for.

Mr. Fowler's muttering paused, the rifling stopped, and Peter waited for the quiet hum, but instead there was a displeased grunt. Heads turned as the junk mail smacked onto the table and a vanilla letter stood out in Mr. Fowler's hands with large letters scrolled on the front of it. Peter's name sat scrawled on the corner.

"Who the heck is 'TS?'" Mr. Fowler asked, glancing at the letter again. "With no return address?"

Peter panicked, almost choking on his off-brand Cheerios as he searched for an excuse that wasn't as flimsy as a feather.

"It's, uh, a pen pal. Thing."

Sure. Not flimsy at all, Parker.

"A pen pal?"

Peter nodded. "Yep. Um, through--through school. It's new. And we deliver them, by ah, ourselves. I delivered mine yesterday, so, no return address?"

"Fun... What's their name?"

He took another bite of his food to stall, mumbling through the soggy cereal, "Tony."

"Tony...?"

"Smart." Mr. Fowler glanced at him. Idiot, idiot, idiot. "Yeah. Tony Smart. He goes to Bronx... Anyway can I have that letter please?"

With a grumble, Mr. Fowler tossed the letter on the table in front of Peter. He quickly pocketed it, finishing his cereal as fast as humanly possible and placing it in the dishwasher. He passed by the table, promising to help the other kids with their dishes and their homework, before walking out the door and sitting on the steps outside the small and rundown building, ignoring the way his senses were still going off.

Peter muttered confusions under his breath as he pulled the surprisingly thick letter out of his hoodie, turning it over in his hands once before finally ripping it open. There were four things inside. He grabbed the letter first, unfolding it to read the loose lettering scrawled inside.

  Dear, Mr. Parker,

Letters aren't really my thing. I'm more of a talker, as you may have realized last night, so I've left a new Starkphone in the envelope to replace the one you broke last night. For talking. And whatever the hell teenagers do with phones too.

  Peter blinked, narrowing his eyes and his chin dropping as he fished the phone out of the envelope. It was horribly expensive under his fingers and he immediately flushed as he thought about how much it must cost. He didn't think it was even on the market yet. He shook his head and blinked furiously, returning to the letter.

  I've also included a Stark Industries badge that will get you into the tower for the next week or so until we move to the compound. You'll receive a new one once badges are printed for the Avengers Compound. My forehead of security will be very excited to be on the job. There's also a credit card connected to my account if you're ever in trouble or in the mood for something to eat. Of course, I don't know what your schedule is, but call me whenever, and you're always welcome in Casa de Stark.

-TS

P.S. Stop by the tower if you can today. I've got a surprise I think you'll like.

  Go to the tower? Peter glanced around the street nervously. He guessed it couldn't hurt, as long as he got all his Saturday chores done first.

After a moment of hesitation, the teenager folded up the letter, stuffing it in his pocket before turning back to the rest of the contents in the envelope. Like Mr. Stark had said, there was a Stark Industries badge, with his embarrassing yearbook photo and his name printed in bold letters, and an ebony credit card that practically gleamed even in the weak light of the gray day.

"The hell..." he muttered, staring at it. He didn't even want to begin thinking about how much stuff he could buy with this thing. The thought made him nauseous, and he moved to stuff it in his pocket as well, when he paused. His pocket was a horrible place to put this thing. He didn't plan on using it, but he'd have an actual stroke if he managed to lose it, or worse, if someone stole it. Mr. Stark already didn't seem overwhelmingly thrilled to have a snotty kid as his soulmate, no need to disappoint him further.

Peter went back inside, placing the card in his thin leather wallet that he kept in his bag, clipping his badge to the backpack, and then stuffing the letter underneath his mattress. Before he went to move back downstairs, his stomach rumbled and his eyes strayed back to the card. Mr. Stark had said he could use it whenever...and it wasn't like snacks were going to drain his account or anything. He bit his lip, forcing himself to turn back around and down the stairs. He wasn't a charity case, and he wasn't going to just abuse Mr. Stark's money like that.

The teenager shook his head as he hurried back to the common floor to begin cleaning up the kitchen as he tried not to think about how hungry he was going to be tonight. Only breakfast was allowed when grounded at Queens Pinehill Group Home for Boys, so tonight was going to be so much worse without a school provided lunch. And falling asleep last night had been almost impossible thanks to the gnawing pain in the pit of his stomach. Whatever. He'd figure it out somehow.

Cleaning the kitchen didn't take very long, both him and Jeremiah burning through the dishes and putting away food in less than ten minutes while the younger kids sat silently at the table, trepidatious noses stuck in books, though they'd been allowed a moment of calm reprieve when Mr. Fowler had stumbled upstairs for a few minutes before plopping back downstairs into his usual seat. Once the two were done, Jeremiah went to take out the trash while Peter stepped over to Mr. Fowler, who was just finishing scribbling on a thin piece of paper.

"I expect the receipt as usual, Parker. Not a penny missing." The man thrust the list in his hand along with a wad of tightly wrapped cash that Peter accepted more than a little nervously. Mr. Fowler was very particular about his money. "And don't forget to check the eggs to make sure they're not broken."

"Yes, sir," Peter nodded.

"And take the others with you. I need a few hours of peace."

"Yes, sir," he said again.

He motioned for the children to grab their bags from the hooks by the door while Peter dashed up the stairs and back down again with his own. He never left home without it, and the kids needed something to hold their stuff. Not that he would mind carrying a couple of books, but they had to carry all the groceries back, so the more free hands the better.

The ragtag group bounced onto the cracked sidewalk, the kids waving goodbyes to Jeremiah as they headed off towards the nearest grocery story. There was some excited babble as they all crowded around Peter, words tumbling from prepubescent lips as they all finally got their chance to inform Peter of their very eventful week. Mr. Fowler was never very excited to have the kids talking all at once. It disturbed his constant hangovers.

"One at a time, one at a time," Peter said with a reluctant smile. The chatter died down. "Youngest first."

Eric grabbed Peter's hand in response, the nine year-old babbling away about something new he'd learned in class and something funny his friend had said on Monday that he'd been waiting all week to tell Peter. Next was Juan, who had similar tellings, but the teenager responded just enthusiastically as he did Eric until they went all the way through the stories and ended up at the cheap grocery store.

Peter stopped them before going inside. "Rules?"

"Don't touch anything," all four chorused, continuing down the list. 1. Don't touch anything. 2. Stay by Peter. And 3. Hold your buddy's hand the whole time. Once they'd repeated them all, Peter nodded and led them inside.

The teenager tried his best to get everything on Mr. Fowler's list quickly, but refused to not double check for the cheaper brands that Mr. Fowler was always so insistent he buy. It irked Peter off, especially since grocery money came from the state and not the man, but there wasn't anything Peter could do without getting another strike, so he grabbed the blandest cheerios and the most unhealthy oatmeal and placed them in the basket in annoyance, doing his best to avoid any aisle with some kind of bright sugar. He still caught the other kids looking at cookies and cartons of ice cream longingly though.

Finally, after an agonizingly long time, they were all checked out and laden with groceries as they headed down the sidewalk back to the group home. There was more chatter from the kids as they pointed at fluttering pigeons and scurrying rats. There was even a parrot at one point that Peter was sure someone was looking for. He'd check around online later and see if he could give someone a tip about the scarlet bird that's shit narrowly missed Eric.

All was going well until the chime of an ice cream truck began down the small neighborhood street. Feet stopped and heads turned as the bright pink vehicle stopped in front of a group of clamoring kids. Peter could practically feel their want for something other than the same breakfast and dinner they got every day. Their most interesting meal was usually their school lunches, which was honestly more pitiful than anything the teenager could ever dream of.

Peter bit his lip as he stared at the ice cream truck and then sighed, setting down his groceries and opening the pocket of his backpack where he'd placed his wallet earlier. The wallet that now had a shiny black card connected directly to a billionaire that could give these kids a fun morning for once.

The wallet that was nowhere to be seen.

"Fuck," Peter muttered.

Eric gasped, pointing at Peter who was now practically tearing apart his backpack looking for the thing, panic rising in his chest. "Peter said a bad word!"

