#so frustrated by this desire to make will this perfect little boy who can never do any wrong

[reikunrei]

"we'll fix it together. okay?" and then the only time we see el fixing the diorama, she's doing it by herself while will sits at the kitchen table nudging at his breakfast

[steveseddie]

love is stored in a can of hairspray

rating: t | cw: none apply | word count: 3,189

tags: eddie munson has a crush on steve harrington, eddie munson is a sweetheart, steve has a bad hair week and eddie comes to the rescue, fluff, soft boys, first kiss, getting together

for the @steddielovemonth prompt “love is going out of your way to do something you know will make them happy” by @forgottenkanji

a/n: i'm a day late for this one but in my defense i had a wedding yesterday and it was a crazy day! enjoy!

click here to read on ao3

***

There’s a reason why Steve Harrington was dubbed “The Hair” of Hawkins.

In all the years Eddie has known Steve or known of Steve, he’s never seen him have a bad hair day.

It doesn’t matter if it’s rainy or sunny, if he’s wearing a Scoops Ahoy sailor hat or if he’s walking down the halls of Hawkins High or if he’s fighting Demobats in the Upside Down after taking a dive in Lover’s Lake, Steve Harrington’s hair always looked great. Eddie doesn’t know how he does it. Well. He kinda does ‘cause Henderson is a blabbermouth who let Steve’s secret about the Farrah Fawcett hairspray slip one time, but Eddie still doesn’t understand how Steve always makes his hair look like that. He thinks there’s got to be magic involved, a deal with the devil so that Steve’s hair never looks bad.

That is until today.

Eddie arrives at the Wheeler residence and announces himself by ringing the bell three times just to be annoying. He waits for someone to come open the door for him, and in the meantime, crouches down to tie his Converse. The door opens while Eddie is still on the floor and the first thing he sees is a pristine pair of white Nikes that he could recognize anywhere.

“Well, well, well,” he says, tightening the laces and springing to his feet. “If it isn’t my favorite guy in all of Hawkins, I didn’t know you’d be- Jesus H. Christ, dude! What happened to your hair?” He blurts out the last part when his eyes land on Steve’s head. Or the thick untidy mass where his perfect hair should be, with strands matted on his forehead above his furrowed brow.

“Fuck you, man,” Steve grumbles and crosses his arms over his chest.

Eddie feels a little bad, but his mouth-to-brain already leaves so much to be desired around Steve on a good day-

Not that Steve looks bad. Eddie is convinced that he couldn’t look bad if he tried, but right now he certainly doesn’t look like The Hair of Hawkins.

“Sorry, it’s just-” He waves vaguely at Steve’s head. “What’s up with that?”

Steve groans loudly. “A bunch of my products are sold out at every fucking store in Hawkins,” he explains for what seems to be not for the first time today. “Been meaning to drive to the next town over to get them, but I’ve been picking up so many extra shifts at Family Video that I haven’t had the time.”

Eddie nods. Steve told him he was trying to save up money to move out of his parents’ house, but it was slow going, so he started working more shifts recently to speed up the process. He’s been seeing less of Steve because of that, which Eddie hates, but he understands the urge to get out of that house.

“That sucks, man.”

Steve pouts, pink bottom lip jutting out. “Tell me about it, I look-” he gestures at his head and trails off with a huff.

“It’s not that bad,” Eddie says, but Steve raises an eyebrow at him.

“Wheeler asked if a hamster died on my head,” he deadpans.

Fucking Wheeler. He’s gonna make him regret it during tonight’s campaign.

“Please, those kids wouldn’t know a good haircut if it bit them in the ass,” Eddie says, and Steve smiles a little. “Sure, it’s- different. Not what we’re all used to, but you still look-” Handsome, hot, beautiful. “You still look good, Harrington.”

Steve’s cheeks pink up slightly. “Thanks, Munson, but I don’t feel good, I don’t know. It’s just hair and it’s stupid, but I feel off.” He groans in frustration. “Whatever, I’ll just have to wait two weeks and then-”

“Two weeks?”

“That’s when I finally get a day off.”

Eddie blows out a puff of air. “Jesus, Steve.”

“Apartments aren’t cheap, man,” Steve says with a shrug. “But I think Keith might make me manager by the end of the month. That would bump up my pay a bit, I just have to, you know, show him I can do it.”

“You got this, Stevie,” Eddie says, patting Steve’s cheek. “No one rewinds and restocks like you do.”

Steve rolls his eyes, but his lips twitch up into a smile.

“If you two are done, we have a campaign to start!” Dustin says, appearing behind Steve and giving them both an exasperated look.

They exchange one themselves at Dustin’s tone, which they agree that he still needs to get in check.

“Yeah, yeah, we’re coming,” Steve says and Eddie tries not to jump in excitement when he realizes Steve is staying instead of just dropping off the kiddos. He’s been hanging around more and more during Hellfire meetings recently, even if he still doesn’t want to play. Eddie can’t complain about the last part, he likes just having him there.

He steps inside and Steve closes the door.

Dustin stares at Steve’s head.

“Quit staring, Henderson!” Steve protests and Dustin holds his hands up in defense.

“Sorry, sorry, it’s just bad, dude.”

These fucking kids.

Eddie whacks Dustin upside the head. “Just for that, I’m making you roll with disadvantage for every attack you make tonight .”

Dustin’s eyes bulge out. “What! That’s not fair!” He protests loudly as they walk towards the basement.

Eddie suspects that Steve doesn’t know necessarily what that means, but he still gives him a grateful smile.

***

Eddie stares at the bag of hair products in his passenger seat.

He’s always been a whatever shampoo Wayne picks up from the store kind of guy, he’s never really spent money on hair products. Until now. And they’re not even for him.

He just spent a stupid amount of money on them, mostly because, even if he remembers how some of the bottles and hairspray cans Steve uses look like from using his bathroom when he stays over, he wasn’t sure which are the ones that Steve needs. So he bought a bunch of them.

In that moment, he wasn’t thinking about the money or how it might look to Steve that he knew what hair products he uses or that he drove to another town to get them. He was only thinking about Steve’s defeated look every time someone stared at his hair or commented on it, how he self-consciously tried to fix it at work every time a customer came in, how when they hung out at his house he would hide his hair under the hood of a sweater.

But now, parked in front of Steve’s house an hour before their movie night, Eddie does think about what he did- and he seriously considers leaving the bag on Steve’s doorstep and fleeing. It’s too much. It’s too ‘I have a big crush on you and I want you to be happy so bad that I drove to another town and raided the Hair and Beauty section at a store just so you can stop walking around looking like a kicked puppy’.

But at the same time, he did this so he could see Steve smile and it would be a shame to miss it. He just hopes that Steve is too distracted by having his beloved hair products that he won’t think too hard about what Eddie did, or what it might mean.

With a short prayer to whoever’s listening so that Steve doesn’t figure out his crush today and rejects him, Eddie grabs the bag and walks up the driveway.

He knocks on the door before he can talk himself out of it, and bounces from foot to foot while he waits, hiding the bag behind him.

Steve opens the door and when he sees Eddie his eyebrows shoot up in his face, disappearing behind the few hairs that hang over his forehead. Over the last week, Steve experimented with other products, and while he managed to make his hair look a little less like something died up there, it’s still not the same. “Eddie?”

“Hey, Stevie.”

He checks his watch. “You’re early. Actually no, you’re always late so being on time is early for you, you’re like, really fucking early.”

Eddie snorts. “First of all, I’m never late, I arrive precisely when I have to.” Steve rolls his eyes. “But today I’m really fucking early, as you so eloquently put it, because I had to do some shopping first and then I drove straight here. In fact, I come bearing gifts,” he says, hands shaking a little with anticipation.

Steve eyes him curiously. “For the kids?”

“For you, my King,” Eddie says, finally allowing Steve to see the bag and presenting it to him in the most dramatic way. Hinging at the waist, holding the bag over his head, the works.

“Eddie, what are you- wait, is that- oh.” Steve goes silent when realization hits and Eddie starts spiraling. He tries to make light of it. “I humbly present to you the magic potions for your characteristic luscious hair, your Majesty.”

But when he glances up at Steve through his lashes, he looks like he’s close to crying. For a moment, he worries that he fucked up- bought all the wrong hairsprays and shampoos and now Steve is mad at him-

But then Steve is grabbing Eddie’s shoulders and yanking him up for a hug where the bag ends up squished between them.

“Christ, Eddie, thank you,” he says against his shoulder, and Eddie feels a sense of accomplishment wash over him, as well as butterflies flying in his stomach from Steve holding him like this.

One of Eddie’s arms wraps around Steve’s waist. “I don’t know if I got all the right ones ‘cause I have shit memory, but I recognized some of the bottles from your bathroom and the lady at the store helped me find your famous Farrah Fawcett spray-”

He trails off when Steve squeezes him tighter. “I can’t believe you’d do this,” he murmurs, almost to himself, but Eddie hears it anyway.

“I had some shopping to do,” Eddie says casually, but it’s like Steve is squeezing the words out of him with his arms because he keeps talking. “And you’ve been walking around with your head low and those sad puppy eyes all week, and I couldn’t take it anymore.”

Steve pulls back and Eddie braces himself for Steve calling him out for overstepping or something, but instead he looks shyly at Eddie.

“I know it’s stupid like, it’s just hair and it shouldn’t matter that much, but it’s just- it’s important to me. I might not like “the Hair” thing but I am like, proud of my hair and this week I just haven’t felt like myself and people keep making comments and-” He shakes his head, a few rebellious strands falling on his forehead. “Anyway just, this means a lot, Eds, thank you.”

“Of course, Steve,” Eddie says with a smile. They stare at each other for a little too long, and Eddie starts fidgeting. “Now aren’t you happy that I got here so early? Gives you just enough time to get through your hair routine before everyone else gets here.”

Steve chuckles. “You don’t mind waiting while I fix this?” He gestures at his head, and Eddie shakes his.

“I can entertain myself just fine,” Eddie says, stepping inside when Steve sweeps his arm over the entrance.

“Okay, I’ll be back soon.”

Eddie grins. “Yeah, go doll up for me, sweetheart,” he teases and hears the way Steve’s breath catches, his eyes widening slightly and his cheeks tinting pink.

Then Steve moves in and places a quick kiss on Eddie’s cheek. “Thanks again, Eds,” he says and then he’s running upstairs.

Eddie stands there for at least ten minutes, red in the face, before he can make himself move.

***

Steve still hasn’t come downstairs by the time the doorbell rings so Eddie answers it.

Dustin is at the head of the arriving party and he raises an eyebrow at him when he sees him. “You’re on time,” he says, perplexed.

“And you’re a butthead,” Eddie replies and the other kids snigger behind Dustin. “Are you gonna come in or what?”

With an eye roll that is pure Steve, Dustin walks in followed by Wheeler, Sinclair and Max, and finally Robin and Nancy, who drove them all there.

Buckley narrows his eyes at him as she walks in. “Why are you on time?” She asks. “Unless you got here early so you and Steve could hang out alooone?” The way she says “alone” makes Eddie flush, which doesn’t help deny what she’s implying, even if it isn’t true.

Luckily, at that moment, Steve comes down the stairs and everyone’s attention turns to him.

“Dude, you got rid of the dead hamster finally!” Mike says and Max flicks him in the ear. Eddie smirks, that’s why she’s his favorite.

“He’s back!” Dustin cheers as soon as Steve’s hair is visible. Eddie smiles at the familiar look, but mostly at the way Steve smiles and holds himself, the slouch and the sad puppy eyes gone.

“There’s my handsome best friend,” Robin hoots and Nancy puts her thumb and index finger in her mouth and lets out an impressive whistle.

“Okay, okay,” Steve says, waving off their compliments and reactions as he reaches the ground floor. “Yes, the hair is back, we can move on now. There are movies to watch.”

He starts to usher them in the direction of the living room to get their movie night started now that they’re all here.

“Dude, I thought it would be two weeks before you could buy your hair things,” Lucas says, looking at Steve over his shoulder.

Steve freezes, his eyes darting to Eddie before he just shrugs at Sinclair, who probably doesn’t care that much about it because he just accepts that as a reasonable answer and follows the others to the couch.

The same can’t be said about Buckley.

“How did you get your hair products, Steve? ‘Cause I know you didn’t have them yesterday and you were working all day today.”

Their eyes meet again and Eddie gives a small shrug. They both know Buckley won’t drop it until she knows the truth.

“Eddie got them for me,” Steve says, mouth curling up in a smile that he directs at Eddie.

Buckley’s head snaps in his direction too, but she’s smirking, her eyes sparkling. “Oh did he?”

“Uh, yeah, I did.”

“You drove to another town, spent time and money on gas, and then spent more money just to get Steve his hair products?”

“Yup,” he says, popping the ‘p’, trying to be casual, but he can feel the heat on his cheeks.

“How generous of you,” she says but it sounds a lot like, ‘I see you and your big gay crush on my best friend’.

Eddie’s eyes dart to Steve. With their platonic bond it sometimes feels like they can read each other’s minds and Eddie wonders if Steve can see what she sees. He flushes brighter at the thought.

“Come on, Nance, let’s get started with the popcorn,” she says, hooking her arm with Nancy’s and dragging her away, leaving Steve and Eddie alone in the hallway.

“I’m sorry about her,” Steve says with a light chuckle. “And listen I can pay you- for the gas and for the products.”

Eddie shakes his head. “You don’t have to, I told you, they’re gifts.”

Steve ducks his head shyly and a strand of hair falls on his forehead with the movement. On impulse, Eddie reaches out to tuck it back into place. There, now Steve’s hair is perfectly styled again. He smiles. “Besides, it was worth it.”

“Oh.” Steve licks his lips a little nervously and Eddie can’t help but track the movement with his eyes. “You- you must really like my hair,” he whispers, eyes wide and expectant.

Eddie considers taking the out, making some joke about having always admired “the Hair” or something like that, but he finds that he doesn’t want to. Not with Steve looking at him like he would like hearing the truth.

So, Eddie takes a deep breath and hopes that he’s reading this right.

“I do, I really like it, but it’s not just that. You could walk around with a hamster on your head or get a buzz cut like El, and I’d still like it. I just. I like you.”

A slow grin appears on Steve’s face. “You really think I would look good with a buzz cut?”

A nervous laugh tumbles over Eddie’s lips. “Out of everything I said that’s what you-”

Steve shakes his head, cupping Eddie’s jaw with one hand and effectively shutting him up. “No, I- I like you too, Eddie.”

He sighs in relief. “Oh, thank God.”

And then, he grabs a handful of Steve’s shirt and pulls him towards him, crashing their lips together.

The moment they touch, Eddie lets out a low whine before he remembers that the kiddos are in the next room and Buckley and Wheeler could walk out of the kitchen any minute. So he tries to keep it down as he licks into Steve’s mouth, even if Steve kissing back just as passionately should be enough to drag more noises out of him.

It’s not until Eddie’s hands start moving from his shoulder to his neck on the way to his hair that Steve stops him, his fingers grabbing a hold of Eddie’s wrist and pulling away just enough to speak against Eddie’s lips.