"Shit," Juan said in response. There were some giggles from the older kids but Eric gasped again. Peter ignored them, strangling in a reluctant breath as his hands finally stilled after coming away with nothing.

How the hell had he lost it? He'd had it for barely an hour! Think, Parker, think. It had been in his bag, he knew that. He'd put it in the second lowest pocket of his backpack, which he'd left upstairs. All the boys had been at the table, and Jeremiah had been cleaning the kitchen with him the entire time. Had someone stolen it at the store? It was possible but unlikely, what with his spider sense and the fact that four kids who'd grown up in New York's foster system paying constant attention to him. So how could it have--

Peter paused, bringing his hands up to cover the bottom half of his face as he clenched his teeth harder than he remembered having ever done before. Mr. Fowler had gone upstairs. And Peter's story had been complete bullshit. He must have found his wallet and taken it upon seeing the shiny black card just perfectly poised for the taking.

His legs stiff with terror, Peter stuffed everything he'd taken out of his bag back into it haphazardly, zipping it shut so harshly the tab ripped completely off. He grunted, throwing the piece of plastic to the ground and clutching his groceries back in his hands before stomping off. The kids stumbled after him once they'd realized he'd begun to move.

"Peter!! Wait up!" Tim called.

Peter forced himself to pause for them, but continued on the moment they were caught up to him. He tried to calm himself, but he couldn't stop the way his face contorted and he seethed in fury. He didn't give two flying shits about the crumpled bills in his wallet the man had taken, or the few personal items he'd kept in the wallet from his late uncle, but he was horribly angry that the man had taken something that was barely even Peter's.

There was no way in hell the teenager was going to explain to Mr. Stark that the card had been stolen from him not even a day after he'd gotten it. There was no way in hell was Peter going to explain that he, an enhanced that had just touted last night that he could take on the flying vulture guy, that he couldn't stand up to his foster father. Mr. Stark dealt with aliens. Peter could deal with Mr. Fowler.

His steps faltered.

He could. He could do it.

As he later found out, he couldn't.

  ---

Peter crept up the stairs of the Queens Pinehill Group Home for Boys, having already set all the groceries he'd had on the kitchen counter for the other kids to put away. He tried to keep the shaking from his fear, unsure if it stemmed from fear or anger, but he was largely unsuccessful as he stalked past the kids' rooms and approached the one at the end of the hall.

As far as Peter knew, no one had gone into Mr. Fowler's room before. There usually wasn't a point. The man kept such meticulous track of his belongings that it was impossible to take something without him noticing sooner or later, and, not only that, but Peter was used to the click of a lock sliding shut whenever the man left his room unattended or went to sleep for the night. It left the teenager facing the unknown as he finally stepped in front of the door that was, in that moment, bigger than anything he'd ever seen.

He took in a shaky breath. Maybe this was a bad idea. The ringing of fear trembling up and down his entire self told him so.

But the anger wasn't completely overridden by the fear, and Peter was full of bad ideas anyway, so he raised a fist and knocked rapidly. There was no response, so Peter knocked again, just as forceful as last time but now more hesitant.

With a horrifying shiver down his spine, the door swung open. Peter swallowed but refused to take the step back that he desperately wanted to as Mr. Fowler towered over him. The smell of alcohol wasn't any kind of freshly strong like it had been a couple of nights ago, which was the only thing reassuring about the moment.

"What do you want?" Mr. Fowler demanded.

"My wallet." He willed his voice not to break.

Mr. Fowler's eyes narrowed as a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "What?"

"My wallet. You took it and I want it back."

"It's my house, so it's my wallet."

"No it's not! It was my uncle's!" he protested.

"Oh, and was this your uncle's too?" The shiny black card was pulled out his pocket as Mr. Fowler flashed him a toothy grin. Peter's hands twitched with the need to reach out for it, but he kept his fists balled at his side. "Lying to your foster father now, huh? That was a nice little letter under your bed, too. New sugar daddy or something?"

Peter blanched, but then his face turned ghostly white. His voice was a horrified whisper. "You took my letter?"

"Under your bed? Really? You didn't even try, son!" Mr. Fowler taunted, pulling out a piece of crumpled paper and forcing it into Peter's hands. He tore it open, but the paper was so wrinkled he could barely read it anymore. "So, Tony Stark? I don't know if you sucked his dick or something, but I'm sure this card has plenty for me to use if it's connected to his account."

"What? No! That doesn't belong--"

He was cut off by a hand tugging a fistful of his hair. Peter winced but refused to let out a yelped cry even as he was dragged into Mr. Fowler's room. It wasn't much, he realized as he peered through squinted eyes at the bedroom. It was somehow grimy and tidy at the same time, with dust and dirt covering just about every corner, but his belongings were neatly lined and organized on the desk and bedside table. The only other thing that screamed about Mr. Fowler's uncleanliness was the bottles littering the floor that Peter had to fight not to trip over, made only harder as the fist let go of his hair and slapped him into the nearest wall.

"Now listen here, you little shit," Mr. Fowler started, cornering the scrambling teenager as his voice boomed so loud that surely all the kids downstairs could hear him. "I clothe you and house you and feed you, and I will not tolerate your levels of disrespect when you do nothing but run around like the little ungrateful shit you are! Anything you earn while under my roof belongs to me!"

"No it doesn't!" Peter found the courage to shout back. Mr. Fowler blinked in scowled surprise. "And you barely do any of that shit! I had these clothes before I got here, and you barely feed me! You barely feed any of the kids down there!! What the hell is wrong--"

His face stung with the slap that met it.

He grit his teeth, blinking away angry tears. It didn't hurt, it didn't hurt. He was Spider-Man. Being dropped into a lake had hurt, this was nothing. He couldn't really be hurt while he had these powers. He couldn't.

"SHUT UP!!!"

Peter cowered.

"You know nothing about what you're talking about, son," Mr. Fowler breathed, stalking forward until his face was only inches from Peter's and there was nowhere left to run. He scrunched his nose and screwed up his eyes, holding his breath against the man's stale breath as he turned his face away to stare past the man's shoulder. "Whatever you think, this is my house, and I took you in after your last foster parent got sick of your teenage horseshit. Sneaking out wasn't tolerated there, just as much as disrespect isn't tolerated here. So I think that's another strike, don't you? Or a good enough recommendation could get you to a juvenile detention center instead."

"No, please--"

The hand was in his hair again, tearing him forward with a pained wince and forcing him through the door. When Peter smacked up against the wall, he realized it wasn't the door to the hallway.

Scrambling, he swung around just in time to see the door slam shut and then click with the eerie noise of a lock, leaving Peter in the dark closet that was full of nothing but the stench of dirty clothes piled around his feet and the clinking of dusty bottles. He swallowed, wishing desperately he didn't make such stupid decisions, that he'd just kept his head down and forgotten about it and--

"Stay nice and quiet, and you'll be let out soon," Mr. Fowler called before the sound of the door clicked shut and the groaning of wood told him that the man was walking away.

And Peter was horribly alone.

 ---

  Tony glanced between the metal case sat on the table and the window displaying the New York night sky one last time before sighing and stepping off of the stool, Peter's shadow following him. He hadn't been Spider-Man all day, so Tony had no idea what could be holding him up. The kid hadn't texted at all either, though he was sure he'd at least set up the phone already.

Nervously, the billionaire tapped his fingers on the table, one of the last pieces of furniture that had yet to be packed on his floor. He'd delivered the letter himself, clearly addressed it to the kid and everything, but maybe he hadn't gotten it? Maybe it had been a little sketchy for a kid to get a letter with just initials on it and no return address. But he couldn't have gotten in trouble for anything like that, right? And Peter's foster father didn't have anything bad surrounding his name...

With a tired sigh, he asked his AI, "Anything?"

"Mr. Parker has still not entered the building."

"A few blocks out?"

"He does not appear on any security cameras." A moment. "It is past ten, sir. I do not think he is going to come."

"Keep an eye out for him, just in case." He continued to tap the table with a thoughtful hum. Just to double check. "Has the phone been activated?"

"Yes, sir. It started up this morning."

Okay, good, so he had gotten the letter.

"And the card?" he asked. His AI paused, and something hard settled in his stomach. "The card, Friday?"

"It has been in use multiple times since this morning." Tony blinked. That was something of a surprise, but he couldn't say he was disappointed. The kid looked like he could use a good meal or two. He took his jacket off, moving towards his bedroom.

"Great. Glad it's being put to use."

"Three hundred dollars have been spent on alcoholic beverages."

Tony froze where he stood, suspended in a feeling he couldn't even describe. Disappointment? Terror? Hurt? He stared down at the curly-haired shadow, eyes narrowing as he gaped at it. He hadn't exactly pegged the kid as someone who would buy boatloads of drinks, and he didn't even know if a fake ID would work for the kid. He looked all of twelve.

"Cut off the card until the next time I talk to him."

"Yes, sir."

"And track his phone. Where the hell is he right now?"

"His phone's location relays that he is in his foster home."

And that was that he supposed. The kid couldn't buy anymore alcohol and there wasn't anything Tony could do without talking to him directly.

Tony stepped into his bedroom, slipped into some old pajamas, and flopped onto bed with a twist in his gut. Something just felt wrong, and it was more than the kid buying alcohol that likely would barely affect him anyway.

His mind racing, Tony turned restlessly under the covers as the lights shut off around him. Peter's shadow disappeared, the room going with it, and when Tony blinked again, he found himself in complete darkness only broken by the shifting of clothes, the clink of bottles, and the sniffles of someone coming off of a breakdown.

He blinked back awake, sitting up and reaching for his phone. He scrolled through it until he found Peter's number and hit call. It rang. And rang. And rang.

"Hi, you've reached the voicemail of Peter Parker! I'm busy right now, I guess, so call me later, and yeah! Have a good day! Oh! And leave your message after the beep! BEEEP!!"

Tony didn't know whether to laugh or not.

Ch 1 // Ch 2 // Ch 4 // Ch 5 // Ch 6 // Ch 7 // Ch 8

[everybodyscupoftea]

the date

pike jj x reader ft. cody and tyler

part 2: in which you begin to move on

it’s been a secret, but here’s zach :)

let me try and explain the timeline here real quick: okay so this is before the pogues come to visit, after the sick day. the timeline is a little fucked but that’s okay, we can just pretend we do not see inconsistencies :)

“Call him,” Tyler urged, nudging your leg with his foot.

“What if he says no,” you protested, “I can’t take any more rejection from men this year. Not to sound like I need men to validate me, but I’m not sure my ego can handle much more of this.”

Cody laughed, “We’ll kick his ass if he hurts your feelings.”

“I doubt you could, I’ve seen the pictures,” you scoffed.

Tyler’s jaw dropped, “Hey, I can hold my own.”

“Sure you can, scarecrow,” you teased.

He rolled his eyes, “Whatever, look, I know this guy and he’s really nice and respectful and understanding. Plus he plays baseball, I know how you feel about that.”

Raising your eyebrows, you hummed thoughtfully, “You should’ve said that immediately. I’ll call him.”

“Really?” Cody asked, “That’s all it took?”

“That’s all,” you confirmed, “now, help me come up with something to start the conversation.” -

“You can’t wear that,” Cody scoffed, looking disgusted at your outfit.

“What? Why not?”

Cody ticked reasons off on his fingers as he spoke, “First, you already had to cancel on him once because your body just shut down so the expectations and anticipation are even higher. Two, you have to really wow him because he’s only seen you looking like shit, you have to prove you’re better than that usually. And C, look good, feel good.”

You wanted to roll your eyes, but he made some pretty good arguments, “First of all, if he’s seen me only looking bad, the bar is pretty fucking low, dude.”

“Exactly, that’s why it’s so sad that you’re literally tripping over it.”

Looking down at your shorts, you crossed your arms, “Wait, what’s wrong with this outfit though?”

“No shorts,” Tyler yelled from the bathroom.

You scoffed, “Mind your business in there.”

“No, you need help.”

“Trust me, I do not need two men’s help.”

“But you do though,” Cody said, digging through your wardrobe, looking for something else.

“Dude,” you protested as he pulled out an armful’s worth of clothes.

“Options,” he told you, “I’m just trying to help.”

You sighed, “I suppose you’re right. Hit me with it.”

“Skirt,” Tyler yelled from the bathroom.

“Where are you going?” Cody asked, walking back to dig through your closet again.

“Dinner and a basketball game.”

“Oh, maybe shorts are the way to go.”

“Thank you,” you said, grabbing some clothes to put back in your closet.

“No,” Tyler interrupted, finally leaving the bathroom, “Still a skirt, but you can dress it down with a t-shirt.”

“But, shorts,” you tried to argue.

“Show off your figure, bitch,” Cody responded, shutting you down.

-

Zach picked you up from the dorms, Cody and Tyler watching you get in the car from a distance. He rolled down the window and waved at them, “See you guys around!”

“See ya, man!” Tyler yelled back.

Cody gave him a scrutinous look, “Be good!”

“No promises,” you mumbled and Zach snorted.

“Gonna be that kind of date, huh?”

Your cheeks heated, “No, I meant like, the basketball game. I get kind of into it.”

Zach pulled out onto the street and glanced over, “Hey, I was kidding, don’t stress.”

“Not stressed,” you pouted.

The restaurant he picked was one you’d surprisingly never been to and when you told him he chuckled, “You strike me as the type to have a regular.”

“I am, but I swore we tried every place near campus before establishing our regulars.”

“Well, I’m honored to show you something new.”

He parked and jogged around to open the door before you could get out. It was, unusual, but you weren’t complaining. Zach walked slightly behind you, hand hovering near your back as if he wasn’t sure whether he could touch you or not.

You paused and he walked into you, hand brushing against you, and cleared his throat, “Fuck, sorry.”

“You can touch me, you know?”

Zach blushed, “Well, I didn’t want to assume.”

“That’s very sweet, but I think we’re past the point of casual touches after you spent an entire day taking care of me. And, technically, we’re dating.”

“Well, we agreed it was the fever talking and we’d actually go on a date before making that decision.”

“I’m a modern woman,” you waved his words away, “caution to the wind.”

Zach laughed and held the restaurant’s door open for you, “Fair enough. Takes a lot of pressure off for tonight.”

“Were you nervous?” you teased.

“Well, yeah. You’re so pretty and funny and smart, and I want to impress you.”

Your jaw dropped and your ears felt hot, “I,” you cleared your throat, “well, thank you. Consider me impressed,”

“Good,” Zach smiled, picking up the menu the hostess had sat in front of him. He flipped through it and nudged your foot with his, “By the way, the meatball subs here fucking slap.”

“Oh yeah?”

“If I remember correctly, you told me once that meatball subs were your go-to for testing out Italian restaurants.”

“I, yeah they are, um, when did I say that?”

“You snapped me a picture of a meatball sub from Subway one night super late when you were drunk and told me about it.”

“Right, and you just…remembered?”

“Well of course, I had to pick a place with a fire meatball sub for you. Good impression, remember?”

“Yeah, I’m starting to get the picture.”

He smiled and nudged your foot with his again, “Ready to order?”

“Guess I’m trying the meatball sub.”

When the waitress came back, Zach let you order first and then ordered his food and a bottle of wine for the table. You raised your eyebrows as she inspected his ID and told the two of you it’d be out shortly.

“I’m 20,” you told him.

“But I’m 21, and I know you drink.”

“Touché.”

“This wine is really good. Admittedly, I don’t know everything, all my knowledge is by proxy, my uncle owns a winery in Napa, but I know some.”

You nodded, fully impressed, “Good enough for me.”

Zach laughed, “Good to know.”

The wine and the sub were excellent, right on par with the company. Zach kept you laughing through the whole meal, the conversation staying alive without things getting awkward.

“Wait wait wait,” he laughed, pausing to take a sip of wine, “you’re telling me that Tyler actually went as Hermione?”

“Full wig and everything!”

“Fuck, wish I could’ve seen pictures of that.”

“Oh, I have some,” you reassured.

Zach dissolved into laughter again, taking your phone from you to scroll through. The smile dropped after a few seconds and he swiped up on a notification, locking your phone. Your heart dropped and you smiled uncertainly as he said, “Ready for dessert?”

“Yeah, I saw lava cake on the menu. Is everything okay?”

“I think so, you just got some passive aggressive texts from a JJ.”