Eddie chases after Steve’s mouth with another whine.

“Jesus,” Steve gasps. “We probably should- If this week proved anything is that out friends are overly invested in my hair so they’ll notice if you mess it up with your hands.” Eddie makes a disgruntled sound. Steve’s fingers catch one of Eddie’s curls, twirling it around it. “But if you want, after everyone leaves you can stay and I can, you know, pay you back for this.” He gestures at his hair.

Eddie’s brain must be melting out of his ears from kissing Steve because he dumbly says, “I told you that you don’t have to-” before he understands the meaning behind the words when he sees Steve’s smirk. “Oh. Yeah. I can think of a few ways you can do that.”

The way he waggles his eyebrows makes Steve giggle adorably, but before Eddie can kiss him about it, Robin pops her head out of the kitchen, making them jump.

“If you two are done giggling like teenagers, come help with the popcorn before the actual teenagers start a riot.”

“Aye, Captain Buckley,” Eddie says with a two-fingered salute. This time Steve muffles his giggle behind his hand.

With the other, he grabs hold of Eddie’s and starts dragging him to the kitchen. The whole time, Eddie feels like he’s floating.

He’s happy he made the trip, he’s happy he got Steve his hair products, he’s happy his hair are back to normal.

And he’s even more happy that he gets to mess it up later when he kisses Steve again after everyone leaves.

[silent-stories]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐑 - 𝟑

Pairing: Eddie x F!Reader

Summary: There will be a party at your house even if you didn't organize it. The only thing you can do now is invite Eddie and hope he will come.

Part 2

Friday morning, everyone at school was talking about the party you were having at your house that night. The only problem was, you'd never decided or told anyone you were going to throw a party, much less invite half the school.

You understood what was going on when a girl whose name you didn't even know told you she couldn't wait to come over to your house that night.

You knew whose fault it was.

"Since when do you like parties?" Max asked as she walked next to you towards school with her usual skateboard under her right arm and the sun's rays making her blue eyes shine.

"And I still don't like them." You answered with frustration. "I'm not the one who organized the party."

"Oh, so it's not you who organized the party at your house?" The redhead laughed.

"Max, I swear. It was Aaron, you know, the new one?" You absent-mindedly kicked a pebble in the school parking lot, wondering what you could do to fix that shitty situation that guy had put you in.

"Oh, I know who he is. Everyone seems to be talking about him lately." The redhead answered.

"I can assure you that he's not as perfect as everyone believes. He's quite an asshole, if you wanna know."

"Oh, I knew it!" She exlamed. "I never liked that guy. He looks too much like Jason."

Your gaze fell on a young boy who was looking in your direction, not far from you.

"But I think I know someone you like." You commented with a smik.

"What?" she asked before you nodded at Lucas.

Max lowered her head hiding a smile.

"What are you waiting for? Go to him."

She rolled her eyes.

"Go!" You repeated giving her a light push in a playful way.

"Okay, okay." She laughed as she put her skateboard down and stepped on it with her foot. "See you later, okay?"

"Bye!" You said as she reached Lucas.

You watched them as they walked close and laughed with each other, you wondered if you and Eddie were something like that too. They were cute.

But now you had to suppress all your desire to kill Aaron and try to have a conversation with him.

"Aaron!" You called to him in the school corridor perhaps a little too loudly, causing some heads to turn in your direction, as you recognized his blonde hair from afar, talking to a fourth year girl.

You grabbed him by the arm, turning him towards you.

As usual, he flashed you the sparkling smile that you so wanted to punch right then.

"What the hell did you do?" You blurted out, clutching your bag in your hands.

"I don't know what you're talking about, honey."

Breathe, Y/N. Breathe.

"First, don't call me that. Second, you told everyone there's going to be a party at my fucking house."

He rolled his eyes, as if it wasn't even his fault.

"I just told a few friends that there was a chance there was a party at your house. And my friends told their friends. And their friends-"

"I get the point." You cut him off. "But I told you I didn't want to."

"And I told you it would be fun. Really, I didn't want to make everyone think there was actually going to be a party. It was just an idea."

"Well, thanks to your great idea, half the school will be at my house tonight."

"I'm sorry okay? I just-"

At that moment you glimpsed Eddie at the end of the hallway, wearing a black sabbath shirt, ripped jeans and making his way through the sea of ​​students.

You liked the way your eyes always managed to find him despite the hundreds of students who went through the hallways of the school every day.

"I gotta go." You suddenly said even if you stopped listening to his words a few minutes before and you walked away from him while he was still talking.

"Hey, wait!"

You've had enough of him for all day.

Eddie saw you talking to Aaron and he couldn't hide from himself that every time he saw you with him he felt a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach and every time he tried to convince himself it wasn't jealousy.

It couldn't be, you weren't his. You never were and you never would be.

Yet every time you shyly smiled at him in the hallway, tou almost made Eddie believe he might have a chance with you, that things really could have worked out between you despite everything.

Despite the looks and despite what others thought of him.

Even if you weren't his, Eddie was definitely yours. And maybe it always would be.

Maybe he was from the first time he'd seen you outside of school talking to Robin, when he still didn't know your name. Or maybe he was even earlier, since Dustin had mentioned you while they were getting ready for a campaign and he mentioned his ex-babysitter who for three years had helped him and his friends come up with backstories for their characters and also draw them.

"Man, she was doing it because your mom was paying her." Eddie had commented at the time.

"Oh no. It's not just for that, trust me. You should meet her, you'd love her." He had answered.

He didn't know yet that he really would. Maybe even too much.

"Hi." Your voice brought him back to reality, he hadn't even seen you reach him and now you were walking beside him, occasionally brushing your shoulder against his.

"Hey." He smiled. "You have history now, right?"

"Yes. And you too, this time you won't skip it."

"Hey! I don't skip classes!"

At least he didn't do it anymore with history, it was the only class he was glad to be in, just because you were there too.

"Yeah, sure." You chuckled as you moved a little to the left to let a freshman pass.

"I heard there's going to be a party at your house. I didn't think you liked parties." Eddie said as you walked to your classroom.

He had heard people talking about your party too and was surprised because he remembered that when you had told him that you would rather stay at home and watch a movie on the couch than go out.

"Please, not you too." You sighed.

"What?"

"I didn't organize the party."

Eddie raised his eyebrows.

"Aaron told everyone even though I said I didn't want to and now it looks like half of school will be at my house tonight."

Eddie placed a hand on your shoulder softly pushing you aside to prevent you from colliding with a guy who was running down the hall despite the hundreds of signs saying not to.

The gesture was so natural that he almost didn't realize he had done it.

"You know, I don't like that guy." It was the first time he said it out loud to you.

"Yeah, me neither."

Eddie was surprised. Didn't you like Aaron? He even thought there was something going on between you two. Was it possible that he misinterpreted it?

"So, will you come?"

"What?"

"I asked you if you will come to the party."

"I'm not one for parties."

"Well, luckily for you, neither am I."

Eddie chuckled, shaking his head.

"Eddie, please. There's going to be a lot of people I hate and that I don't even know. At least if you come there will be someone I really like."

You said you liked Eddie with such spontaneity and simplicity that he wanted to hear you say it a hundred more times.

"I don't know." He said finally, as you crossed the threshold of the classroom.

He didn't want to disappoint you but he couldn't come.

It was kind of weird being invited to a party after years of no one ever doing it but it was nice to know that you cared enough about him to ask him to come. Thinking about it, maybe kids had stopped hanging out with him when he was in about second grade, when they found out his father was involved in illegal activities.

But he really couldn't and he was sorry. He was sorry because you were the best part of his day and he wanted to hang out with you and spend every single free moment outside of school with you.

But with you. Only with you. Not with everyone else in the school, who would watch and judge and laugh at him when he showed up at an event like a party of a girl like you.

Eddie watched you in amazement as you took the seat next to him in class, it was the first time you'd done so since you'd been late that day.

"Please?" You asked again, Eddie could hear the hope in your voice and his heart ached because he really wanted to, but he knew someone like him couldn't come.

"I'll think about it, okay?" He hated himself for that.

You smiled. "Okay."

I'm sorry. I won't come. I know I won't come. Don't hate me, please. Everyone already hates me. Don't hate me too.

The teacher started talking and Eddie found history rather boring like all the other times, he was spinning a pencil he rarely used for taking notes between his fingers when you handed him a folded note.

He looked at you questioningly and you glanced at the note, as if telling him to open it.

When Eddie did it he nearly burst out laughing.

It was a stylized drawing, done entirely with a blue pen, much uglier than what you were capable of making: on one side there were you two, Eddie immediately recognized the stikman who represented him thanks to the bush of curly hair you had drawn on his head and the one next to him was definitely you.

Your arms were linked and Eddie thought that meant you were holding hands, but he couldn't be sure.

You were both smiling, unlike the others on the opposite side of the page, drawn with no hair and no clothes, with angry expressions and smoke billowing from their non-existent ears.

Eddie was betting that Jason and Aaron were among them, but since they were all the same, he couldn't tell for sure which was who.

Eddie stifled another laugh. It wasn't one of the prettiest drawings you had done but it was definitely the funniest.

"What the hell is that?" He asked in a whisper, a huge grin on his face.

"It's us at the party having fun and not giving a shit about Aaron and the other assholes that will be there."

Eddie's gaze returned to the drawing. It would have been nice to turn that into reality.

"Because you are coming, right?" You asked again.

Eddie looked you in the eye and fuck, it was really hard to say no looking into your eyes.

"Maybe." He finally said.

"Okay. Maybe."

You haven't spoken the entire lesson. When the bell rang you had to run away because you had a test you couldn't be late for, so you didn't see Eddie carefully fold the paper you handed him and close it in the middle of a book.

It would probably be one of the few things he would keep for his entire life.

Part 4

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avatar headcannons:

how many kids does he want?

neteyam x reader, lo'ak x reader, ao'nung x reader (gn!)

neteyam:

the most out of any other on this list, coming in with wanting five.

in the words of quaritch- "a whole litter."

just like his sa'nu and sempu, neteyam wants a big family, full of little ones.

lo'ak:

loves every single second of fatherhood.

whittles toys for his little ones, especially ones he remembers he or his siblings playing with growing up.

little wooden ikran, toruk, 'angtsìk- and ilu and tulkun, too.

can hold at least four of his kids at a time. one on each hip, baby in the sling on his front, and a toddler in the wrap on his back. worried he'll drop one if he tries all five.

five kids can be overwhelming, of course, but he'll never raise his voice at them- if he really needs to yell, he leaves the kelku for a minute to let out his frustration.

insists on braiding their hair himself. he loves to do it.

makes him feel more connected to his little one, twisting and braiding their hair as gently and carefully as he can.

most parents hate their kids crawling into bed with them. with all the limbs kicking and pressing into you all night, who can blame them?

but neteyam can barely sleep without an uncomfortable leg pressing into his back, anymore. it's how he knows all his little ones are here, all safe.

contrary to the some of the other headcannons i've seen on this site, i believe lo'ak would only like two children.

ao'nung:

he just wants a small, loving little family.

he decided on two for a reason, too.

lo'ak would have been perfectly fine with just one, but then he thought about it more.

lo'ak grew up with four others- his siblings, his best friends.

he wanted that for his little, too.

becomes so calm, so easy-going and soft around his children.

lo'ak can obviously be reckless- but when he's with his babies, he's calm. his focus is only on them.

his favorite part of fatherhood is play time. any game his kids want to play, he wants to play with them.

they want to pretend they're riding an ikran? climb on! they want to play in the water? look out, daddy's splashing!

always makes sure both of them are included in the game, too.

no one will be outcast in this family.

he honestly doesn't think about things like that. he would take a moment to think about it, deciding on three at the most.

it seems like a good number to him.

it's the number of kids his parents had, too, so that might be why he's so comfortable with it.

he definitely thinks four would be too many, but three? it just sounds perfect.

he's one of those dads that pretends to be all tough around others, but behind closed doors- he's absolutely melted.

bonus!

this man spoils them. and i mean that.

ao'nung is a fierce leader- strong and proud.

but if his little one were to tug on his clothes and ask for something? it's over. he's crumbled, gone, off to spoil his baby and give them anything they want.

i'm talking dessert before dinner, letting them stay up late playing, anything their little hearts desire.

also... he'd have all girls. he never specifically wanted a boy or girl, and obviously its not something you choose, but something about his genes, man. i'm telling you: three little daddy's girls.

spider:

one.

spider doesn't think he'd be a good father.

but there's still this want pushed to the back of his head- to one day have a baby of his own.

spider thinks he'd be a horrible father.

in reality, if spider ever ended up with a little one...

they'd be the most loved baby on that moon.

probably wouldn't put them down their whole infancy, preferring to have them curled up against his chest at all times.

he wouldn't spoil them- he's raise his little one to be independent, strong, their own person.

but he would also show them that they were loved unconditionally.

that no matter what- their father would always love them. always.

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How good are the ft2 mercs at baking and cooking respectively

TF2 Mercs Cooking And Baking Skills!

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Oh boy, you've asked a guy who loves to cook a bake, prepare for a ramble.

Moot appreciation: Thank you for your asks! I've had fun with the prompts you've sent it. Also, I love your blog!

Also, oops, a little Spy angst fell in, who would have guessed.

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Demo- I'm gonna go out on a limb and say most people think he can't cook. Wrong! He can cook. Just uh, unique dishes. This man has made haggis for the other mercs, Scout whole heartedly thought Demo was trying to kill them. (Little off topic but, did you guys know deep-fried Mars bars are a Scottish thing)? But in general he can cook, and cook well, it just depends on if what he's cooking is something your willing to try.

I don't think this man can bake, but that won't stop him from trying! He tries to learn, but always gets frustrated when things don't work. Like the cupcakes have been in the oven for well over two hours and are still not cooked? This man is pissed. But what he lacks in an ability to bake, he makes up for by being amazing at decorating cakes and cupcakes somehow? Like he can't bake a cupcake to save his life, but you bet your ass he can turn it into one of the prettiest things with a bag of frosting and sprinkles.

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Engie- This man is so good at cooking its not even funny. Like the he cooks for everyone one night and everyone begs him to cook at least once a month. Sure, is it the healthiest food? Not really. But it is good food! And for the mercs that's all they really care about some days.

I'm gonna be honest, he'd be a really good baker, but has never had any desire to. Never felt the need to. He'd rather just buy whatever he wants or needs. He can, however be convinced to bake, but even then he's indifferent to it. He thinks it's a fine enough hobby but would never find enthralled with it. Is always very proud of his work in either cooking or baking though!

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Heavy- He can cook! And really likes to do it too. He loves making traditional Russian food. Loves being able to share his culture through something so simple. Likes making anything really. Finds cooking to be relaxing. As long as he can be left alone while doing so.

He can bake too, he just choses not to. It's very precise, one wrong measurement and it's all going to hell. He'd love to bake, but at the end of the day I think it would stress him out more than it would calm him down, or more than it would be worth it for the final product.