You rolled your eyes, “What did he say?”

“Something about being a bad friend and abandoning them. I think it was supposed to sound like a joke, but that’s not the vibe it really portrayed.”

“Yeah, he’s been a real dick lately.”

Zach’s eyebrows shot up and he leaned forward, “Wanna talk about it?”

“I don’t really want to kill the mood,” you laughed humorlessly.

“You aren’t if I’m asking.”

“Well, if you want the whole truth, I kinda liked him. And then he started dating this girl Brooke, and she’s the fucking worst. She literally hates me for no reason and JJ doesn’t say anything in my defense when she treats me like shit.”

“Ah, I’m sorry to hear that. You deserve a better friend.”

“Not so sure about that, clearly karma has it out for me.”

“We’ve only known each other for a short time, but I think you’re incredible and you don’t deserve to be treated that way by a friend. Is that the guy you were telling me about, the reason you want to take things slow? Because I think I understand now.”

Your eyes filled with tears at his earnest words, “Yeah, it is, and wow, you’re actually the best.”

Zach laughed just as the waitress set the lava cake and two spoons between the two of you, “I try.”

Shortly after finishing, Zach paid and the two of you left the restaurant hand in hand. He opened the car door for you again and smiled, hand on your knee. You gave him a wobbly smile and patted his hand, “Thanks.”

“Anytime, seriously. Ready for some basketball?”

“Always.”

-

When you got back to your dorm JJ, Cody, and Tyler were all sitting on the floor outside your room, half empty bottle of flavored vodka between JJ’s fingers. His eyes were fluttering and you could tell he was gone.

Tyler smiled apologetically, “I’m so sorry. He was threatening to come here alone so we decided to come as buffers.”

You snorted, “Real mature, J. Saw you blowing up my phone while I was at dinner.”

“With who?”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I met someone.”

“We’re best friends, of course it’s my business.”

“Are we?”

You didn’t give him time to answer before going inside your dorm and letting the door slam shut between you and the boys. There was a slapping noise and Cody said, “Bro I know you’re not going to remember this tomorrow, but for fuck’s sake.”

JJ made a wounded noise, “What if he’s a dick?”

Going on your tiptoes to look through the peephole, you managed to catch Tyler’s shrug, “Dude, I’m not sure what to tell you other than that he’s a good guy.”

“Is he good enough?” JJ countered, arms crossing sloppily.

“Is Brooke good enough?” Cody asked, not even looking up from where he was kicking at the floor.

“Brooke is great,” JJ slurred defensively.

“Great at being the absolute worst,” Tyler scoffed.

You fought back a laugh and walked away from the door. JJ wasn’t going to ruin your night.

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

YIGA HUSBANDS PETPLAY WITH SOOGA WEARING A COLLAR AND LEASH-

Ya’ll just love seeing Sooga be an absolute slut, don’t ya? Aight, let’s fucking go.

Sooga wasn’t used to his new life just yet. He knew he was more important to Kohga, vs some of the other’s, but lately he started noticing changes in his life. Like not only was Sooga allowed to bathe with Kohga, not only was he allowed to help him put up his hair (it made him the envy of the clan), but he was allowed to sleep in his bed. Kohga had just gotten back from a meeting with Urbosa, and right when they got back to base, Kohga wanted to nap. Not in his usual napping spot (sometimes Kohga liked to sleep outside, mainly for the sun), but in his own bed, in his own room. And not by himself, but with Sooga. It was how Sooga ended up here, with Kohga resting right next to him. Sooga had been unable to sleep, but he didn’t mind. Watching Kohga sleep was a sight to behold, but this close? It made his heart flutter.

“You...will never know how I truly look at you. How I feel whenever you touch me.”

It was more or less something he was saying in awe. The same way you’d gasp upon seeing a building, or the same way you’d stare at a setting sun. Kohga really was beauty incarnate. Sooga allowed himself to be just a bit inappropriate, holding onto one of his Master’s hands. He looked it over in his own, and sighed dreamily. Kohga’s hands were soft, nimble, everything he had hoped they would be. Kohga was everything he wanted. A sweet, kind man, bubbling with confidence and a ‘go get it’ attitude. A man that made him smile, a man that made Sooga want to give his life for. Sooga looked over his sleeping Master, and softly chuckled. Kohga was just as beautiful on the outside. Nice, soft hair, a gorgeous, plump belly, and of course-

“Mmm...move over Sooga…”

Sooga pushed back a bit for Kohga to no longer face him, but press up against his chest. Sooga smiled under his mask, wrapping his arms around Kohga. Kohga was so soft, so warm. Like a big, loveable stuffed animal. He smelled nice, even, of bananas and mighty thistles. It was a smooth, rich smell. So much so that Sooga couldn’t help but bury his face in the other’s neck. Kohga was still out of it, but he was just awake enough to reach over, and gently rub at Sooga’s ear. The material between them was thin, so intimate touches still held their effect, more or less. Which Sooga was glad for. His touch as slow, firm, affectionate. Sooga nearly purred as Kohga’s fingers lazily rubbed and tugged at his earlobe. And if there was one thing Sooga liked, it was slow, firm. Kohga sighed, as if exhausted, before seeming to wake up, and turned to look at Sooga.

“God you’re SUCH a whore, Sooga.”

Sooga blinked. Those words snapped him out of his daydream, and he had no clue what prompted this. That is, until he looked down. Somehow, with just some tender physical affection, Sooga was half hard, pressing himself against Kohga, all without realizing it. Sooga cleared his throat, before keeping his legs shut. He wasn’t afraid to admit he was attracted to men, but he was afraid of just HOW much he was. He found men to be just beautiful, fascinating. And Kohga? Kohga was the prime example of that fascination. It made sense that his body reacted accordingly, but this still did not mean he was entitled to be some pervert.

“I apologize, Master Kohga. The mind wanders. I could go see myself out if you-”

“No no. You stay right there. You keep trying to get away from me, Sooga.”

Apparently a good nap was enough to make Kohga a little frisky, given the way he seemed to dip his hand in between his legs, and grab a fistful of his junk. Sooga stiffened (in both ways), a bit surprised. Kohga’s lewdness never ceased to amaze him, but he was flattered nonetheless. Sooga, upon a little prompting, opened his legs for Kohga, letting him slowly yet firmly palm at his ever present boner. Sooga chuckled, a bit uneasy at how this turned from cuddling, to rather frisky petting.

“I didn’t think you’d...want me to wake you up. You looked so restful, I was just going to let you nap.”

“How thoughtful of you, big guy. That’s what I like about you.”

Kohga chuckled, peeling his hand away from his crotch, and lightly strum his fingers up Sooga’s chest, right till he lightly flicked at his mask.

“And that’s EXACTLY why I got you a little present.”

“You...got me something?”

Sooga felt a warmth in his heart, and his loins. Even if the gift was perverted, it was the fact that it was from Master Kohga, that meant so much to him. Kohga grinned, and got off the bed, digging into his pile of stuff. Kohga had VERY few flaws, but one of them was the fact that he wasn’t very tidy. It took him a minute to finally find it, but when he did, he brought it over. A wrapped box, with the classic yiga charm on its front. Kohga offered it to him, and Sooga sat up, accepting it. Kohga was nearly bouncing in place, clearly excited.

“Go on! Open it, open it! I’ve been waiting for you to see it!”

Sooga un did the bow keeping it together, before he removed the lid from the box. Inside was a long black leash, and a black, studded collar, complete with a little bell, and a tag. Sooga inspected it, and saw that on one side, it read ‘Kohga’s good boy’, and on the other, it read ‘Sooga’. Kohga gave a light clap of his hands, turning over the collar, as if he was showing it off.

“It’s nice, right?! I even got it with this soft padding on the inside, so it won’t bruise your throat, even If I leave it over night-are you okay?”

Sooga suddenly found himself rather overwhelmed. He found himself covering his mouth, and his other hand hugging his frame. Kohga looking genuinely worried honestly only made it worse. Sooga took a minute to breathe, before nodding.

“I’m fine, s-sorry. I just, am honestly quite touched, Master Kohga. You honor me.”

“Sooga it’s a sex collar, you act like I got you a wedding wing.”