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Medic- This is such a toss up for me. I want to say he can cook, and cook well. But the other part of me thinks that he'd be way too giddy to use cooking the team dinner to run a test or two. (What am I talking about he put fertility hormones in someone's rations, he'd take any chance to do it (lovingly)! To the other mercs). I guess I'll say he can cook, but be weary of what he's feeding you at any given time. Also I think if he's not in a testing mood he gets all happy at the idea of cooking traditional food as well.

Due to the fact that, may or may not be up to no good when cooking! The mercs are not super keen on letting him into the kitchen. But if Medic manages to convince (threaten) them into trusting him enough to bake, he's insanely good at it! Baking is a science, and he's incredibly good at getting measurements to be perfect. Plus even if he's not using baking or cooking as an excuse to run some tests on his teammates, it's still an experiment in it's own right. So he genuinely enjoys baking and cooking.

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Scout- You really think his mom would let him leave the house without knowing to cook? Sure, he's probably his mom's favorite, and the youngest child, so you'd think he'd be spoiled, but nope! His mom taught him from a young age the importance of having cooking as a skill, and now he loves it. He cooks when he's homesick, it reminds him of his mom, he looks at it as a connection with one another.

Same thing with baking, but I think he likes baking a bit more than cooking due to the presence of a shit ton of sugar. You'd also think this man would be chill in the kitchen. Absolutely not. He hates having other people in the kitchen when he's busy. He finds them to be distracting. Also, he's super cautious when people ask to try what he's baking specifically. He doesn't want someone to get E. Coli, because of the raw flour in the raw cookie dough. All in all, though, when he's alone (or with Pyro if they decide to join Scout). Then he's genuinely enjoying both baking and cooking.

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Sniper- Mr. Runs off instant ramen and fairy bread. Has the basic skills. He could make rice, grilled cheese, and fried eggs if need be. But for the most part, he can't cook. He has a stove in his van, and it has never been used other than to boil water. He could learn how to cook if he was really persuaded by a certain team member, but it would take a lot, and it would take a long time to learn how to cook a decent meal.

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Spy- Can cook, he has before. It was a life skill just like any other. I got pretty good at it. He can still make decently elaborate dishes, but he's not a fan of it. He doesn't really like cooking. He never had anyone to share his food with. He always wanted someone to share food with, someone to cook with. Was always too scared for said person to actually stick around, said person couldn't stick around.

He's never tried to bake, and I don't think he'd enjoy it. He'd complain about how messy it is. He'd be fine with the having to be careful and precise part. Hell He'd even be good at decorating and just baking in general. But he just wouldn't like doing it.

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Soldier- This man can't so much as cook as he can grill. It's super weird, he'll make the most normal american food and it's like really good? Like he'll make steaks, hamburgers, and hot dogs for a 4th of July party and it's the best shit you've ever had. Ask this man to fry an egg and all hell breaks loose. He is only allowed to man the grill from now on.

Do not ask this man to bake, please, please don't. He cooks with cartoon logic. The recipe calls for three eggs? He drops in three fully-shelled eggs. A stick of butter? The wrapper is still on. And the scariest part is whatever he's baking always comes out looking, edible? Cartoonish? Like straight up looks like someone drew it into existence. For the sake of everyone's mental health, they don't let Soldier bake anymore.

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Pyro- Teach them how to flambé and they're going to have the best time of their lives. They aren't horrible at cooking but aren't a master chef either. They have tried to use their flamethrower to cook on multiple occasions, but they have been banned from being in the kitchen alone due to "inciting panic." Whatever that means. They mainly will cook with Engie, as he's the most patient when it comes to Pyro's "help." (Standing menacingly until they can be trusted to do something. They do it with love, though)!

Speaking of flambé! They love to try and convince the other mercs to let them make bananas Foster, and when they eventually wear the other mercs down and are allowed to try it, they do well! It was a one-time thing, they all got too scared to let them do it again. Now they spend a lot of time helping Scout while he bakes. Overall, they can cook and bake, but should only be allowed to under supervision.

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I hope you like this! Sorry it took me so long to write I've been exhausted all week. But it was fun to write :)

New fic tomorrow, someone asked about the mercs at Barbie, which is going to be so fun!

[villainousshakespeare]

In Praise of Tom Hiddleston and Female Directors

As a female director (albeit of Theater and not Film) I have been feeling a little frustrated once again as awards season brings no nominations for women. This led me (as many things do, lol) to thinking about my favorite Muse, Tom Hiddleston.

One of the things that I love about TH is willingness and enthusiasm to work with female directors, and on thinking about it I realized that this allyship has also benefited him as well. Case in point:

1. His first movie, Unrelated, was directed by Joanna Hogg. Now, of course all of us see Hiddles as the perfect Beautiful Boy but imagine if this movie had been directed by a man. In that case, Oakley, the handsome younger man who charms and tempts the 40 something woman, would almost certainly be cast with some young beef cake actor, or at very least had them bulk up in order to play the role. This is who male directors seem to think we desire. Instead, Hogg casts TH and boy does she sell him. Oakley is a little shit, but the way he is lit, framed, directed makes him all but irresistible. The female gaze sees all of his ethereal beauty and shares it with us.

2. Next we have my personal favorite, Henry V in The Hollow Crown. In his big leading episode, Tom is once again directed by a woman, Thea Sharrock. Again, look at how his is shot. The female gaze follows him riding in like a hero from our collective imagination in his opening shot. He is strong and dangerous, savage even at times, without ever loosing that thread of empathy that Henry struggles to clamp down. And do I even have to mention the proposal scene? Watch that and tell me it isn’t pure wish fulfillment for the majority of people who fancy men. I liked him when I watched Loki, but Hollow Crown made me fall so deep down the rabbit hole that I may never climb out again (and honestly, I’m okay with this).

3. Lastly, we come to the role that pushed him over the edge into superstardom, The Night Manager. Can there be any doubt that this miniseries was directed by a woman? The entire show was an advertisement for how gorgeous he is. Yes, there are some lovely shots of Elizabeth Debicki in various states of undress, but Pine is the major eye candy here. See him in finely tailored suits, see him astride a motorcycle, see him bathing, both in a waterfall and in a shower covered in mud, see his much lauded English countryside looking all round and pert... it just goes on and on. It is not just the visual that Susana Biers gets either. Unlike other spies of film and television, Jonathan is emotional, chivalrous, and above all intelligent. Tom nails the role and the world loved him for it.

I am not saying that male directors do not make Tom look good (hello Conrad’s arms) or play to his strengths (see the psychological beauty of Adam). I just believe there is something to be said for the qualities that female directors can bring out. 

In short (ha, sorry, this ran on looooong, lol) Tom trusts women directors more than many of his fellow actors, and I think the results are that he shows a vulnerability in his work that helps make him more than just another action star. Women have helped make him the actor he is today, and I don’t believe the fact that his last two directors were women is an accident. He said in his interview for Leading Lady Parts that he needed to work with more directors (he had worked with five at that point I believe) and he has been as good as his word. Another reason to love this man.

* I also want to make a special shout out to stage director Josey Rourke, who has the career that I want and gave us this amazing contribution:

[marblemoonstones]

vii 🌷

main masterlist

summary: seven men and how you came to date them. 

warnings: f reader, fluff, a sprinkle of angst (happy ending, don’t worry), fluffy ending, curse words

word count ~1.8k

a/n: hello! so so sorry for not writing in a hot second 😅 life’s been busy, you know? i promise i’m still working on catharsis, but i’m so excited to try writing for other stories. i apologize if this doesn’t make much sense, i’m just trying to get back into writing!

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Meeting Kim Namjoon was like fate. Who knew going to a new coffee shop would lead to encountering the adorable dimpled man? Knowledgeable in plants and caring, Namjoon is a warm blanket on a rainy day. Warm smiles and cozy conversations lead to a little bit of flirting too, if you will. Finding out he had a boyfriend, let alone six, made your heart squeeze just a bit. Oh, well, his boyfriends are lucky and you can move on.

Kim Seokjin: handsome man who just so happens to move in next door to you. Endearing and sweet, you bond after giving him some welcome cookies. He then proceeds to make you dinner and then the friendship blossoms. Jin often winks and flirts, but never so much to make you uncomfortable. Is there something there? As it turns out, no. Jin is dating someone, and you can’t help but feel a little frustrated. Why didn’t he tell you he was taken?

A little disgruntled but not completely hopeless, Min Yoongi bumps into your life. Literally. Running after his dog he trips and falls straight into your arms. Blushing and embarrassed he apologizes, soon catching his dog and coming back to talk to you. Offering to go to lunch, you accept. Many more lunch ‘dates’ follow, and soon your heart slips and falls just like Yoongi did the first time you met. But it falls flat as Yoongi explains that his cute keychain was made by his boyfriend. 

Slightly heartbroken, you motivate yourself to focus on self-care and not dating. You start taking dance classes, where you meet a cute boy who introduces himself as Jung Hoseok. Not only are his moves smooth, his flirting is also. Pushing down the desire to flirt back, you maintain a friendly relationship, mostly ignoring the winks and smooth talking. But, as it always seems, your big dumb heart gets in the way. As smooth as butter you fall for him. This time hope sprouts because even though Hobi has boyfriends (yes, multiple), he says their relationship is open and they wouldn’t mind dating a girl too. He just hopes someday he can introduce them to you. 

Park Jimin comes in one day to pick up Hobi, and that’s when you realize that all other flirting was mild compared to Jimin’s. He’s the little shit who’s always trying to ‘woo’ you. Which at first was awkward, but then Hobi explained that this was one of his boyfriends, and that Jimin would flirt with anything that breathes. To which Jimin pouted but then shrugged and agreed. Jimin’s flirty side is often present, but his soft side is even more adorable. 

With you dating two perfect men, your heart is so full but you still feel a bit empty. No, you tell yourself, you’re so lucky to have your Hobi and your Chim, don’t be ungrateful. 

Turns out your talks don’t work very well because after going bowling with some friends you meet Kim Taehyung. After offering to buy you nachos you two hit it off. You proudly explain that you’re dating two amazing men, but before you can tell him their names another stunning man comes to get ‘Tae’ as it’s his turn to bowl. A brief introduction and you find out it’s Taehyung’s boyfriend Jungkook. Watching them bowl is the most endearing thing you’ve ever seen. Once in a while Taehyung will flash a grin in your direction, making your heart zing! Oh, what those eyes do to you.

Taehyung, after only meeting up a couple times, considers you and him to be best friends. And because you’re best friends, you’re required to go with him and his hoy boyfriend Jeon Jungkook wherever he wants. Jeon Jungkook is a man infatuate with love. Love for Taehyung. Even though he may look intimidating (intimidatingly hot) with his tattoos and lip ring, Jungkook couldn’t be more of a boba ball. Watching him makes you think chivalry isn’t dead after all. You find it hard to believe that someone could love another more than Hobi and Jimin love you, but here you are. 

Hobi and Jimin are the only two dating you, and you’ve always wondered how that works with their other five boyfriends. But, when you ask, they just wave it off, saying ‘Our relationship is very open. We all trust each other and always communicate before making a move.’ Shrugging it off, you bask in their love as long as you can. Until one day they say it’s time for you to meet the rest of their boyfriends. 

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The fateful day arrives. Hobi and Jimin continue to reassure you, but you’re still immensely nervous. To make you comfortable, you all meet at their house mansion.

Twisting the door handle nervously, you step inside, flanked by Hobi and Jimin. Eyes blown wide in shock, you survey the other five men in the living room. All men whom you know. Warm Namjoon, confident Jin, intelligent Yoongi, your best friend Taehyung, and finally, Jeon fucking Jungkook. 

Taehyung is the first to run over. ‘You’re dating Hobi hyung and Jimin hyung?!’ 

Jungkook trails behind, as he always does (a lovesick puppy is the analogy you use), ‘So you’re the mysterious girl they’re dating…’

Hugging Taehyung while still in a daze, you glance around at the other men in the room. How is it possible that you never put the pieces together? Of course these men would love Namjoon so dearly, adore Jin’s confidence, make Yoongi a handmade keychain, relish Hoseok’s sunny smile, give Jimin the attention he deserves, get lost in Tae’s eyes, and baby their maknae Jungkook. 

It all makes sense now.

You see Namjoon and Jin give each other a look, Namjoon saying “Jin! Why didn’t you tell me this was the beautiful neighbor of yours?”

You blush slightly, partly because of the compliment and partly because Taehyung was currently clinging to you like an overgrown puppy. 

“Can we date you too? Pleeeeeease?” He begs cutely, not fully understanding the implications of that.

“Hey, leave her alone you rascal,” Yoongi says, trying, and failing, to pry Taehyung off of me. 

You hear a voice calling your name and you twist your head to look (Taehyung and Jungkook are now holding onto you). It’s Jimin.

“Why don’t you explain the whole thing to us?” Jimin asks, looking as confused as Hobi. 

You nod, and slowly walk over to the couch and sit, Taehyung and Jungkook on either side of you. 

“Okay, well…I’m not entirely sure how to start,” you explain sheepishly, trying to calm your pulsing heart. 

“Just explain how you somehow know all of our boyfriends,” Hobi says, also trying and failing to wrestle the maknaes off of me. 

And you do. Starting with Namjoon, you explain how you met him at a coffee shop.

“So that explains why Joon was always sneaking off! Huh, no wonder, no one drinks that much coffee except Yoongi,” Jimin says, earning a small shove from Yoongi.

You then proceeded to tell them that after finding out Namjoon was taken, you had met Jin. 

“I brought him cookies and then we started hanging out more often-“ 

Namjoon bursts out laughing.

“He didn’t even mention cookies! And that’s a surprise because he loves to cook. All he could talk about was how beautiful his new neighbor was,” Namjoon teases.

“Yah! Am I wrong? She’s almost as beautiful as me!”  Jin says indignantly. 

Heat flushes to your face yet again and you stare at the ground.

“Guys please, you’re just making her nervous. Let her finish her story,” Hobi chides.

You tell them about how you found Yoongi after Jin, a grin forming on your lips. They all start laughing as you say that Yoongi tripped while running after his dog.

“You-you tripped? While chasing Holly?” The maknaes can barely control themselves, their whole bodies shaking with laughter. 

“Look, you don’t get to be like that. I’ve seen you trip when the food arrives,” Yoongi grumbles, small dusting of pink on his cheeks.

He looks so cute, you think. Wait, what?

“Okay, okay. Let’s hear the rest of the story,” Yoongi says, trying to take the attention off of him. 

“I think I know what comes next!” Hobi says excitedly.

You feel your heart warm as you recount how you met Hobi and Jimin and then started dating both of them. The boys nod, glad to finally hear the story.

“And then I met Tae,” you say fondly, glancing to the man on your left. His eyes sparkle as you tell the story, starting with the bowling alley. 

“Now we’re besties!” Tae says, bouncing excitedly on the couch, “Since we’re already besties, I think we should date!” 

“Tae. You can’t just assume that. You have to respect her boundaries and her choices,” Jimin tries to explain. 

“I know…but please? Can we at least try it?” Tae begs, looking at me with those dark chocolate puppy eyes.

“We haven’t finished the story yet! I want to hear how you met Jungkookie,” Hobi says pointedly. 

“Fine…” Tae whines, earning a chuckle from Hobi.

You share how Tae and Jungkook were dating when you met Tae, so by default you got to know Jungkook. You often went on ‘dates’ with them, third-wheeling at its finest. 

“Okay, now we’re done,” Jin says to Tae, “And I think that we all have something we want to ask.” 

Hobi and Jimin look at each other, already seeming to know what the question was.

“Okay guys, don’t keep me in suspense. Ask me!” You say nervously, wondering if they were going to ask you to break up with Hobi and Jimin.

“Well…”  Namjoon starts, swallowing nervously.

“We were wondering if you would be interested in dating all of us,” Yoongi states matter-of-factly.

“Hyung! You didn’t have to say it that brashly,” Jungkook whispers loudly.

“Whatever, you all were going to ask it anyway. This way we get a quicker response,” Yoongi shrugs as the boys fall silent, waiting for your answer.

You can barely function at the question. Date all seven of them? You barely feel that you deserve Hobi and Jimin. 

“If you don’t want to it’s okay,” Namjoon says, trying to assure you. 

Looking at all of their faces makes your heart flip. Namjoon with his dimples (that you want to poke so badly), Jin and his perfect features, Yoongi’s gummy smile, Hobi and his heart lips that you love to kiss, Jimin’s squishy cheeks and crescent eyes, Tae’s chocolate orbs (which you swear can light up the universe), and Jungkook’s cute boba ball qualities.

You smile, having made up your mind.

“I’d love to give it a try.” 

Tae hugs you immediately, making you fall back on the couch.

And with that, you could tell that you made the right decision. 

a/n: thanks for reading! 💗

[likecastle]

Nancy tying Robin up

Hi, anon! Thanks for this prompt. I had a good time with this one. Here you go! Bondage to follow, obviously. Not super explicit sex, but definitely mature. Reference to the fact that the sex Robin and Nancy have may not always be entirely responsible.

“Are you sure it’s not too tight?” Nancy asks, and Robin sighs.

“It’s fine.”

Nancy frowns. “You’re sure? Test your wrists again for me.”

Robin half-heartedly pulls her wrists where they’re tied to the headboard. “See? They’re fine.”

This isn’t exactly how she’d been hoping this would go. When they were shopping for their new bed, she’d stopped in front of this wrought-iron bedframe and whispered to Nancy, “This would be perfect for tying me to, the next time I get on your nerves.” Nancy had whipped out her checkbook so fast it almost made Robin’s head spin, and then hustled them home so she could fuck Robin with her wrists pinned over her head, not even tied but tangled in her undershirt because neither of them could be bothered to get it all the way off. Robin had come so hard she couldn’t stop shaking for twenty minutes afterward, just thinking about the very scenario she finds herself currently in. Only it’s not so sexy now, with Nancy tense with frustration and fiddling with the knots yet again. This has none of the reckless urgency of their most thrilling sex, when desire drives Nancy to do things that, with a cooler head, she would never even consider.

And the thing is, Robin knows. She’s read all the theory, she’s been to the workshops at her local feminist bookstore. She knows that what Nancy is doing right now is the responsible thing, the loving thing. But the problem is, she’s bored. They’ve done enough laying ground rules and touching base. At this point, she’s distracted and kind of cold and tired of talking about this instead of actually doing it. She wants Nancy to hold her down and make her come until she stops thinking about anything but how good she feels.

“Hey, Nance?” Robin says. When Nancy doesn’t look up right away, she wiggles the fingers of one of her bound hands and says, “Helloooo? Earth to Nancy!”

Nancy huffs out a sigh and looks pointedly at her. “Yes?”

Robin gives Nancy her an insouciant smile. “I was just wondering if we were going to get around to having sex anytime soon?”

Nancy draws herself up indignantly. “I’m trying—”

“Because if not,” Robin cuts in, “could you hand me the phone? I was thinking about ordering a pizza, since apparently I’m going to be here for a while.”

Nancy purses her lips, her shoulders straightening into that combative set Robin knows so well. “If you’re not going to take this seriously, I’ll untie you and we can stop right now.”

“Oh, I’m taking this very seriously,” Robin drawls, and Nancy rolls her eyes.

“Obviously.”

“Actually,” Robin continues blithely, “I think you’re the one who doesn’t really appreciate just how serious the situation is.”

“Oh, really,” Nancy snaps. “I’m not the one cracking jokes and whining like a bored child.”

“That’s true,” Robin admits. “But here you are playing Boy Scout and practicing your double hitch overhand knot—”

“That is not a real thing,” Nancy cuts in.

“—instead of tending to the needs of your devoted and, might I add, extremely horny girlfriend.” For added emphasis, she opens her legs, and even though she’s still wearing her underwear, she can see Nancy’s eyes go dark at the sight of her spread thighs. “So if I were you,” Robin continues innocently, “I’d stop dicking around and come fuck me already.”

A look of impish annoyance flashes across Nancy’s face. “You little brat,” Nancy says, reaching down to twist one of Robin’s nipples through her undershirt. It hurts enough that Robin jerks up from the mattress, hissing in pain, but more than that it makes her cunt ache in anticipation of even more delicious torment to come. “You were trying to wind me up.”

Robin looks up at Nancy, kneeling above her with a familiar expression that promises her she’s going to regret this in the very best way, and offers her cheekiest grin. “Is it working?”

[mikuni14]

Perhaps because of how angry, frustrated and irritated I was with the last episode, I can't stop thinking about Living With Him 😭 Regardless, it's a really good reminder of how much of a negative impact low self-esteem and easy giving up can have on important things in your life. I take it very personally because I have exactly the same tendency, I always felt like I was inferior and not properly "qualified" for everything . And this is very bad, because, for example, I often found myself not wanting to apply for a job "because they definitely won't choose me" or "because there is definitely someone better for this position than me." This is exactly what Living With Him shows, and what I hate so much - because I can't stand this trait in myself and I see how terrible it looks from the outside.

About the series: perhaps I would look at it differently if I saw these boys making some minimal effort to overcome it (I know it's hard, but I want to see them try), to - and this is the most important thing for me - FIGHT FOR THEMSELVES, FOR THEIR RELATIONSHIP, FOR THEIR LOVE.

Watching Ryo create wild scenarios in his head and NEVER say anything directly was very irritating. Because it was more or less like this:

Kazuhito confesses his love to Ryo

Kazuhito is invited to a group date

Kazuhito clearly and firmly refuses

Ryo: well, that's it. Kazuhito is so cool and popular, I won't tell him how I feel, it will be better for him (completely ignoring Kazuhito's feelings and his WORDS)

Or:

Kazuhito confesses his love to Ryo

Kazuhito's mother makes a casual remark that most parents in the world make about wanting their child to take over the family business, about that child starting a family, without even meaning anything bad - at least at that moment

Ryo: well, that's it. Of course there's no place for me here, I'd better step down immediately so that Kazuhito can find a wife and fulfill his mother's dreams. It will be better for him this way. Better hurry up and run before Kazuhito returns.

The worst thing about these "noble" actions is that they are actually very selfish, *I* know what is best for the other person, *I* know best what they want, even if that person said exactly the opposite. *I* don't have to ask them because *I* know, *I* am the good one in all of this, *I* am doing the right thing. In such behavior there is no room for the other person, for their true dreams, desires and, above all, FOR HER CHOICE.

It's just as painful to watch Kazuhito, who confessed his love to Ryo, left it for him to deal with, without once addressing it, without trying to do something about it, to win over his beloved, to hit on him, seduce, court him a little, win him over, to present himself as an option to be partner in a love relationship. Then he withdrew everything and acted weirldy, which only intensified the confusion in Ryo's head and heart. Again, he thought he's doing the right thing for Ryo, but not asking him about his answear, his feelings directly. He just made the decision for him.

That's what I miss in this series. Some internal struggle, struggles with each other, arguments, even fights, tension, jealousy, important moments when their relationship moves to a new level, when there is some shift, when they grow and develop. I know I'm boring when I keep bringing up I Cannot Reach You, but this series really shows it perfectly. The story is also very similar: a popular, "perfect", handsome boy has always had a crush on his "not perfect" friend, this friend finds out about it quite early in the series and from then on the tension between them can be cut with a knife. There are also attempts to give space, but there are also scenes when they cannot control their feelings and are all over each other. There are scenes when they try to behave nice and nobly, but there are also scenes where they are aggressive and fight with each other. And there is also a scene where the "imperfect" boy wonders how someone like him can gain the affections of someone so perfect, to which Mr. Perfect reacts with fury - gosh, this scene was so very good. Oh, and Mr. Perfect is moody and gets angry at his crush quite often, which is so good.

But what I liked about I Cannot Reach You (and many other favorite series) is that you can see from the characters that they want to be with each other and repeatedly fight for their love, one way or another, sometimes they're so bad at it and they mess up 😆 Even if it takes them a lot of time, even if they are struggling with problems, even if they are jealous, they still want to be with the other person, even if they fight with each other. And they talk to each other, even when they shout at each other :) They also talk to others, family or friends about how things are not working out for them, when the struggle. But what I hate is giving up without a fight and assuming you know what's best for the other person. And above all, lack of communication. My main problem with this is that it does not bode well for the relationship in the future, because it will mean that whatever problems such a couple will have, the most possible scenario of how they will deal with it will be to avoid the problem, avoid talking about this problem, avoiding talking about their personal problems with the other person, removing themselvesself from the situation, literally from the room, running away from the problem, assuming that they know what their partner wants or thinks, instead of asking them about it. And, well, that's not romantic at all 🙂

[bumblingbabooshka]

This ask is nsft

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Hold up hold up hold up bro. Your tags. They are making me Think.

Do you... do you think Tom is into being cucked?? Like, he's obsessed with making people cheat on their partners but not even with him and then he basically tells Harry he enjoys being romantically rejected like, sir?? Are you trying to tell us something???

I think Tom more likes being uhhh....like, what's a lesser version of playing the victim? He likes having something to be lightly angsty and miserable about in my mind. If he was actually in a cuck situation like for real I can't see him enjoying it - he'd just be jealous and angry. He's also just very insecure and prone to thinking negatively so even if that sort of situation came to pass I can imagine it slowly devastating him over the course of several weeks - it wouldn't be great let's say HEHEHE...In MY mind. His weird thing for trying to get people to cheat on their partners reads to me as either convoluted projection (Ex: Harry gets with a woman that I introduced him to - that's me in his sex life it's like we're having sex. I hate that this woman is having sex with Harry and not me God I love Harry I hope he's happy I wish he'd break up with her she's not good enough for him etc etc) <- This until he passes out. or him wanting to .... almost bring another person down morally so he feels better about himself? The two people we see him do this (this = meddling in the romantic/sexual life of) with repeatedly are Harry & Tuvok who are both 'Gold Standard, Exemplary, Upright' people in their own respects. Harry's a model Starfleet officer, an excellent friend, the kind of person you just want to like and who's earnest about wanting to like you too. He has parents who love him, he's optimistic, perfect golden boy who saved Tom's life a thousand times in Tom's eyes. Meanwhile Tuvok is also an exemplary officer and a very...strict? individual. He's Vulcan so that's alien to Tom but as far as Vulcans go he's a very 'Vulcan-Vulcan'. One might say a model Vulcan? AND (which I think Tom would care about more) Tuvok is a very loyal person. He's loyal to Janeway, to Starfleet, to his wife, he's not insecure - he doesn't second guess himself and he doesn't seem to even have a DESIRE not to be which I think Tom would hate, even if only subconsciously. <- I think consciously he'd just be like "He needs to lighten up a little!" My personal theory is that with Harry, Tom is more lightheartedly wanting him to 'Let loose! Have fun!' like I don't think he resents Harry (because he loves & admires him), he just wants to be close to him. Extremely close. The closest. If HARRY'S best friend is HIM....well <3 While Tuvok...I could see him harboring some (again convoluted, weird) resentment there. I can imagine him being legitimately frustrated by Tuvok's unwavering and seemingly effortless discipline and loyalty because those aren't traits Tom has and seemingly believes are unattainable or superficial. He seems like the type of guy who'd be like "Well sure everyone WANTS to [cheat on their partner]." Do you know what sort of guy I'm talking about? Like, well EVERYONE /WANTS/ to do this but they don't because xyz. Like, the fact that Tuvok was attracted to Noss but DIDN'T give in to that and betray T'Pel really was whipping that man into a frenzy because in Tom's mind if Tuvok is attracted to Noss and she reciprocates, WHY would you not give in??? There's NO reason...You might never see T'Pel again and even if you did - it's not like she'd have to know! If logical Tuvok does [moral wrongdoing] then what chance could Tom POSSIBLY have of not doing [moral wrongdoing] as well? Though I don't think Tom is the introspective sort of guy so I don't think he'd even notice these sorts of reoccurring behaviors let alone analyze them. He'd probably be more likely to say something like "It just annoys me!"

[joelmillerisapunk]

🎬 —★ odi, 90's baby, she/her/they

🎬 —★Hi, my love. Welcome to my blog. I hope you enjoy your time here. Please check the warnings before reading any of my fics as they all contain 18+ content.

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🎬 —★ Masterlist below the cut enjoy the show. Also under renovation so some links may be missing

📽 —★ Divider credit i . ii | fic updates

📽 —★ lunch break ~ coworker javi

↳ summary: Javi edges you at work

📽 —★ my dirty little secret ~ bfd/daddy!Joel

↳ summary: Joel's tired of being hard all the fucking time while you're around and gives you a taste of your own medicine.

📽 —★ I'll never stop makin' you feel this good ~bfd/dom!Joel

↳ summary: After returning to your hometown, you reconnect with your childhood friend Sarah and her father Joel, a retired firefighter. As you spend time with him, you can't deny the spark between you, and soon you find yourself on a date with Joel, where things quickly heat up and the chemistry between you becomes impossible to ignore.

📽 —★ who's your daddy? ~ daddy!Joel

↳ summary: You're feeling down after a long week of unsuccessful dating app swipes, but Joel's "daddy effect" makes you feel desired and loved. You spend the night at his mansion, basking in his attention and care.

📽 —★ dirty daddy ~daddy/dbf!Joel

↳ summary: Congratulations, you've just earned yourself a daddy, albeit not for being a good girl.

📽 —★ crush ~ dbf!Joel

↳ summary: You find a way to have your way with your best friends dad

📽 —★ you got me thinkin' nonsense ~ dbf!Joel

↳ summary: Joel's asked to watch you and your parents' house while they're away, and boy, does he take watching you seriously.

📽 —★ without warning ~ dbf, creepy!Joel

↳ summary: You find yourself in an unexpected situation with Joel, your family's friend, and longtime acquaintance. But when the dust settles, you're left wondering if things will ever be the same between you two again. Will you be able to move past this moment, or will it forever change your relationship with Joel?