Kohga sighed, before grabbing a hold of Sooga’s chin.

“It’s so cute how easy you are to fluster, Sooga. You wanna take a breather, or you just wanna be a big bab-”

“No. Please. I would VERY much like to continue. I want to earn my title.”

Kohga was so kind to him. So generous and sweet. He wanted to make him feel good, or feel good FOR him-whatever he wanted. Kohga chuckled, making Sooga lift his head up, and carefully strapped the collar to his throat. Kohga was careful, clearly wanting to make sure it was nice and snug. Kohga pulled away after he finished tightening the last strap.

“Too tight?”

“It’s perfect, Master Kohga. Much like you.”

“Flattery gets you everywhere, Sooga.”

The tone in his Master’s voice, the snugness of the collar, even the ‘click’ sound of him clipping on the leather leash, made every hair on his body stand on end. Kohga wrapped the handle around his wrist, making sure he had a good grip, before giving it a bit of a tug.

“Hands and knees. Come to me.”

Sooga obeyed without hesitation. He moved himself along the wooden floors like a dog, right until he stopped in front of his Master. Kohga gave him a light pat on his cheek.

“Good boy. You ready for your treat now?”

“You’re quite giving today, Master Kohga.”

“Eh, you’re cute, kinda can’t help myself.”

Kohga freed his cock from his clothing confines, and Sooga didn’t need to be told twice. He pushed his mask up, just a bit, and pushed it past his lips, slowly pushing his head back and forth, groaning as he suckled on his thick gerth. He stopped only for a moment as Kohga gave a firm tug at his leash. It tightened around his neck, making him feel choked for just a moment. They weren’t as good as Kohga’s hands, but he still appreciated that wonderful sensation.

“More teeth, Sooga. And grope yourself during, I want you nice and hard for me.”

Sooga did as he was told. He palmed and groped firmly at his own bulge, lightly squeezing both his dick, and his balls. All while he sloppily slurped and groaned around his Master’s thickness. Sooga’s mind drifted off, enjoying the feel of his mouth being so full, the feel of Kohga’s gaze falling so heavily on him. It was as if he was going through some kind of test, and Sooga was more than willing to prove himself. However, just when he tasted those yummy beads of precum, Kohga yanked him away, making him whine pitifully. Kohga fondled his hair for a moment, almost affectionately.

“You’ve been SO good, Sooga. You know what this means?”

“I...I get to continue?”

“It means you get another treat. On the bed, all fours, facing the wall. Chop chop!”

Kohga guided him to the bed, making him crawl the entire way. Sooga had no idea it was difficult to walk with such a throbbing pain, but he would not disappoint his Master. Kohga grabbed a fistful of his ass, and Sooga’s surprised yelp made him chuckle.

“You are JUMPY. You have no idea what’s going on, and that makes you so tense. Easy, relax those big, tense muscles of yours.”

Sooga couldn’t help but melt as Kohga’s free hand wandered his frame. Up his arms, down his back, alongside his thighs. It was as if he was being inspected and judged, like some prized pooch. And Sooga adored it. Kohga dug into one of his drawers, before grabbing what looked to be some kind of bottle, before making his way back to the bed. Sooga felt his mouth get sticky, before he finally found his voice.

“M-Master Kohga, I hate to speak out of turn, but may I inquire what’s exactly are we-”

Suddenly his bottom part of his uniform was off, revealing his bare ass. Sooga’s fingers gripped on the sheets, and he felt Kohga grab a big, firm fistful of one of his cheeks.

“Here’s the deal. You can moan, you can whimper, you can beg, and you can tell me how good it feels. Otherwise, you can zip those pretty lips, and let me play with you.”

Sooga opened his mouth to respond, before falling silent. If Kohga requested his silence, then silence he shall have. Kohga proceeded to pour what he assumed was oil, right on Sooga’s ass. Sooga nearly flopped on the bed, feeling it’s warmth, before he suddenly felt Kohga give him a good, nice tug on his leash.

“Ah ah ah. Ass stays there. You’re a big boy, you can keep yourself up. Try that shit again.”

Oh did that send a shudder up poor Sooga’s spine. The domination of his voice, his firm, challenging tone. Sooga nodded quickly, thankful he had enough arm strength to keep himself upright. Kohga’s hand roamed across his oiled ass, firmly and skillfully, and Sooga could tell his cheeks were on fire. Thankfully he could keep his mask on, Master Kohga didn’t deserve to see his face so flushed. Kohga then used two fingers, and carefully slid them between his asscheeks. He tempted his virgin hole with his oiled, trained fingers, making Sooga tremble every time he thought they would enter him.

“M-master Kohga, please!”

“What? What is it, my pretty boy? You wanna feel my fingers in your ass? Is that it? Say it.”

Sooga mentally swore. The things Kohga made him say, JUST to make him feel good. He swallowed, now noticing just how much he had been drooling.

“I...please, Master Kohga. I’d love to feel you inside of me, just for a moment.”

That was when Kohga finally decided to let him have it. His slick fingers dipped inside of him, slowly pushing them in and out. Sooga never knew a man this intimately, and Kohga was treating him accordingly; delicately and carefully. It helped that his throbbing cock and his tightened collar made his mind foggy during. It was almost relaxing in a way. That is, until Kohga’s fingers suddenly hit something. Hit something that made him nearly jump out of the damn bed. Hell, Kohga had to keep the leashed hand on his back. After making sure he stayed still, Kohga laughed.

“Wow, NO ONES touched you there before, have they?”

“W-what was-”

“It’s what I was looking for. That perfect sweet spot.”

Sooga buried his face in his hands as Kohga’s fingers started to slowly toy with that spot. It made his frame shake, it made his balls ache, even made his toes curl. Then Kohga decided to torture him. His fingers pumped into him, going against just that spot, making Sooga just absolutely weak. He was whining, whimpering, and pleading for Kohga to keep going, faster and faster. He knew he was drooling, knew he was dribbling precum all over Master Kohga’s sheets. But he couldnt help it. No one had touched him before, let alone someone of Master Kohga’s status. Kohga chuckled,

“Aw, no one’s touched you like this before. Look at you, completely losing it. All because I have my fingers right up against that sweet, sweet little spot. I can’t imagine what it’d gonna be like when I first get my cock all up in there-”

“Can it be now? Please?”

Kohga halted. He clearly wasn’t expecting it, and neither was Sooga, but it was too late for him to stop.

“Please, please, please! Master Kohga, I’ve w-wanted nothing more than to be yours! Please, I’ll do anything! I’ll give you my heart on a platter! Just PLEASE be inside of me, just once!”

Sooga always pictured the naughty things they’d do. The blowjobs, the dry humping- but none of that held a candle to what he ultimately wanted. For Kohga to be inside of him. To feel Kohga’s thick cock stretch his ass, to feel his head bump into his prostate, to feel his cum burrow itself deep inside of him. Maybe it was pity. Maybe it was lust. But either way, Kohga finally gave him what he wanted, and pushed his pe cum covered cock right into his ass. Next thing he knew, Kohga’s hips were slamming against his, and his cock was slamming right against his poor, vulnerable prostate. Kohga leaned over him, pushing the lubed fingers right into Sooga’s drooling panting mouth. Kohga’s breath was husky in his ear, and it somehow only made Sooga fall even more in love with him.

“You’re SUCH a whore, Sooga. Whenever I wanna fuck you, you just let me. I stuff my cock in your mouth, you wanna drink my cum. I shove my fingers in your ass, you wanna feel my dick. How’s it feel, huh? Knowing you’re SO hungry for my cock? What if the clan knew? What if everyone knew you liked getting FUCKED by me? What if everyone knew you were such a dirty, dirty boy, Sooga?”

Sooga’s ass was getting destroyed, but he didn’t care. Didn’t care that his ass was getting stretched by his thickness, didn’t care that he was crying out like he was being attacked. All he cared about, was the throbbing cock inside of him, of the smaller man on his beck, making him suckle his fingers like a good, good boy. Then Kohga yanked on the leash as hard as he could, before muttering those three magic words.

“I love you.”

And that was enough. WIth a pathetic whine, Sooga came, leaving a puddle of cum right underneath him. It felt good, not just cumming, but Kohga watching him do so. This was a sight for Kohga, and for Kohga alone.