📽 —★ bad idea, right? ~ dad's boss!Joel

↳ summary: The thrill of sneaking around and the intense physical pleasure are difficult to forget, but the guilt and shame that accompany them can not be ignored. You find yourself questioning whether your actions were justified and whether you should risk it again.

📽 —★ pregame play ~ dbf/dom!joel

↳ summary: During a game day gathering at your house, one thing leads to another, and you find yourself in the bathroom with Joel Miller, one of your dads best friends. As you cross the goal line, you're with a newfound understanding of your own desires

📽 —★ candy hearts ~ outbreak!joel x reader

↳ summary: You find Joel the perfect Valentine's gift

📽 —★ unbelievable ~ mechanic!Joel

↳ summary: The 'I can fix more than your car' trope

📽 —★ a sweet arrangement ~ sugardaddy!Joel

↳ Summary: You sign up for a sugar daddy app. What's the worst that could happen?

📽 —★ free use, full plate - no outbreak au

↳ summary: Joel takes out his frustration on your pussy after a long day at work.

📽 —★ divide my legs like a mathematician ~dbf!Joel x virgin!reader

↳ summary: Joel takes your virginity by the pool

📽 —★ girl next door ~ neighbor!Joel

↳ summary: Joel finds himself overwhelmed by the desire to possess something that belongs to you, leading him to indulge in a secret fantasy.

📽 —★ daddy please! ~ daddy!Joel

↳ summary: It's that time of day, the one where Joel edges you for as long as he can.

📽 —★ Subscribe ~ dbf!Joel

↳ summary: When Joel accidentally stumbles upon your only fans, he convinces himself he's only subscribing to help you through college. And then you send him his top-tier subscriber personal video and he's fucked because you don't even know it's him your dad's best friend.

📽 —★ I'm down bad, fuck it if I can't have him. ~dbf!Joel

↳ summary: In the intimate confines of Joel's home, you navigate the complexities of an open relationship, discovering the liberating power of vulnerability and desire under the watchful eye of his wife.

📽 —★ How quickly can you take your clothes off, pop quiz ~ Joel miller x reader

↳ Summary: The enemies to lovers/one bed/forced close proximity/light grumpy x sunshine/patrol partner fic no one asked for.

📽 —★ Tastes like strawberries ~dom/dbf!joel

↳ Summary: after accidentally sending your dads best friend a provocative photo meant for someone else you go to "apologize" in person.

📽 —★ Watermelon Sugar ~ dbf!joel

↳ Summary: At the annual neighborhood barbecue, you can't ignore the sparks flying between you and Joel Miller, your dad's best friend. What starts as playful flirting leads to a secret, steamy encounter that leaves you both wanting more.

📽 —★ Moth to a Flame ~ Firefighter!Joel

↳ Summary: During a fire station training session, seasoned firefighter Joel Miller becomes entranced by a volunteer's poise and spirit. When you lose your cherished nanna's ring in the hustle and bustle, Joel seizes the opportunity to return it.

📽 —★ Vicious ~ dbf!Joel

↳ Summary: In the quiet solitude of your own home, you revel in the rare freedom of an empty house, indulging in forbidden pleasures on a hot summer day. The unexpected arrival of your dads buddy Joel turns your casual rebellion into something far more thrilling.

📽 —★ Howdy Honey Masterlist - Ranch hand!Joel x f!reader ★ongoing

↳ summary: After a tumultuous fall from your horse that leaves you with a fractured wrist and bruised ribs, you find solace in the strong arms and gentle care of Joel Miller, the new ranch hand whose rugged exterior hides a tender heart.

📽 —★ Sugar Daddy AU Masterlist

↳ summary: You sign up for a sugar daddy dating app, what's the worst that could happen?

📽 —★ Soft!Daddy Travel Diaries AU

↳ summary: you find comfort and care in the arms of an older lover, feeling safe and loved in their presence. And then he fucks you around the world.

📽 —★ Beach Daddy Masterlist ★Hiatus

↳ Summary: You go on the vacation of a lifetime aboard your friend Sarah's yacht, but when you get there, you discover Sarah is engaged to your ex-boyfriend.

The only good thing about this trip is Joel. He's kind, considerate, and handsome. And you think he might be interested in you too. But he just so happens to be Sarah's dad.

[fatedsith]

He listens to what she says, even if it��s difficult to focus because of the pleasure from her body. “I like to think anything is possible,” he says, echoing his words from earlier. “At least with love.” He believes in love more than anything else because it was what got him through his hardest days. Especially his love of her, ever present even when she wasn’t. “You truly want a life and children with me?” he asks softly, glancing down at her lips. Just as he does, she bites on his lower lip, causing a moan to slip from him.

He shakes his head when she asks about the other beautiful girls, almost frustrated at the way she doesn’t seem to know she’s unrealistically beautiful. “No one is like you,” he says, gazing at her with half-lidded blue eyes full of desire. “Luckily for you, you’re the only angel I met in my travels,” he teases softly. He considers her question for a moment. “If I didn’t have my Jedi training, I would’ve found you sooner. But my heart would’ve been the same— only yours.” He pauses, considering his answer mischievously. “But who’s to say? Maybe I would’ve had an experience or two, while you were wrapped up in that crush of yours.” He looks up at her, waiting for her reaction before a smile tugs at his lips, revealing he’s only teasing. “I’ve only ever wanted you and that wouldn’t change if I weren’t a Jedi.” He bites at her bottom lip teasingly, sucking on it for a moment before releasing it. “My occupation would never change my feelings…” He’s sure he would love her no matter his life; he was always meant to love her. 

He cherishes hearing that she loves him too, sure that he could listen to her speak for days and it would never be enough. He presses a soft kiss to her lips just before she teases him about always being right. “Yes, I know you think so,” he teases, with the smallest eye roll. “I let you say what you please because you’re too beautiful to argue with.” He could never truly be angry with her— she’s nestled deeply in his heart, in a place no one else has managed besides his mother. 

She begs to feel him, which makes him sigh shakily against her mouth with desire. He wants to kiss her more, his lips pink from how much they’d done so already.

He scowls a little at her words about his pouting like a boy, annoyance building from the frustration of wanting her to think the best of him. “I don’t,” he argues, and it frustrates him even more that he knows she’s right. He must sound foolish to her, becoming so sensitive over her perception of him. Still he lies, denying it to her and himself. “It’s not pouting. And I can fuck you whichever way I please,” he answers, hearing the possessiveness in his voice. It’s difficult to be angry when she’s rolling her hips down, grinding against him with her wet cunt, making his teeth grit and his lashes flutter because it feels too good. She pushes even further, asking about her old crush’s name, that mischievous glint in her eyes as if she knows what she’s doing. “Who cares about him?” Anakin growls. “I don’t ever want to hear you say another man’s name while we’re fucking. So maybe if you don’t remember it, you should forget it.” He hates Palo— the artist Padmé loved, even before she knew what love was. In his anger, he hopes his career as an artist failed.

But Padmé rubs her cunt against his tip, her entrance soaking around him, making him moan desperately because it feels too good. He already came but he knows he will again, her body so perfect that he barely had a chance to go flaccid. He’s hard beneath her and it feels perfect, every grinding motion of her hips bringing ecstasy to him.

Her movements bring him so much pleasure he’s panting against her mouth, unable to control his reaction to how slick she feels sliding against his hard cock. “You want to hear it again, love?” he taunts, because she’s begging to be praised once more. “Maybe you’ll be nicer to me and I’ll tell you how soaked you are and how good it feels.” There’s a moan to his voice, losing himself to the warmth from her movements.

She scratches at his chest, making him whimper quietly, trying to hold himself back from finishing again so soon. It doesn’t help her pretty mouth drops open when he shoves inside of her, giving him a moan as she whimpers his name. His own sounds are becoming more desperate, his hips raising eagerly to fuck her tight cunt, feeling her walls clench around his length as he sheathes the entirety of himself in her. She moves his hand from her waist and to her breast, making his cock twitch inside of her at the feeling of her soft skin beneath his palm. He squeezes softly, massaging it as the pad of his thumb rolls over her pink nipple. Her breasts are the perfect size to fill his palms, mesmerizing him as he plays with one.

But he can’t stop thinking of her taunting, and that paired with the way she begs him to fuck her stirs an aggression in him. “You’ll let me fuck you however I please,” he says, somewhere between an observation and a demand. His fingers roll her pink nipple between them before he sits up, shifting her on his cock as she straddles his lap. A soft, choked out sound leaves him at how good it feels when her walls clench around him, soaking wet.

Still cupping her tit, he runs his tongue against her flushed nipple, lapping at it for a long moment and covering it in his saliva. Sucking it into his mouth, blue eyes look up and meet hers as his lips slide against her tit. Flicking his tongue against it again, he gives it a gentle nibble, his other hand coming up to her bottom to squeeze her butt cheek. “Bounce on it,” he growls. “And maybe I’ll be even rougher when I throw you on this bed and fuck you how I want to.” He can tell that’s what she wants; for him to make her a mess like he is.

"anakin skywalker you are absolutely the most mad man in all of the universe." she says with a chuckle, her dark eyes filled with nothing but admiration and love in her dark brown eyes. he was ridiculous and beautiful, absolutely drove her insane most times for better or for worse. "you know when I was a young girl my mother used to tell me these... stories about people falling in love and living happily ever after. I used to want that life as a girl, to find my soulmate and though none of those stories were between a jedi and a senator... I'd like our story to end like the others, with us riding off into the stars together." she smiles against his lips, nibbling down at his lower one playfully. "having kids of our own with stories to tell them about our forbidden love."she nudges her nose against his, dark eyes holding his gaze for a long time as she purrs.

anakin mentions how she was the only woman he dreamed of for ten years, his eyes never straying to others. as a padawan he has traveled to many planets with his master, meeting many different women who were able to witness his beauty long before padmé laid eyes on the all grown up man. there's a sudden spark of jealousy fluttering in her chest, thinking about how many wanted him and probably tried to pursue him in failed attempts to claim him as their own. padmé smirks, biting down on her lower lip for a long moment. "of all the beautiful creatures in the galaxy?" she teases. "and if you weren't this courageous jedi master to be? would you still have kept yourself pure for me?"

she usually feels as though she can't breathe when she's around him, that the rhythm of her heart felt like huge drums beating inside of her chest but now it's all quickened, with their bear bodies pressed against each other and his cock teasing her needy cunt. it sends something thrilling coursing through her entire body, it felt like her entire body was vibrating feeling every molecule and fiber of her being. there's a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she looks into his eyes, nodding slowly. "I feel for you in ways I never knew were possible my love, I could have everything I ever wished for tomorrow and it still wouldn't feel complete without your love ani. you've changed something in me." padmé chuckles at his next words, she would be lying if she said she didn't like when he challenged her at times. "especially because I'm usually right." padmé teases with a bright chuckle falling past her lips. "or, always right in fact."

"i know." she hums, the smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "and I've never felt this way either, I didn't even know what love truly meant till you walked through those doors, till you came back into my life." she teases nudging her nose against his, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. their bodies are pressed together but it's like their souls are intertwined, connected with one another but she needs more of him, wanting more than just his soul or his body pressed to hers, she needs it all because the first time in her life padmé wishes to be selfish. "I want to feel you." she says breathlessly, eyes looking down into his with need.

her breath catches in her throat as they kiss deeply, fingers trailing down his braid as she deepens it with a low hum. her nose nudging against his with a low sigh. she loves the taste of him and the feeling of his hands against her body, it drives her crazy and it's starting to feel like a drug.

the femme chuckles against his lips when she touches that nerve, her smile teasing as she hums. "oh?" she teases. "but you still pout like a boy." padmé teases, nudging her nose against his own as she shivers at the way his fingers feel against her bare skin. "can you fuck like a man ani?" she says lowly, rubbing against him playfully, a soft moan falling past her lips. "mmm, i'm sorry what was his name again?" she jokes, brushing her lips against his own with a breathless chuckle, eyes fluttering at the way his fingers feel against her smooth skin.

her eyes water, her soaked cunt brushing against his tip. it's pushing against her and the desire is driving her crazy. quivering at the feeling as she rubs against his cock while hearing his words of praise. "keep telling me how good I am, please." her voice is soft, almost needy as her eyes look down at him with unspeakable desire. "I need to hear it, how good I am for you..."

anakin's tip teases her soaked cunt, making a shaky breath fall past her lips as her nails scratch against his bare skin. his words making her feel hot underneath her skin, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips as she giggles. "no, I like that you're such a mess." padmé breathes, her hands coming up to cup his face. "that your reckless and mad, my life has just been so polished up until now...and I'm so tired of it." she smiles against his lips, kissing him deeply, almost desperately with a sloppy desire. she wants to be bossed around, she wants to be turned into a mess for just once she didn't want to be treated like a senator or a queen.

it almost catches her by surprise when he's finally pushing inside of her, his cock filling her tight cunt as her mouth falls open with a tight moan. she's pressing her forehead against his with a quivered lower lip. "a-ani" she breathes out, her hands shaking. padmé presses her forehead against own, biting down on her lower lip as he slams himself into her. it's perfect, the sounds they're making...she almost wonders if everyone would be able to hear them from across the lake, hearing her take his perfect cock inside of her over and over again. "fuck me." she breathes, taking his hand off her hip and guiding him back to her breast. "this is all for you anakin, my body, my heart...all yours to do with however you please."

[soulmate-game]

Daughter of wonderwoman au where marinette finds out her mother is actually Diana and somehow it ends up with her meeting/being introduced to the batfam maybe because she has super strength and is seen yeeting some bad guys who tried to mug her... Or something.

“... you are running from your problems, Mari,” Adrien’s exasperated voice reminded his best friend. Again. She ignored him, and he threw his hands up in exasperation. “Look, you don’t have to do anything about it! Nobody would hold it against you if you decided to just, ignore that you found anything out at all. But you need to actually think about what we just found out and decide whether or not you’re gonna do anything—“ he side-stepped a piece of trash that went flying in his direction. “—or if you’re gonna move on and pretend nothing happened.”

“Isn’t that what I’m doing?” Marinette shot back, pushing her bangs out of her face and tying her hair back with one hand.

“No, you’re currently hiding away in Gotham to avoid your parents while you beat up every random group of idiots who thinks you’re an easy mark,” he retorted. Another wannabe kidnapper went flying in his direction, making him sigh and side step again. She had thrown that one with only her one free hand, showing just how upset she was. “You’re ignoring everything in your life, which is not what we meant we said you should get a little space.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Marinette dropkicked the last criminal into unconsciousness before stepping back and putting her hands on her hips. She looked over at the now seven passed out men in the alleyway, and the one very frustrated ex-model pinching the bride of his nose. “I think I’m coping just fine.”

“It’s better than being forced to suppress all of your emotions, sure,” Adrien reluctantly agreed. “But not by much. Your angry rampage through Gotham has already attracted more attention,” he raised his hand to point at a nearby rooftop. Several shadows lurked there, looming over the building’s edge. “Which, might I add, is exactly why I told you not to come to Gotham.”

“You’re the one who followed me here,” she shot back before turning to the shadowy figures above them. “Go ahead and come down! But it was self defense, and you can’t arrest or beat me up for defending myself!”

The first figure to drop down straightened your just as quickly, revealing the imposing figure of none other than Batman himself. The little white eyes on his cowl seemed to narrow on their own as he looked down at her.

“That might be true, but I’m sure you know my policy on metas in my city,” he grumbled back at her. He wasn’t necessarily threatening, but he definitely wasn’t welcoming either. With all of his limbs hidden behind the cocoon that was his cape, Marinette would never be able to predict his next move if he did decide to fight. Not that she seemed particularly worried about that as she crossed her arms over her chest and met his glare evenly.

“Oh, do you own this city now? I wasn’t given the memo,” she retorted. “And considering I didn’t even know I was a meta until last week? I think I deserve a little slack. I’m angry and if people think the tiny little girl in pink is an easy kidnapping target, then it’s their fault for making themselves into the perfect practice dummies for me to try out my newly discovered strength on.”

Adrien saw the eyes on Batman’s mask narrow even further. Marinette wasn’t exactly at her most charismatic at the moment, and Adrien didn’t wanna get the both of them into a bad relationship with the experienced superhero who always seemed to know things he shouldn’t know. So he stepped up quickly, getting in between Marinette and the Bat and holding his hands up in a placating gesture.

“Okay, Monsieur Batman,” Adrien started slowly, making sure his posture was impeccable and his smile bright. “She’s telling the truth, even if she’s not... the most tactful about it right now. She just found out some very concerning things about her origin and Gotham is the best place for her to hide from her problems and let loose a little pent up aggression. But— well,” he grimaced. “We didn’t intend to run into you guys, but maybe it’s a good thing we did.”

“How so?” Batman was clearly still incredibly suspicious of the both of them and wasn’t giving an inch. So Marinette rolled her eyes (she was still very moody) and leaned around Adrien so she could get a good look at the monochromatic hero.

“I thank my lucky spots that we ran into you, Batman!” She said monotonously. “Me and Adrien are paw-sitively excited at this opportunity.”

Batman. Froze.

Not only were those two lines the very first lines ever spoken to him by two foreign heroes a few years ago (with a few key words changed to protect identities), but they had become their code phrase for whenever they made calls to one another outside of their costumes. All at once it seemed to hit him— the golden hair and bright green eyes on the boy, the blue-black hair and normally super-focused bluebell eyes on the girl that were currently sporting very uncharacteristic frustration. Their heights. Their builds. All of this info flowed through his mind and compared to the information stored in his memory, and it only took the span of two seconds for everything to click.

Suddenly Batman was at full attention, back straight instead of looming over them and eyebrows clearly raised high under his cowl.

He knew Chat Noir and Ladybug would never take a random vacation to Gotham. Ladybug herself had nearly waxed poetic about how much the city depressed her just from the pictures she saw online. If she had willingly come to visit, it was more than to just blow off some steam.

“Batcave?” He asked, earning a relieved look from Adrien and a moody silence from Marinette.

“Please,” Adrien agreed. “You can probably help us, actually.”

—*—*—*—*—*

Marinette leaned back in the metal debriefing chair, legs up on the table and looking for all the world as the picture of pure teenage rebellion and angst. Coincidentally, Red Hood was in the exact same position in the chair next to her.

Batman and all of his other bats and birds were in the cave with the two off-duty Parisian heroes. Everyone except Adrien and Marinette still had their masks on, since the two Parisians were still not privy to their identities. Yet.

To be fair, the bats hadn’t known the identities of the two miraculous users either before today.

“Cha Noir,” Batman started, only to get a head shake from the blond boy.

“Just call me Adrien. Chat’s out of the bag—“ he ignored the groans at the pun and soldiered on, “—so might as well use my real name.”

Batman nodded. “Adrien, then,” he amended. “Why are you and Ladybug really in Gotham?”

Adrien sighed. “I wasn’t lying, before. Marinette,” he gestured to his hero partner. “Just found out some distressing family news. Since HawkMoth is gone, she doesn’t need to repress her negative emotions anymore. But she also didn’t want to be around her parents while she processed everything. I told her to choose any other city— really, I begged— but she insisted on coming to Gotham.”

“The never ending cloud cover and constant rain seem thematic,” she finally spoke up, reaching into her big over-the-shoulder bag and pulling out a large envelope. She threw it to Batman, making the thin package slice through the air like a knife. To nobody’s surprise the seasoned hero easily caught the projectile between two fingers. He looked at the envelope and back to Marinette, silent questions floating in the air between them. Marinette decided to answer at her own pace.

“That’s what we found out. You see, one of my friends is a huge science nerd. A genius. And he wanted to compare DNA samples between us to see if there were any genetic components that determined a person’s suitability towards certain Miraculous or other magical artifacts over others. It was supposed to just be a fun side project that he didn’t expect any breakthroughs on. He mostly just wanted to satisfy his own curiosity. But instead of finding out if our DNA was linked to the miraculous, he found out that my parents are not biologically my parents.”

“Hence the whole just finding out that you’re a meta thing, right?” Nightwing spoke up, fully invested in the story. “Did they never say you were adopted before?”

“It’s not in the system,” she replied easily. “My parents have all the documentation to prove that I’m their biological child, except I’m not. When I confronted them about it, they caved and admitted that they had adopted me in secret and covered it up. Apparently a friend of theirs was involved in something illegal, and,” she waved at the envelope that Batman was now opening. “The details of what we were able to dig up are in there. The summary is this; their friend was part of a secret, illegal experimentation to create clones that could defeat the Justice League—“ the air seemed to get sucked out of the room as soon as those words left Marinette’s mouth. Everyone seemed to know exactly what she was talking about. “—a group called CADMUS. They made me, as apparently one of their early attempts. But I didn’t exhibit any of the powers they were looking for, or any meta traits at all, and my body refused to mature at the rate they wanted. They had no use for a seemingly normal human baby that they managed to clone, so they were preparing to kill me and start over. That’s when my parent’s friend stole me, not wanting to kill an infant, and begged my parents to take me in and pretend I was theirs. Low and behold, it turns out that my DNA just needed a very specific series of emotions to unlock it’s latent abilities.”

“Those emotions being..?” Red hood trailed off, earning a wolfish smile from Marinette.

“Intense anger, betrayal, and confused frustration closely followed by the desire to punch other people’s faces in.”

“That last one is just an assumption,” Adrien chimed in. “And maybe not accurate. But the first three, our scientist friend was able to confirm. The rapid experience of a lot of negative but action-oriented emotions released whatever had been holding back the powers in her DNA from expressing themselves,” he had switched to French so that he could explain everything exactly as Max had told it to them, but he knew all of them were fluent anyway so it was fine. They nodded along, processing the information.

The crinkling of paper drew everyone’s attention back to Batman, who had been flipping through the detailed break down of everything they had found about Marinette’s situation and how she was made by CADMUS.

“Uh,” Red Robin nervously spoke up. “What’s up, Batman?”

“Your genetic donors...” Batman breathed, getting a wink and finger guns from Marinette.

“Yup. Isn’t that just the most fucked up thing you’ve ever seen? They were clearly trying to make someone who could destroy the world.”

“That makes me nervous,” Nightwing admitted, getting up and going to get a look at the papers himself. “It can’t be that ba—“

When even Nightwing was left agape, everyone else who wasn’t in on it found themselves squirming.

“Just tell the rest of us, already!” Robin demanded after the silence stretched just a bit too long.

“The unknowing genetic donors that CADMUS used to make me,” Marinette spoke up, still with her legs up on the table. “Are a very mad-scientist’s-wet-dream combination of Lex Luthor, Bruce Wayne, and Wonder Woman.”

“We don’t even know why they added Bruce Wayne’s DNA,” Adrien admitted. “Although our scientist friend thinks it’s because of physique. His hypothesis is that, in order to support the genes of Wonder Woman, they had to add male genetics that could support the production of a very high muscle mass and would lean towards easy development of a very athletic body. Lex might be evil-scientist smart, but he’s a string bean. But if he added the DNA of another multi millionaire who just so happens to maintain a ridiculously fit body without putting any obvious work into it,” Adrien shrugged. “Then maybe the clone would be able to support Wonder Woman’s genetics and that of two human donors without falling apart.”

“So I’m ‘the clone’ now, huh?” Marinette snarked, earning an exasperated eye roll from her friend.

Batman just stared at the both of them for a moment. He walked away without a word, and came back with a fresh needle and a box. He placed it on the debriefing table.

“Can I do a paternity test myself?” He asked, his voice suspiciously less gruff than normal. “I trust the both of you, but I rather be safe than sorry with something like this.”

The both of them just stared at him in confusion. They traded a glance, and finally Marinette shrugged and moved to sit in her chair properly. Her shirt was already short sleeved, so she just held her arm out so Batman could easily get a blood sample.

“Sure, why not. But do you just have Lex Luthor or Bruce Wayne’s DNA sitting around to compare, or—“ she shut up when she watched Batman take off his glove and roll his own sleeve up. Realization slowly sunk in as he asked Nightwing to take a blood sample from him.

“Holy shit,” she breathed, eyes wide. “You’re— and Luthor doesn’t know— holy shit this is even worse than I thought,” Marinette rambled, not even noticing as Red Hood moved forward and took a small blood sample from her.

Adrien put a hand over his face and just laughed for a moment hysterically. “Oh my god,” he looked over at Marinette. “You could take over the world.”

“I have the blood of Batman AND Wonder Woman on MY side,” Marinette joked back, also hysterical.

When the bat’s high tech equipment was able to come back with a positive result only a few minutes later, Marinette and Adrien had to sit on the floor and just let it all sink in. Which Batman did not at all help by immediately unmasking himself and trying to make a proper introduction.

“I wanna go beat up random thugs again,” Marinette whined, pulling at her hair. “I’ll put on a mask, whatever, but just please let me punch people. I need to punch people right now.”

[kazuwhora]

RELATIONSHIPS — TOKYOREV

ft. mikey, draken, kazutora, ran, rindou, & sanzu

cw: fluff, mention of kinks and desires, mental illness, alcohol and drug use. minors/ageless blogs DNI

an. soft! headcanons abt some of my fave tr boys :) these are kinda long, but why not provide some hearty content for my first post on this blog!

MIKEY

- mikey isn't the best at expressing how much he cares for you w/ words. his love language is 100% quality time and physical touch. he will show up at your house at midnight without notice bc he "was bored" and will overextend his stay "just cause" (but rly its because he loves you and cant get enough of you)

- when he's around his work environment or anything gang related he'll get a little uncomfortable with physical touch because he's afraid of letting people see his vulnerability. he'll keep you close and safe, but place the responsibility of your safety with someone he trusts like mitsuya, or chifuyu (sanzu in the bonten timeline but he can get a little unsure with sanzu's unpredictable and possessive nature).

- mikey is hard to read and has a hard time reading you. like, this man does not understand why you get frustrated with him so often and he seems so so so cold. it takes you tearing up out of frustration for him to get it. then he'll feel rly rly bad and will shower you with offers and attention to try and win you over.

- major mommy issues. a big part of him seeks parental affection and care from you that he never truly got as a child. sub behaviour with a mommy kink. he wants to be praised, taken care of, coddled, and doted on in private. he's basically playing a long ass game of catch-up on emotions and needs that he never experienced as a child and teenager.

- wont show it right off the bat but mikey is extremely possessive of you with his subordinates but tries really really hard not to show that weakness by being almost too friendly and laid back to those that he trusts to be around you.

- if y'all are out and about he will pat you on the head or the lower back when he has to go but in private he's the one that demands all the pats.

- when he's not in a work environment, he's the biggest baby (and a little immature). he wants you to baby him, demands attention, whines and pouts when you aren't paying attention to him, and always needs to be touching you.

DRAKEN

- draken is THE KING of making you feel important and loved without smothering you

- he's a perfect example of a calm and collected introvert who knows what he wants and how to express those wants

- he's gonna be completely straightforward with his expectations and wont skirt around his feelings

- but because of this he's also super blunt and will miss hints and clues you might throw his way. you gotta be completely straightforward with him or he's not gonna understand (unless its sexual then he's all about the teasing and hinting)

- he gets REALLY frustrated whenever you're frustrated and has a hard time navigating through those situations because he just doesn't get why you can't say what you mean???? he can get kinda mean here but he doesn't mean it he just wants to help you and can't figure out how

- once you work things out he's an absolute sweetheart and wants to make sure you know he was never mad at you- he was just frustrated he couldn't figure out how to help. don't expect an apology in words though- but do expect an uptick in acts of service

- he LOVES to spoil you. whatever you want, you've got it. he treats you like an absolute princess and has you sitting on a massive throne in his mind.

- did you say you liked fluffy blankets because they help you fall asleep faster? expect him to show up at your place the next day with 3 different blankets because he "didn't know which one you'd like the best" so he just got them all

- his love language is a pretty even split between them all.

- he isn't really all that possessive of you- he's got a good handle on jealousy and trusts you completely. that being said, don't expect him to ever let you get close to any gang activity he may be involved in. he wants you to stay as far away from that environment as possible no matter how much he trusts you or how capable you are of keeping yourself safe.

- Dom dom dom dom. SERVICE DOM. Wants to shower you with special treatment and likes the excitement of a brat- but if you push him too far all the service leaves and you're left with a v mean dom >:)

KAZUTORA

- kaz is so so so sweet to you. like, UNBELIEVABLY sweet. he wants nothing more than to please you, besides his desire for you to love him unconditionally.

- he has a lot of trauma which he hasn't fully healed from yet. while he's straightened himself out quite a bit from when he was a teenager, he's still got some deep emotional issues that can emerge in your relationship from time to time.

- good thing is, since being showed forgiveness and care from his friends, he is able to recognize that above all, he just wants you to love him and will do whatever it takes to make things right so you can love him with no hesitations.

- like mikey, he's clingy. he needs physical touch to know your emotions. he has a really hard time with texting or long periods of not getting to see each other because he finds his emotions get the best of him when he's not able to be directly in your presence to decipher your tone and emotions.

- basically, expect him to be attached at your hip all the time. he isn't as annoyingly clingy as mikey is, however, partly because he's more comfortable being in public with you so the overall time that he has to be clingy is much more than mikey has. in public, he will always want to hold your hand or link arms, and likes to rest his head on your shoulder when you sit side by side on the train.

- fights are heated tho. if you can't handle emotionally charged arguments you wont do well here. he is intense. he will yell, lose control, find whatever words he can to hurt you. he would never physically harm you of course, but since most of your fights will be driven by his jealousy and insecurity, his aim is to find whatever he can to shoot at you to illicit some kind of reaction. ignoring him is best, leaving him completely alone and separated from your emotional responses that he's so good at sensing.

- eventually he'll be able to calm down, but instead of jealousy he'll be filled with extreme remorse followed by denial. he will definitely gaslight you, so you have to be smart enough to work around it. it's something that he's working on, and he knows he's not perfect but he wants to try for you.