“Good boy, my handsome little Sooga. Now, on your back for me, mouth wide open.”

Kohga pulled himself out of him, and despite the aches in Sooga’s body, he obeyed, turning around and getting on his back. Kohga sat himself right on his chest, and pumped his cock right in front of Sooga. His hand always pumped himself so quickly, so assertively, it was fascinating for Sooga to watch. But what was even better, was watching him cum. The way he grumbled, the way it spread across his chest. Sooga even held his tits together, wanting to capture all of it. It ended up on his tits, on his mask, and some even made his way to his mouth. He waited until Kohga was completely finished, before swallowing. Not just what ended up in his mouth, but what was on his chest, what ended up on his fingers; there wasn’t a bit of cum that he didn’t eagerly lick up. He was forced to stop after a moment, Kohga giving his leash a good, hard yank, and DAMN did it feel good.

“You’re an EAGER pup, Sooga. It’s what I love about you. You sated now?”

“Master Kohga, that implies I’ve had enough of you. That’s impossible-!”

Yet another tug, forcing Sooga into blissful silence. Kohga leaned his face down, till his mask clunked against his.

“Keep sweet talkin’ me, big boy, I might just let you take the reins. Just once.”

Sooga’s heart fluttered. He was a lovesick fool, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[stargleam-star]

Time to talk about Leopardstar's Honor. Spoilers below! Also I share my controversial opinion so be aware of that too. Strap in folks, this is gonna be a long post.

Alright I am gonna start this shit off by confessing: I am not a Leopardstar fan. Like at all. But I was hoping her super edition would change my mind. It worked with Crowfeather's. So I thought "finally, I'll get to understand why everyone loves Leopardstar so much". But this book didn't change my opinion of her at all. In fact it might've made it worse. However, I do think at the very least Leopardstar was written dynamically. She's complex in that she wants what's best for the clan, but does the worst things possible and winds up getting clanmates killed as a result. Her personality sucks, but that's completely my opinion. I don't like people who think and act like she does. The whole book she was like "I'm special uwu" which is annoying. But that doesn't make her a bad character.

Beyond the characterization of Leopardstar, I think the world around her felt a little bland. Especially in compare to how it was described in Crookedstar's Promise. In that book I felt like I was actually walking through Riverclan territory with Crookedjaw. But in this super edition I felt confused at times.

Now to rant about my biggest disappointment with the book: Leopardstar's relationship with other characters. Once again the erins decided to treat foster siblings like they aren't actually family. I kinda liked that Skykit was a little shit towards Leopardkit in the beginning, but I hoped they'd grow to be close. They didn't. In fact Leopardfur barely mentions her foster siblings once she's an older apprentice then warrior, except to refer to them as clanmates. Also Frogleap was Silverstream's foster brother, yet the erins write him as having a crush on her?? Gross. I have a lot more thoughts related to Silverstream, but more on that later.

As for Frogleap, I liked him. He was charming and nice. I was constantly rooting for him to have a good life. I don't like that Leopardfur was in love with him though, it felt forced. But the erins gotta throw in an unnecessary romance somewhere so *shrug*. I liked Leopardfur's relationship with Sunfish though, I thought that was fun. Sunfish was sweet and was a good choice to be the opposite of Leopardfur. They balanced each other out. I was sad when she died. I have no feelings on Whiteclaw though tbh

I didn't like how Mudfur was portrayed in this book. I understand Leopardfur is an unreliable narrator so his behavior seems shitty on purpose. But beyond that, he just comes off as bad. He spoiled his daughter rotten from a young age, constantly telling her how special she is (which fuels her self righteousness) then when she grows up to be greedy and hot headed, he treats her like she shouldn't believe she's more special than anybody else. Like dude you created this monster, and now you're gonna do a full 180 and claim its her fault she's such a brat? Cmon dude

Next, a Silverstream rant. I really wanted Leopardfur to have more of a connection to her. They were both born under the same circumstances (mother wasn't well, and died after giving birth). Theyre both the sole survivors of their litter. Also, they were both born to an important cat in th clan, and spoiled when they were young. And so I thought, maybe Leopardfur would form a fondness for Silverstream because of all this. They could have been written as opposite sides of the same coin. Leopardfur grew up to be ambitious and greedy. She wanted to rule her clan. Silverstream also grew up greedy, but wanted to find happiness with her mate ratherthan her clan. It would have been interesting to see how Leopardfur would handle a cat who was almost just like her. But no, we don't get any of that. Instead somehow Leopardfur finds out Silverstream is dating Graystripe. So the only interaction these two ladies have is over Silverstream's stupid teenage romance. Then Leopardfur has bitter thoughts about Silverstream's kits their entire lives. "Oh I should have looked out for Silverstream more" *proceeds to treat her surviving children like crap because their dad was born someplace else*

I wanna talk about another bit of wasted character relationship potential. Leopardfur's connection to Mistyfoot and Stonefur. Is nonexistent. We hardly get any interaction between those three until Leopardfur is close to becoming leader. Then we start seeing more of Stonefur and just a little bit of Mistyfoot. But barely. It feels as though Leopardstar picks Stonefur outta nowhere, especially when she has deeper connections with other, more experienced cats. Like Beetlenose, and her foster siblings Skyheart and Blackclaw. Hell, even with Loudbelly! Leopardstar doesn't care about Mistyfoot until after Stonefur gets killed on her watch. It's ridiculous! It's wasted character potential. Nothing infuriates me more than wasted character potential.

I will say though, Tigerstar definitely lived up to his full potential in this book. He was cruel, manipulative, cunning, and believably deceiving. I hate Tigerstar as a person. But I love how he was written here as a character. He felt fleshed out and well rounded. And I should hope so, given he's warrior's biggest villain up until the last book of Omen of the Stars. Though I didn't like the implication Tigerstar made about being interested in being Leopardstar's mate. That was gross, just cause he sucks and that makes Tigerstar×Leopardstar canon. Way to go, erins

Finally, I want to talk about the story's writing... god it was a mess. The pacing was terrible. The first couple of chapters were long as hell. The time skipping (especially after chapter 2) could be a bit jarring. And then the later chapters felt short af. The book seemed to fly past the events of TPB rather than giving us a chance to think about and digest Leopardfur's feelings during this time period. And they retconned Oakheart's death which ruins a big plot point of the first warriors arc. There were way too many spelling and grammar errors. The book was sloppily written and you can tell the erins threw everything together as quick as possible without double checking thrir work. I understand the time limit they're given to finish books, but they really should have been more thoughrough with proofreading especially with how large of an editing team they had.

Overall this book was a disappointment. Definitely up there with the worst warriors books ever written. It was a nothing burger of a story. And its such a shame it had to happen to such a beloved character's story. Leopardstar, sweety, you deserved so much better. Im sad I couldn't become a fan. And Im sorry the erins did you so dirty 💔

[the-sunshine-dims]

birds for birthdays

okay so its logan’s birthday still for me so have this birthday fic! 

words: 1807

ao3 link

Summary: Patton, roman, Virgil, and Janus, have a plan for Logan's birthday, and their plan, Logan doesn't even consider, instead thinking they just forgot his birthday, and Remus, whos not included in the plan gives Logan a bird.

contents and warnings: miscommunications, hurt Logan, slight hurt/comfort, possible pre-intrulogical, birds, repressing emotions, being overwhelmed,

if i missed anything again please tell me its late so i wouldnt be surprised if i missed something

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Okay so patton and the others had a plan, and they were excited it was coming out how they wanted it to so far, 

distract Logan away from the commons and kitchen

Get logans gifts ready

Make sure it’s a total surprise for Logan

Of course they sadly had to exclude remus because it wasn’t an overreaction when they say he would immediately tell logan, he wouldn’t really mean to, but anything he thought about he would blurt out so sadly they had to hide it from remus too, though when Logan came down to be surprised he wasn’t gonna be excluded from that, he couldn't really ruin a surprise while the surprise is being revealed.

Patton smiled proudly at the three sides who had been getting ready in the living room, he was ecstatic he had even gotten Janus to help out.