- sub this man is a sub. like mikey, he wants you to take care of him. he definitely likes to be tied up, blindfolded, he likes wax play, but pls don't hurt him :( he's v sensitive and doesn't like any type of severe pain. just make him feel good and give him lots of praises <3

RAN

- oh boy. he's hard for you to decipher. part of you feels like the ran you know is a complete persona, because he's just. so. perfect???

- he hides most of his life from you, not out of a sense of protection, but because he probably feels like you aren't much use to him in his work life, so why involve you in the first place?

- you're aware of his lifestyle, but recognizing his desire to keep it away from you, you're happy to pretend it doesn't exist. this creates a weird sort of aura when he comes home with blood and dirt on his clothes, or can't go to a certain part of town where there is an unusual amount of police presence, but he'll just give you a dopey smile that melts your heart and makes you forget all about the awkward aura.

- he knows you know what he is, but he just wants to play life with you. he wants to treat you to expensive and fancy experiences, material items, luxury accessories, clothes and cars, he wants you to live as if you were his sugar baby. his little prized possession. because of this desire, he is a massive hopeless romantic.

- definitely one to leave rose petals on your bed, a hot bath, candles all around the house, he'll massage your back with no expectations of you whatsoever. you'll probably start to feel bad about being pampered so much without returning any favours to him- but when you try to give him something, anything to make him feel good, he'll push you away and tell you to "just enjoy this".

- showers you with "i love you" all day. he wants you to know that you fill his heart and mind because he knows that you've caught on to the double life he likes to live when he's away from you.

- as much as he loves you he knows he's one to let other girls faun over him. at bonten meetings or outings, he'll have girls that mean nothing to him hooked on his arms to fill the space that is where he wants you to be. they'll kiss his neck, and he'll indulge himself in it imagining it was you he was showing off around his friends and other members. these are the times when a sharp gaze from rindou (who definitely knows about you two since he's the only person ran trusts with the knowledge of your existence) will snap him out of his daydreams. he'll never be rude, but he'll shrug the girls off, attempting to hook them onto the arms of sanzu or kokonoi who will gladly take them.

- ran will come back home smelling strongly of whiskey and rum. he'll slip into the bed with you, braiding your hair in his fingers holding the strands to his nose. the smell of your hair reminds him of what he wants, and who he is because frankly, he has a hard time figuring out what his real personality is.

- he's a switch. he really just wants to make you happy. if you prefer someone dominant, he'll be that person for you. if you prefer someone submissive, he'll be that. he's pretty open to kinks, and nothing is really off limits for him. again, he gets his pleasure out of knowing that he provides something for you.

RINDOU

- unlike his brother, rindou is very open in his life about your relationship. he likes to bring you everywhere, showing you off and doting on you. he wants everyone to know you belong to him, and even more he wants everyone to know how well you treat him.

- he's pretty cocky when it comes to showing you off. there isn't a time when he wont somehow rope your name into conversation. ppl get a little annoyed with it but he doesn't care. he's so proud of you he just likes to boast abt it

- he wants to bring you to all the fancy parties and outings, even if he knows it could be dangerous. he trusts his ability to protect both you and himself, and he also trusts your ability to handle yourself.

- you will definitely be the couple at the party that had a few too many tequila shots. you're sitting on a table, holding onto the post of the booth to keep yourself upright, and rindou will be hunched over the table, hands on your thighs gazing at you with lust.

- ran will have to intervene, giving his brother a kick to his feet reminding him that he is indeed, in public, and that he is indeed, creating a little bit of a scene. rindou will clear his throat, sit down on the bench, and pull you into his lap yelling something in your ear about getting more drinks for everyone.

- dating rindou is coming back home at 5am, drunk off your asses, and falling asleep together on the couch with his fingers entangled in your hair and the other hand finding comfort on your thigh.

- rindou is a soft dom and a brat tamer. he likes rope play, and loves seeing you tied up and begging for him. if you like degradation, he'll give it. his favourite is dumbification. he loves seeing how useless he can make you, and loves to tease you about it while you beg for more.

- aftercare king. thats all.

SANZU

- YIKES. listen. we love sanzu, but we also can't deny this man is TOXIC. he wants you to get high with him, then gets mad that you're taking drugs. like ?? sir ?? you asked for this ??

- super possessive. he will absolutely not let you out of his sight. his possessiveness can be a problem, as a slight misstep can result in pretty intense consequences. think week long fights, threats that he may or may not go through with, and spiteful words and actions. sanzu will absolutely accuse you of cheating on him, then turn around and find one of bonten's girls to kiss right in front of you- eyes open and trained on your response the whole time.

- is he toxic? yeah. is he hot as fuck? also yeah. sometimes the hell that he puts you through pays off when he goes through a phase of calmness. you often wonder if he has a personality or mood disorder, because when he's calm like this it's like he doesn't even remember how he treated you before.

- suddenly he's all over you. you're the best thing that could happen to him. he's texting and calling you at all hours of the day, he's showing up at your house with your favourite food, showering you with compliments, and begging to bring you out and show you off

- he doesn't particularly take well to criticism from you because to sanzu, it feels like an attack. he knows he has problems, and he knows that he wants to be better for you, but he finds it so so hard to maintain some sense of morality when he gets out of control. he wont give up any drugs for you, he wont change his lifestyle, but he will try his absolute best to get better at controlling his impulsive reactions between you.

- you'll notice him pause when he starts to get heated, and instead of letting loose completely, he'll turn around and take a few deep breaths.

- sanzu will definitely try to hide those breaths from you though because as much as he wants to control himself in the argument, he also doesn't want you to feel like you've won because he's calmed down.

- eventually he'll get there though. he'll remind himself that all he will accomplish is pushing you away, and losing you is the last thing he would ever want.

- ngl a big part of why you stay with sanzu is not his will to improve for you, but moreso how he treats you in bed.

- this man is a monster. he's wild. massive masochist, and will absolutely be delighted to let you take your frustrations with his behaviour out on his body. just don't expect it to be one sided, because as much as he loves to experience the pain, he'll also want to inflict that same level of torture on you.

[angeldcgs]

lou seemed more and more miserable the longer the conversation continued, but lux couldn't allow him to abandon the topic now that they were so close to making a breakthrough. everything she did was for his own good, even if it seemed counterintuitive at the time. eventually, if things played out how she expected they would, he'd be better off for it, having explored his desire for griffyn in a safe space so that he could finally begin to come to terms with it. "no?" her lips pursed, still continuing to stroke his hair. "frustrated, maybe?" she looked to griffyn briefly as he spoke, attempting to soothe lou's nerves in his own, overly nonchalant way, before turning back to her precious little pet. the way she doted on him could be seen as infantilizing, constantly cooing over him and cradling him in her arms when he needed comfort, but she happened to know that that sort of treatment was exactly what he needed when he got overwhelmed. "it's nothing to be ashamed of, loulou. you can't help how you feel. can you?" this time she directed the question to griffyn, taking a break from playful teasing to try and genuinely reason with him. no matter what he was taught to believe, there was nothing wrong with the way lou was. in fact, it was his biggest insecurities that lux loved the most about him— his submissiveness, his malleable psyche, his desperate need to be controlled. he was her perfect compliment, and now she had the chance to help him unlock yet another side of himself he'd been too afraid to explore. "i must just be lucky then, huh?" though she'd ended up choosing lou over griffyn in the end, he was never too far from her mind. the boys had come to her as a package deal, but she saw untapped potential in lou from the very first night, and she knew that she needed to separate him from his security blanket if he were to ever reach that potential. now that she'd made such progress in shaping him into the man he was always meant to be, it was the perfect time to bring them back together and further explore that deep connection she'd witnessed between them from the start. she could feel the tension rising between the two, matching lou's gaze and locking eyes with griffyn as her lips twitched up in a brief smirk of fascination.

"we're just talking, lou. no need to get so upset over it," griffyn shrugged. of course, he knew full well why lou was so affected by the memory being brought up, as it was exactly why he'd never brought it up on his own. it was a touchy subject, for whatever reason, and normally griff would respect that, but with the combination of the alcohol in his system, and the added prize of lux's approval on the line, he found himself falling too deep into the rabbit hole to pull either one of them back out. "you can't. can't fight it, either." in some ways, griffyn was lucky. he hadn't been born into money, like lux, and his parents were too busy reckoning with the collapse of their marriage to really give a shit about him, so he had a great deal of freedom in how he chose to live his life. there was no one looking over his shoulder every step of the way, no one dictating what he should do or who he should be. it wasn't the easiest, trying to find himself without any real role models in his life he could look to for guidance, but he liked to think he'd done pretty well for himself. at least he was free of the repression lou was still shackled by, and now, it felt almost poetic that he be the one to help him work through that. "y'know what, lou?" he narrowed his eyes slightly as he leaned in towards the pair, gaze flickering over to lux momentarily just to make sure he still had her approval. "i don't believe you. i think that kiss was the best thing that happened to you all summer. maybe even all year. how are you gonna prove me wrong?"

did they have some secret plan? the more they pushed him, urging him to spill some kind of deep lust for griffyn he must have kept secret for all those years, the more lou felt like hiding. lux wouldn't stop pushing, usually that was a quality of hers he enjoyed but at that moment it was slowly becoming irritating. why was it so important? it was all in the past, if there were feelings he wanted to act on then he would've said already but the ganging up to try and pry something out of him like he was a dog who had something stolen between his teeth wasn't going to work. "i'm not flustered." lou argued, gentler than he would've been if it were griffyn who had suggested such a thing. "i don't- i just don't understand why we're still discussing this." it was obvious lux and griffyn were enjoying making him embarrassed, though at least he could understand why she would find the whole thing fun. his cheeks grew even darker at griffyn's suggestion to jog his memory and his lips tightened, as though he were afraid of what he might say if he let himself speak- afraid that he might give in and say yes. "it wasn't because of you." lou's voice grew higher as he became more desperate to try and defend himself. it wouldn't matter if he confessed to having liked kissing griffyn, in fact, it would make things a hell of a lot easier for him under both of their intense gazes but they weren't the problem. he cared that he'd liked kissing a guy, he cared that he'd gotten hard and let his mind wander back to his best friend later that night while he was fucking that girl. his entire life had been about ideals, he had to be the perfect son, had to win his father's affection in competition with his siblings because he only had enough love to give to one child and he wasn't afraid to pick favourites. he was already softer than a man should've been, more effeminate, and tough when he needed to be but only when threatened, the last thing he needed was to add another reason onto the list of things that made it impossible for him to ever be good enough. "we haven't always had the same type..." he argued weakly. lux was everyone's type, he'd gotten lucky that he'd picked him over griffyn but that insecurity had never truly gone away. there was an attraction there, she hadn't outright blown him off and that meant as convinced as he was that she loved him, she was also a lot looser with the rules she gave herself in competition to his. it was all meant to be a bit of fun, yet with each seemingly meaningless comment thrown in his direction lou felt the strings keeping him together grow more and more taut. it wouldn't be long before they snapped. "it is pretty fucking weird we're still talking about a kiss that happened years ago." lou brought his beer up to his mouth, not breaking eye contact with griffyn as he took a couple of slow gulps. once finished, he shrugged away the touch of bitterness he'd let come through and leaned further into lux's touch, still focusing his attention across him to his friend. "you make it sound like it was the only exciting thing that's ever happened to you...but i can't say i feel the same."

[shycoconutt]

I Need You (Kakashi x Reader Smut)

A/n: Oh boy do I got some smutty smut for you. This is my first time writing smut and I think I did okay! Please let me know what you think and, as always, feel free to send some requests my way! 🤍

Summary: You find yourself unbelievably horny waiting for Kakashi to get home from work. The night goes exactly as planned.

Word Count: 4200

Warnings: NSFW ( minors, there's the door -> 🚪), fem!reader, vaginal sex, rough sex, doggy style, cunnilingus

Gods, why am I so horny?

Sat in the reading chair in the corner of your and Kakashi’s bedroom, you find yourself unable to focus on the new novel you picked up at the bookstore this morning. Each time you try to focus on the words in front of you, your eyes start to drift off the page and fall on your bed across the room. The bed where Kakashi and you have had sex now maybe a dozen times. You two have been platonic partners for years, but it wasn’t until recently where you both allowed your feelings to blossom into romance. Some would say that your relationship with Kakashi came on fast, but those who say that don’t truly know either of you.

After the war, and after keeping your feelings for each other bottled down for years, Kakashi took you on a vacation to a quaint village on the outskirts of Konoha. During your stay, you two could finally relax and find comfort in each other. The future seemed less uncertain, and you allowed yourself to open up in ways you never had before. You both knew you loved each other, that you were meant for each other, but the stress of war and the lack of knowledge that either of you would come out alive prevented anything from happening. The last thing either of you wanted to do was take the other’s heart six feet under.

It was the third night on the trip when he proposed to you. Kakashi and you were naked together in the natural hot spring, embracing each other in the water. The words he spoke to you that night are etched in your brain, never to be forgotten.

“My whole life I’ve been fighting; fighting for Konoha, fighting for my team, fighting for our friends, fighting my demons, fighting the truth, and fighting the feelings I have for you. I never understood why it was so hard to escape you, but it isn’t until now where I finally understand. Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever had to do. Our love is so natural, so pure. It pains me to know that our reality has muddled it for so long. You are the best thing that’s ever come into my life, and the gods only know how thankful I am that you have been by my side through it all. Everything I’ve ever gone through, every challenge I’ve had to overcome, you’ve guided me along the way. I used to think I was undeserving of your love, but now that we both are standing here, bruised and battered by our past, I realize that it was always supposed to be this way. You and me. Forever.”

That was the night you and Kakashi shared your first kiss. The night you first held each other in a naked embrace. The night you touched the skin normally concealed under each other's clothes. The night you trailed kisses down his chest, to his stomach, his hip, and up his shaft. The night you grabbed him in your hand and stroked him while looking into his eyes. The night you felt his tongue draw across your nipples. The night you felt him suck and nibble at your neck. The night you felt his fingers, god his fingers, trace up your wet heat to rub onto your most sensitive spot. The night he held onto your hip and slid into your tenderness. The night you whispered sweet nothings in each other's ears while he pumped into you. The night you made love, four times.

It’s been a week since your mini-vacation of ultimate bliss. Immediately after arriving back to the village, you both moved out of your individual apartments and moved into the Hatake estate, per Kakashi’s request. When you asked him if this is truly what he wanted, he assured you that this was the place he wanted to make a home with you and your future children. He also liked that the estate is largely removed from the Hokage tower, where he will be spending the majority of his time in the future. Renovations are far from over, but your bedroom was the first area of the house to be set up. It’s your shared sanctuary, and to be completely honest, you’ve never felt more at home.