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Logan sighed as he tried to work, he knew technically they didn’t have birthdays, but it never stopped Patton from trying to celebrate perceived birthdays and, as he had told everyone before, this was one of the perceived birthdays, logan's first appearance on vine, and while he knew stuff was honestly kind of stressing because thomas got a new boyfriend and everyone was still healing from POF,

But.. he noticed quickly that he was looking forward to the birthday, as loud as it was going to be, but then as The day progressed no one even came to his room to even tell him happy birthday.

-which was fine. But still, it hurt, he was sure this was the date Patton made a celebration last year.. but no one seemed to even notice or care.

And as he tried to focus on literally anything productive and failed he realized with dimming hope that they had forgotten.. he couldn’t blame them, of course he couldn’t, he understand how hectic everything’s been and he wasn’t as selfish as to be mad, they had more important stuff to worry about then his ‘birthday’, afterall technically while they did sometimes have days they celebrated as such they weren't born and there was no way to tell when they formed so he didn't have a true birthday.

And After all, Logan didn’t have feelings so they probably assumed he wouldn’t mind if they didn’t forget and just didn’t want to acknowledge it.

He sighed again, louder, and slammed his head against the arms that were resting on his desk, this really shouldn’t bother him this much, it was fine.

He took a moment and just gave up on working, surely they wouldn’t mind if he just.. took a small break, just a short one, to rest up and just.. get his emotions in check before he had to go out of his room to get the papers he forgot on the counter, he groaned, why had he forgotten them on the counter? That was a dumb thing to do.

He took another moment and just decided that he can take a break day, the others really couldn’t blame him for needing one since they had taken a couple after the recent video, so he just decided to hell with it and after loosening his already looser than normal tie he just stood up and went over to rest on his bed, maybe he could read a book? He had recently gotten a promising looking book, so maybe that would be a good thing to do with his time.

He didn’t know why he still seemed to be.. disappointed? Was that the emotion? After a second he decided he didn’t care, but he was still confused, why would he be affected? It was fine.

He groaned before startling as he heard a loud repetitive banging on his door, and after a moment he quickly got up and fixed his hair and tie before going to the door and opening it slightly, revealing a grinning remus with hands behind his back, which was slightly worrying knowing remus, and also confusing because if he had both his hands behind his back how did he knock- but, of course Logan wasn’t gonna be rude and instead just offered a small polite smile before asking “do you need anything?” 

Remus frowned at that, “no I don’t need anything- but! I wanted to congratulate the birthday boy~” he told him, and while there was definitely some underlying crude massage Logan didn't get he could tell Remus was trying hard to make sure it stayed underlying and wasn't blatant so he wouldn’t end up making Logan uncomfortable.

Which Logan did appreciate, he.. really didn’t think he would be able to handle a lot of crude stuff right now, which he was kinda disappointed in himself for since that was a lot of the stuff remus spouted unless remus worked 100% to make sure he didnt end up accidentally saying something like that , but regardless, he was happy at least someone knew it was his side appointed birthday, he knew it didn’t matter but still, it made him feel better and as Remus quickly brought the sloppily wrapped present from behind his back his heart dropped as a thought entered his head.

Was remus the only one who remembered?

Remus and Logan weren’t that close, they were all still getting used to each other, so the idea that Remus, who wasn’t close to Logan, was the only one who remembered his ‘birthday’ was saddening, the people who were supposed to be his friends.. they forgot, they didn’t care.

He schooled his expression and made sure remus couldn’t tell the thoughts going through his head, so he just allowed himself to smile as Remus loudly encouraged him to open up the gift, and after a moment or two he began to, he was happy if at least one person cared enough- he heard a small chirp from the box and he froze and turned to remus “..did you give me a bird?” 

Remus grinned minically and motioned for him to keep opening it, which he did and he found an adolescent crow or raven, he couldn’t tell yet, but it was definitely a bird, it was surprising it looked pretty normal- he put his finger near it and it’s face opened up like a demogorgon, okay that made since, not normal, but he smiled as he gingerly picked the thing up, it looked like it was old enough to be away from the parents which was good, after a moment he looked to remus “thank you remus.”

Remus seemed happy as he came to the conclusion that Logan indeed in fact like the gifted bird, “no problem dork!” He said happily before continuing “also if you need anything for the bird just tell me,” 

Logan nodded and after deciding screw it he just opened the door up more and went “would you wanna hang out with me and the bird for a bit?” 

Remus perked up and nodded eagerly, and Logan smiled softly before heading fully into his room and setting the box down, the chick along with it, after a second of checking Over his shoulder to make remus came in he closed the door and gathered some books from his shelf about birds, specifically ravens and crows and just birds of the like before sitting down on the floor leaning his back against his bed.

Remus happily chatted as he sat down on the bed, above his shoulder, occasionally asking Logan questions that didn’t relate at all to the topic at hand as Logan researched what the raven or crow would need, especially at this young stage.

It was maybe an hour or so later, Logan has accepted that the others had just not cared enough to remember and while it.. hurt.. he just decided it wasn’t worth it to be upset about it, after all he now had a bird to take care of and possibly a new friend, so everything was fine.

Then he heard Patton calling for him saying that someone got hurt and they needed his help and just hearing that they needed his help and someone might be hurt and on reflex he got up, quickly pulling Remus up as well before practically running down stairs because what if they were really hurt.

And then suddenly as he practically flung himself down the stairs with remus following he heard a loud “surprise!” From a bunch of voices and then there was confetti everywhere and he just froze, slowly processing everything and slowly becoming overwhelmed from the fact they hadn’t forgotten and he was wrong and also the loud sudden sounds were adding to him becoming overwhelmed.

And after a full moment of silence he realized he should respond so he just went “oh-“ and then he noticed that there were tears falling down his cheeks and he just saw everyone begin to panic and even Remus seemed extremely confused and concerned and after a moment logan just quietly goes “they didn’t forget..” to himself.

Which they seemed to of heard because he hears patton make a heartbroken noise and remus, deciding that he’s going to try and help his new friend out, just kinda goes in front of him to be in between him and the others and kind of hesitantly opens his arms, which, Logan happily collapsed into, much to remus’s surprised, no matter who it was logan wanted the support and after another silence the others approached and Logan just kind of hid away.

Causing even Janus to look sympathetic before Patton kinda just went “you.. thought we forgot?” Sadly and when Logan nodded Patton made another hurt noise “oh lo, I’m so sorry I should’ve.. I should’ve realized that not addressing it made it seem like we forgot, I’m so sorry.” Patton said genuinely.

Logan just went “it’s fine” quietly and Patton shook his head.

“No, it’s not fine, we should’ve actually made sure not to make you think we forgot, we should've made sure that you knew we care enough to remember, i should’ve.” he paused before deciding that while its good to admit mistakes it wouldn't make the birthday any better so after a second he continued “so what about this, let’s watch a movie, whichever movie you want, and it’ll be quieter and we can give you our gifts, hows that sound?” Patton asked, his tone a tad hopeful.

Logan nodded, pulling himself away from remus’s hug, though still holding on slightly to remus, having decided this was his emotional support side now, and after a second everyone walked logan to the couch where he picked out a movie and and after a bit turned off the lights for the person to come in with the cake.

And honestly now he kind of understood why he was so sad when he thought they forgot.

[honeyedblackcoffee]

Yandere Shinso x Reader

Pro Hero AU, Reader is not a pro hero shes got a regular job and didnt go to a hero school like Shinso, also the group of friends was the hardest writing bit

RF stands for Random Friend because im so bad at names. 

shinso is shooting his shot with darling hes been obsessed with since middle school. 

Warnings: Yandere, obsession, voyeur, Blow job, semi public, obsessive love

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Even in middle school you had a feeling Shinso liked you, he always watched you. You found him walking behind you in school and on the way home multiple times. You were nice enough to him, but always got a weird vibe that prevented you from hanging out or ever being close.

Your middle school friend RF thought he was weird, and his quirk suspicious. When you were young though, you secretly found it just a little flattering, and you kept your small group of friends from saying anything rude to him. Shinso noticed.