The only word to describe this week between you and Kakashi is passionate. Even with opposite schedules, you both make time for one another every day. You’ve been insanely busy at your new job that you acquired post-war, spearheading the mental health resource center for war veterans and shinobi still in active duty. Kakashi is busy shadowing Tsunade while she sorts out post-war rehabilitation plans for the village. This is your first day off and, unfortunately, Kakashi is out doing future Hokage duties. Though frustrating, both of you are super understanding of each other's roles in this village and you respect that time with each other may be limited in the coming years. That’s why any chance you get, you both check in on each other throughout your day. Whether it’s offering to take his ninken on a walk while he’s in the office, or him bringing you breakfast when you get to work, you find opportunities to be present in each other’s daily lives.

The evenings, however, are a whole other story. Both of you are usually home a little after eight, and you’ve adapted to having late dinners with each other. After cleaning up, the rest of the evening is spent wrapped up in each other. One thing you weren’t expecting about being with Kakashi is that he is constantly touching you when you are alone together. His hands are either on your thighs, wrapped in your hair, caressing your face, squeezing your arms, massaging your shoulders, touching your lips, or any other way he can get them on you. You crave his touch, so to say that you enjoy this side of him is an understatement. Not only does Kakashi adore touching you, he also adores being touched.

Touching leads to caressing, caressing leads to groping, and groping leads to passionate lovemaking.

Well, geez (y/n), maybe if you stopped daydreaming about Kakashi’s hands all over you then you wouldn’t be this goddamn horny.

Here’s the thing with you and Kakashi’s newfound sex life. You are in the early stages. All the sex you have is all about romance, making up for the lost time, and finally expressing your feelings with your body. It’s amazing and you wouldn’t change your lovemaking for the world.

But right now, you don’t desire lovemaking. You desire rough, animalistic, dirty, dirty sex.

The kind of sex that makes you shudder in desire and fear.

The kind of sex that makes in between your legs sore the next day.

Realizing you’ve been daydreaming for the past fifteen minutes, you close your novel shut and toss it aside. You look over at the clock on your nightstand to find that it’s almost time for Kakashi to be home. Usually, you would already be cooking something up for dinner, but you have a feeling that any food you make would just get cold. Eating is not your priority right now, Kakashi is.

A devious smile forms at your lips when you consider what you plan on doing with him when he walks through the front door. Should you take him right there? Get down on your knees and beg for him? Run a warm, candle-lit bath? Put whip cream on your tits and tell him that you’re his dinner? All great options, but none are really representative of how much you need him.

In one swift movement, you are up off your chair and running towards your closet. He could be here any minute and there’s no time to waste. Once there, you take in how disorganized your closet is. You have yet to unpack any of your clothes, as all you’ve worn the past week is your jonin uniform and your pajamas. Rummaging through the boxes sprawled out on the floor, you finally find which box you are looking for. The box looks like any other box, but written on the side in marker is the word intimates.

Bingo.

One might think you are a sex fiend with all the lingerie you own, but that is far from reality. The truth is, lingerie has always made you feel sexy. Most of all, it’s just so pretty. You love the power it gives you. You love the fact that no one knows that some days you are wearing the world’s skimpiest lingerie underneath your uniform. It’s like you have an edge on someone that they don't even realize. Also, when you did happen to end up in bed with a man, you were over-prepared. The look on their faces when you stripped off your clothes was priceless. It was your way of telling them that you expected them to want you.

There are way too many options to choose from, and you find yourself starting to panic as time passes on. You know you’re overthinking this as, honestly, Kakashi would love anything you put on. Some things you know about Kakashi are that his favorite color is blue, he loves your thighs and is obsessed with how soft your skin is. Therefore, you should obviously go for the baby blue lace and silk set. It includes a lace balconette bra, a thong connected to thigh garters, and a silk robe to go over the top. After putting it on and taking a look at yourself in the mirror, you knew you made the right choice.

Before finding a comfortable spot on the bed, you quickly grab some baby oil and rub it all over your body. The oil will allow Kakashi to slide his hands all over you effortlessly, which is exactly what you need. Satisfied, you grab your book and lay on top of your made bed. You weren’t planning on actually reading, but you think your casualness while wearing such a sexy outfit will have Kakashi’s head spinning.

So there you were, belly down, ass out, feet intertwined, book in hand, when you heard the lock click and the front door open. Perfect timing.

You could hear Kakashi kick off his shoes and take off his vest as he walked into your home. Usually, you would be standing in the kitchen where he would come and give you a warm embrace and kiss you until you told him that he has to eat dinner. But, you're not there, and you can sense his confusion.

“Where’s my babygirl?” Kakashi’s voice projects throughout the house, a hint of concern in his voice. You smile at the thought of the pout that’s probably on his face right now.

“Sorry sweetheart, I’ve been caught up in my new book. I’m in the bedroom,” you call back to him.

You hear what sounds like a sigh of relief as his footsteps make their way down your hallway in the direction of your bedroom, the sounds of pieces of his uniform dropping off of him every few steps. You make sure to keep your head turned to the door so you can take in his reaction to your state.

“Oh, the new book you got this morning? How is it? Let me guess, you already finished-”

An indescribable feeling shoots through your whole body as Kakashi enters your bedroom. He just finished pulling his mask down his face, as his hand is still caught to the fabric pooling around his neck. With a smile on your face, you soak in his expression as he’s stood in the entrance of your room, a deep blush forming on his cheeks and his mouth still agape in mid-sentence. His eyes dart back and forth from your face to the bottom of your ass that’s hanging out of your silk robe.

Damn, you really did that (y/n).

“What’s wrong, Kashi?” You say in the most innocent voice you can muster. You bat your eyelashes and flip over to sit up so he can get a good look at you. You let your book drop off the bed and land on the floor.

There’s another pause before Kakashi slowly walks towards you on the bed. Without speaking, he reaches a hand out to you. You take it and he pulls you up so you're kneeling on the bed as he stands in front of you. His dark eyes bore into yours as both of his hands drop to your thighs. Slowly, he grazes them up over your hips, your waist, up the sides of your breasts, to wrap around the back of your neck. You can feel the hairs on your skin stand in anticipation. With his hands still wrapped around you, he brings his head down to you and grazes his mouth on your jawline. From there he plants small kisses up the side of your face until he reaches your ear where he nibbles before speaking to you in a strained, low tone.

“You’re a very dangerous woman, (y/n).”

He must have felt you shudder because you could feel him smile against your cheek. Standing up straight again, Kakashi’s hands drop to the tie of your robe around your waist.

“May I?” he asks, giving you the sexiest look you’ve ever seen. Kakashi has been so effortlessly attractive since you met when you were young. Having these intimate moments with him almost seems surreal.

“Of course, Hatake,” you smile up at him.

Taking the tie in his hands, he starts to unravel the knot keeping your robe together. Once loose, he lets it fall over your shoulders and off your body completely.

After a few moments taking in the sight of you, Kakashi lets out a deep sigh and shakes his head.

“You’re so out of my league,” he confesses to you.

You let out a small giggle.

“Absolutely not,” you protest.

Without missing a beat, Kakashi grabs on to you and tosses you back on the bed so you are laying down underneath him. One of his hands wraps around the back of your head while the other cups your breast. Pulling the fabric of your bra down, he kneads your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. One of his knees lands in between your legs and he brings it up to press on to you. You can’t help the moan that escapes as you feel him all around you.

“So what’s the deal?” Kakashi teases. “I leave you alone in the house for one day and I come back to this?” He looks down at your body and back up again. “Where did you get this outfit, hm?”

“Oh baby,” you start teasing him back, “I guess one thing you don’t know about me yet is that I wear lingerie like this all the time.”

“Oh really?” he questions.

“Yep, all the time.” You smirk at what you’re about to say next. “Actually, remember that one time we were stationed together in the Earth country for a month for that S-rank assassination mission?”

Kakashi nods, confused where you’re going with this story.

“We let our guards down and almost hooked up the last night before we came back to the village.”

“I remember.”

“Well,” you pause for effect, “guess what I was wearing underneath my uniform that night?”

Kakashi remains silent, brows furrowed waiting for you. You smile at him deviously as you say your answer.

“This.”

Kakashi lets out what can only be described as an aroused, defeated groan when you utter your confession. He quickly comes back down and your mouths crash together in a heated frenzy. It isn’t until now when you realize that his bulge is hard against your leg, asking to be broken free from the confinement of his pants. While making out, you reach down and slip your hand under his waistband and grab onto his throbbing cock, stroking it in your hand. Although rock hard, the skin of his cock is soft and velvety.

Kakashi moans in your mouth when you make contact with him, but quickly escapes your grasp and gets up off of you. Sprawled out on the bed, you watch him strip down naked in front of you, starting with his shirt, then his pants and briefs. His body is truly something to marvel at, as decades of being a ninja have carved his body into perfection. You love the way his member slaps against his lower stomach when he pulls it from its confinement, excited and eager for you. He stands for a moment, contemplating what to do with you.

“I don’t want to take that pretty outfit off of you just yet. I guess I’ll just have to work around it for now,” Kakashi says as he stands at the end of the bed. Grabbing your ankles, he pulls you towards him and bends your legs upward until your knees meet your chest. Holding both of your legs up with one hand, he takes the other and spanks your ass cheek with a loud slap. You whimper from the sting while he rubs the mark he left. Kakashi sucks in another loud breath.

“Ugh, (y/n), you look so good for me.”

Before you can respond, Kakashi takes your thong and slides it over so you are exposed to him. Getting down on his knees, he brings his face to your glistening cunt and flattens his tongue against it. There he gives you one long lick up your slit to taste you. A moan erupts from him as your wetness meets his taste buds.

“You’re already so wet for me baby,” Kakashi breathes before going in to suck on you.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” you confess through your moans. “I only get this wet for you.”

“That’s because you're mine and mine only.”

Kakashi takes his time with you, almost as if this is his last meal on earth and he wants to savor it. He’s delicate in some moments and fierce in others. Incorporating his fingers, he slides them into you and curves them up to hit your g-spot repeatedly while eating you. Your hand instinctively cradles his face while the other intertwines with his silver locks. You start to feel tightness in your lower stomach as he brings you close to climax. The sound of his moans muffled inside you is enough to send you over the edge.

“Kakashi, baby, I’m gonna-”

“Come for me, baby,” Kakashi nods, giving you permission to let go.

Letting go of Kakashi, you grip onto the sheets around you, feeling the tightness build and drop out of you. Closing your eyes, the waves of ecstasy ripple throughout your body causing you to scream out in pleasure. Riding with you, Kakashi slowly continues to work you through your climax, cleaning up whatever juices spill over.

“Good girl,” He says to you while bringing your legs back down onto the bed. Slowly, he kisses up your thighs while hooking onto your thong, bringing it down off of them. While he does this, you reach around and unclasp your bra, throwing it aside. Once the thong is thrown aside as well, Kakashi lifts himself off the floor and flips you over so you're laying on your stomach, another smack landing on your ass cheek. The high from your orgasm is immediately replaced with anticipation for what he plans on doing to you next.

You feel Kakashi’s naked body slide on top of you until he's flush against your skin, his body completely enveloping yours. Once his face is level with yours, and his cock is hard against your backside, he brushes your hair away from your face.

“Are you ready for me?” Kakashi whispers into your ear.

You nod into the mattress, chest rising and falling with every strained breath.

“You need to use your words, (y/n),” Kakashi scolds you while tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I need you, Kakashi. Please, I need you.” Your words come out as a plea, not being able to take his absence any longer.

You feel Kakashi’s weight lift off of you as he reaches around your waist and lifts it up so your ass is tilted upwards. From there you can feel him position his tip at your entrance, slowly rubbing it up and down to spread your wetness.

“Please, Kashi, I need your cock inside me,” you beg.

Without further hesitation, you feel every inch of him slide into your folds until he’s bottomed out inside you. The feeling of him deep within you sends you into euphoria and you can feel yourself tighten around him.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Kakashi whispers.

Starting off slow, he pumps into you with control. You feel pleasure and pain as Kakashi kisses your neck while grabbing onto your hair. After each thrust you feel him going faster and harder, your bodies smacking against each other. To gain more leverage, he lifts off of you and brings you up onto your hands and knees. With his hand gripping your shoulder, he pumps into you with ferocity.

“For years I’ve touched myself thinking about getting to fuck you like this baby. You’re so beautiful and so good to me. Everything about your body draws me to you,” Kakashi says in between moans. You feel him start to twitch inside you, his thrusts getting more out of control. You look over your shoulder and meet his gaze.

“We deserve this baby. You deserve this. Give me everything.” You both know your words mean more than just sex, and Kakashi relishes them.

Lifting you up by your neck, Kakashi brings you toward him so you're both kneeling while he continues thrusting inside of you. He brings one hand around your front to circle your clit and the other cups your breast. Your hands lift up behind you to grab onto his face. Turning your head to him, you kiss him with every ounce of passion you have left. This new position is hitting you at your core and you can feel yourself tighten again. Kakashi must have felt it too, as he broke free from your mouth to tilt his head back in pleasure. Without exchanging words, you know you both are at your limit.

With a few last staggering thrusts, both of you reach climax in unison. Feeling yourself go limp, Kakashi wraps his arms around you to keep you steady. You feel streams of his hot semen pool inside of your contracting walls. With Kakashi’s moans singing in your ear, you can’t help but smirk at his vulnerability. With him still inside, you hold onto each other, trying to catch your breaths. After a few beats, you both begin to laugh at your exasperated states.

“Stay here, I’m going to get a towel,” Kakashi says while shifting out of you. After pulling a towel from the cupboard in your bathroom, Kakashi brings it to you and cleans up between your legs. Before you have time to move, Kakashi picks you up bridal style and spins you around in his arms.

You scream and start to laugh as he plants kisses all over your face. “Kakashi!”

“Hm?” he hums in your ear, pretending he didn’t just lift you with little to no effort.

Holding you up with one arm, he grabs a blanket off the bed and carries you to the chair in the corner of your room. There he sits down and places you sideways on his lap so you’re facing each other. He then takes the blanket and wraps it around you both so you can stay warm while cuddling each other. Kakashi has always had a knack for knowing exactly what you want at any given moment.

“I thought we could get some inspiration for our next round,” Kakashi says with a smirk as he pulls out a copy of Icha Icha Tactics from underneath the cushion.

“What? How did that get there?” you laugh.

“Oh, I have multiple copies of these everywhere,” he jokes, waving the book in the air.

You laugh and lightly hit his chest. Tucking the blanket up closer to your face, you lay your head down on Kakashi’s shoulder while he flips open to a page in the book.

Before he starts to read to you, Kakashi lifts your chin to kiss you. Every time your lips touch his, flashes of your joint past enters your mind. Although it was hard, and you faced many difficult trials on the way, you are forever thankful that you were both able to live long enough to experience these moments. You took care of each other, lifted each other up when they were in the dirt, and now you can finally share the love you’ve always held for each other. You wouldn’t change any of it. After your kiss, before pulling away from you, Kakashi looks deep into your eyes.

“I love you, (y/n).”

You smile up at him, tears brimming in your eyes.

“I love you too, Kakashi. Forever.”

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A/n cont.: Well, whattdaya think? :)