When you got to high school you and Shinso no longer went to the same place, which caused him anguish. You simply didn’t want to be a hero, you didn’t think you were cut out for it anyway. You had a simple psychokinesis quirk that was more fit for everyday use than hero work. You followed your friends to a regular high school where they pursued their dream of swimming together, you soon became their manager if only for the sake of being part of their team. Shinso thought you were close enough, he had to control his feelings for the sake of one day becoming a pro hero. He grit his teeth, and waited.

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You didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary that night. You had gone to see your old highschool swim club friends at a karaoke bar. You hated karaoke and refused to sing despite their pleading, but you were there for the drinks and gossip.

“Ah!” RF pouted, “You haven’t gotten even a little less stage shy huh Y/N?” he continued as you shook your head at him.

“Hey I told you right before we planned this I still hate karaoke.” You laughed as RF fake cried and plopped his head on your lap.

Shinso, despite not seeing you since becoming a pro, was infuriated to see you here with them.

He could clearly see through the crowd and hazy lights of the bar that your bright friend was practically hanging off you. He wouldn’t wait any longer, despite being here strictly to scout for suspicious activity related to an organized crime unit, he pulled down his mask and strode towards you.

You were feeling light and airy as your friend made fun of you from your lap. You looked over at another friend confidently singing his heart out to another bop. The light feeling from the drinks made you so content and warm, you were happy to see everyone getting along and having such a good time.

“Excuse me?” You were pulled out of your revere suddenly by a deep voice to your right. Quickly looking over you were shocked to see a familiar face. Although you couldn’t quite remember him, you blushed and wracked your brain for the answer. You felt RF get off of you and gasp quietly.

“I don’t know if you remember me…” he trailed off. You took your time looking him up and down. He certainly bulked up quite a bit. He was also towering over you from your position on the couch. He cleared his throat as another friend joined in to gape at the newcomer.  

“I think we went to middle school together? Y/N? I’m Shinso.” You didn’t think it was possible but your blush deepened. You got up instantly and in your tipsy state hugged him enthusiastically, Shinso thought he might die feeling your entire body pressed up against his. He took the short moment to deeply inhale and hug you back. You both stepped back finally, looking into each other’s eyes, memorizing the new details.

“Of course I remember you!” You spent almost five minutes just talking about how he (kinda) would walk you home from school, and you suddenly gushing about seeing him on tv during the sports festival. He became deeply flattered when you said how proud you were of him despite not knowing him at the time, he rubbed at the back of his neck bashfully.

You looked back after realizing you were completely ignoring your friends, who weren’t very happy with it. RF was pouting when you finally spun around and you apologized, introducing them to Shinso. Shinso was surprisingly calm and cool, most of your friends tried to be polite but RF was drunk and a little upset you were definitely gonna ignore him now that a cute guy™ had come into the picture.

Shinso sent a quick message to his partner to take over for him, he could afford one night to call in if it had anything to do with you. For the next while you all exchanged pleasantries and it was actually really fun, you thought Shinso had outgrown his adolescent shyness even more than you had. He said he was here with a friend, and as they were leaving, he saw you and had to come say hello.

As your friends began going up to sing again you and Shinso talked more, both of you being the odd one out that didn’t want to sing. You scooted closer wanting to hear his smooth voice as clearly as possible.  He was enamored with you, almost tucked under his arm staring up at him with wide round eyes. He offered to buy you a drink, and you instantly brightened. You turned and gave the closest friend to you the Signal you were gonna go get a drink with a guy, he smiled and gave you the thumbs up.

As he watched you bounce off with Shinso hand in hand he was a little worried, Shinso gave everyone the creeps. He trusted you though, and you obviously were beaming at Shinso like a bright light. Everyone else complained loudly when he informed them of your departure however.

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Shinso slammed your back into the wall of the bathroom and you moaned into his mouth. He was quickly losing control but kept a close eye on your reactions. He was being rough, but you were hanging tough and loving it.

You and Shinso had stood for all of 2 minutes at the bar flirting before he kissed you, and before you knew it you were following him to the bathroom and letting him lock you in.

You ran your hands up his stomach, abs, to his neck and held on as he kissed you harshly holding you close. He squeezed your arms and shoulders making you squeak, not in protest though. You slipped your hands under the bottom of his shirt feeling the toned muscles above his pants, he hissed in surprise and pulled away.

“Can I uuuhh….” Looking into his face you suddenly lost your nerve and blushed. Cocking his eyebrow he pulled you close and asked what you said.

Suddenly extremely shy, you simply tugged on his pants and started to kneel before him.

You couldn’t read his face at all, but Shinso thought he must be hallucinating. This couldn’t be real, the girl of his fantasies wanted to blow him. Tonight was such a fever dream and it wasn’t over. Suddenly as he saw you undoing his zipper and palming his bulge he felt utterly possessive. He never wanted to let this feeling go. Seeing you willingly submit under him, wanting to give him pleasure made him shiver.

When you finally pulled his cock out of his pants you took a second to rub him off, feeling the large size in your palm. He was breathing heavily, petting your head and stroking your hair. Finally you licked him base to tip and took him in your mouth.

His cock was big, you couldn’t take all of it without choking. You did your best though, you used your hands to stroke what you couldn’t reach and pet his balls. Soon he was swearing and squeezing your shoulders, pulling your hair. It felt good, you felt used almost, but you knew Shinso liked you. It was erotic, blowing an old school crush years later in a dingy bathroom. You salivated even more feeling his hands tighten around your hair. He asked if he could pull it, with his cock still in your mouth you nodded ‘yes’ enthusiastically making him moan. He started fucking your mouth, and unlike other men you were with he maintained eye contact, looking down at you like you were something so precious. Soon he was going faster and harder, you could handle it but you squeezed his leg hoping he would get the hint.

Shinso slowed down thankfully and asked if you were okay, you nodded again making him throw his head back and exclaim, “Oh fuck,” before he told you he was about to cum. Suddenly invigorated you took him as deeply as you could and relaxed your throat. Shinso moaned louder and grabbed at your cheeks, thrusting sloppily as he pumped hot cum down your throat.

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Your friends all gave you looks when you took the walk of shame back to the couch, Shinso’s arm slung around your shoulder. That night he didn’t leave your side once, your friends were slightly upset but you were lovestruck. Shinso more or less ignored the guys, solely focused on you. Petting your hair and dragging you closer, often taking you to get drinks or go out for a smoke alone.

At the end of the night you, Shinso and some of your friends smoked while the others waited for their Uber rides outside. Shinso had offered to walk you home hours ago and you had already accepted. However, RF was still upset about Shinso’s party crashing. You instantly shut RF down when he started to be a little aggressive, you planned to wait and hang with everyone for a while before the cars arrived but RF’s attitude just made you wanna leave.

After your goodbyes and promises to meet up again soon, it was you and Shinso alone walking to your place. He was mostly silent as you drunk babbled about anything you imagined. Shinso was memorizing the rout to your house, the random bits you were telling about your server job and friends. He was so happy to have you tucked under his arm, relaxed and happy. He couldn’t wait to have you again. Before he knew it you had walked him up to your complex. The two of you stayed wrapped around each other making out for a while before you pulled away and said goodnight. Shinso looked pissed for a second before his face melted into perfect neutrality. He said his goodbyes, left you with his work cards and his personal number before he let you walk inside watching until he couldn’t see you anymore.

It wasn’t hard to use his quirk on some other tenant to gain entrance to the building, and after that simple to convince the office manager to give him your room number and the spare key to your apartment, and the access code to get in the complex. He passed by your room a few times after getting the key, and passed by twice from the outside to find a good spot to look in. From his outside vantage point he could barely see into your living room where you were passed out on the couch. He got hard watching your sleeping, helpless form. He promised himself he’d have you again, and this time more fully. However he had to get back to work, he was expected back early this morning to make up for his wandering last night. Looking at his watch he smiled and pulled out his cock. He had time to look at you a little longer before he had to go back to work. As he watched you, he realized how badly he wanted to have you safe, with him, under his control always.

-fin-

Happy new Year! I hope this is good lol, i had a hard time writing for the friend group. Hope you liked it if you got to this point! Check out my other horny Shinso Stuff : 

https://honeyedblackcoffee.tumblr.com/post/189896059907/yandereshinsoxfemdarling

https://honeyedblackcoffee.tumblr.com/post/189873384967/yandereshinso-x-reader