#so this is 1.2k. uh. oops

[dukethomas]

duke? i know next to nothing about him and i'm curious <3

oh boy oh boy oh boy !!!!!!!! thank you for asking i love talking about duke

one aspect i love about them: i could list a million things rn but how about. this sense of personal responsibility that is both a strength and a vice for him but in a way unique to the "great power comes great responsibility" model of heroics. duke feels like he has this responsibility to better the world, he feels responsible for his loved ones and ppl he deems under his care, but not because he's uniquely special. instead he feels like it's something everyone owes the community. he monologues abt how you can make that choice, to choose to do good or inflict evil. he holds bruce to this personally--confronting him about using his amnesia to ignore his responsibilities as batman. he has the weight of the world on his shoulders and don't get me wrong he isolates himself like crazy and tries to tackle it all alone but it's because he believes this is just what everyone should be doing. he doesn't view himself as particularly special or powerful, this is just his job. his calling !!!

the rest of the answers under the cut bc i talked a lot

one aspect i wish more people understood about them: there's a lot of really obvious answers that i'm going to skip over bc they've been said to death. instead i think i'm going to say i wish ppl understood he's not like. the mentally healthy bat. when he's not doing so hot and crumbling under the weight he has put on his own shoulders he self isolates he gets snappy and bitchy and closed off he gets into fights he gets self destructive. he's allergic to asking for help. and also he is very frequently in a bad place because he's a teenager that's what they do + in comic time he goes through like. a traumatic event every month. his status quo is constantly changing because of the nature of comics but in universe that means the longest, most stable period he's had in a while is, like, the year he spent training with bruce wayne, inflictor of mental illnesses. come on now

one (or more) headcanons i have about this character: i will elaborate on this in a post sometime but i believe his powers are about potential. snyder lore posits that metahumans somehow are created by nth metal. proximity to nth metal sparks duke's powers in a snyder comic, and duke himself is a snyder creation, so i figure this implies duke has a unique connection to nth metal. which is where i believe his meta amplification comes from in batman and the signal, another snyder comic. maybe if i read more of the snyder lore than just the duke parts i'd understand it more.

regardless, this connection to the source of metahumans could mean a million things but in line with the themes in we are robin about choice, i think it indicates great potential in duke. also, in alternate futures for duke--tales from the dark multiverse & urban legends #8-9 outsiders story--his powers have increased substantially in different directions. in the dark multiverse, his first canonical powers are amplified so much he has to actively suppress them or else he. can't see. but also those powers fuel him with one key thing that leads him to be the last survivor of the multiverse, which is his hope. and then in urban legends, future duke is just a badass who is a powerful mage???? which is something duke becomes, once again, to survive the way the world becomes. taking from a canon example, ra's and ishmael are able to invert duke's powers entirely, giving him his umbrakinesis. literally what other meta can this happen to!! anyways, my headcanon is that because of his inherent connection to the source of metahumans, his great power lies in the potential to become whatever he needs to be to keep fighting the good fight. whatever he needs to be to keep trying to make the world better. i think in the canon timeline, where the future will never become desolate, where duke will never become so desperate, he won't need to unlock his full potential, and he wouldn't choose to, because he's not that kind of guy. but the potential simmers under his skin, waiting for when he does need it. when he chooses it.

one character i love seeing them interact with: how do i choose one. i'm going to speed run a bunch of them. cass & duke are genuinely such supportive sibs like they back each other up it's so nice to read!! my besties!!! bruce & duke is interesting in the way duke comes from the era where they start pushing the fanon batfamily more, and so you get a bruce that does seem more supportive, and it really is bruce's healthiest relationship w a mentee bc he 1) positively reinforces duke 2) has never beat him up nor tried to. low low bar. but you can still see. bruce harps on how duke's the future of heroism. how he is going to lead the way, how he's "something different." and he pushes duke, and trains duke personally and assigns him day shift and puts him on the outsiders. and duke feeds into that by insisting the mission IS bruce's responsibility. they make each other worse is what i'm saying. jeff & duke are fun for opposite reasons, because jeff believes in duke just as much but also can intervene and stop duke when needed. just a nice positive relationship with an authority figure for duke it's nice :D

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more: pipe dream. renee. i have a very self indulgent au draft where duke becomes renee's mentee instead through sheer stubborn force of will and she is so annoyed with him all the time and also after the 5th or 6th time this teenager tracks you down as you work various cases you get a little fond. she'd never say that to him though are you kidding he'd get worse and more annoying. mainline renee and duke could have a fun detective story as well i think as two ppl with very different ways of operating who use their individual strengths to solve the mystery and also throws in juxtaposition of the ways their depressions manifest in there or smth. my other answer that doesn't throw my 2 dc faves together is duke meets anissa and jen pierce i think that could be fun!! jeff introduces them and then regrets it. also i wish damian and duke talked more after robin war the post-robin war dynamic that lives in my brain is great

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character: going to keep this one short bc i've said so much already. i headcanon the narrows as a large neighborhood in gotham and park row/crime alley as a smaller, really well-known part of that neighborhood, to avoid having 2 worst neighborhoods in gotham. anyways this means jason and duke grew up in the same neighborhood and oh boy do they rip each other a new one for that. half the time their convos are incomprehensible to non-narrows residents bc it's just insults from coming from opposite sides of the neighborhood and those insults are very narrows-specific. jason texts duke during the climax battle in batman and the signal and goes "how tf did you let narrows go to shit your first day. i wouldn't have let this happen. crime alley kids are just built different ig"

[satoruxx]

pairing: toji fushiguro x reader | 1.2k words summary: boyfriend!toji again, fluff, soft!toji, grumpy x sunshine, that obligatory sick fic, bickering, affectionate scolding, pet names, this is very self-indulgent !! rheya's note: had this written for so long and never posted it oops !! but yeah resident grump worrying over his fav what's new?

toji knows something is off as soon as he steps into his apartment. he comes to the conclusion almost immediately, because he isn’t greeted like he normally is when he comes home.

normally, he’ll push the door open and you’ll trip over yourself as you stand from the couch, a giddy smile on your face as you jump into his arms. and being the asshole that he is, toji never hesitates to grumble about it, clicking his tongue as he says things along the lines of “dammit kid one day i won’t catch you” or “jeez baby let me get in the house” or something similar. but despite all that his hands will still be attached to you, rubbing your back as he smothers an amused chuckle against your hair.

but not today. today he’s greeted by quiet and emptiness—a clear lack of you. he had opened the door ready to catch you in his arms, but all he can do is raise a brow at the silence. as much as he normally complains about it, this absence makes his gut churn. he pushes all that aside, more concerned than anything as he drops his jacket onto the couch and heads for the bedroom.

toji is nothing if not observant, paranoid as his eyes dart from corner to corner of the small apartment. it’s ingrained into him—this fear that his past will come back to haunt him and take you away in the most brutal way imaginable. but he tries to ignore that, continuing to head down the hall until he pushes the bedroom door open.

his shoulders drop in relief, seeing you laying on your stomach, face buried in the pillows, and he lets out a sigh. he sees you shift a little, signaling that you’re awake, so he takes a few steps forward.

toji climbs onto the bed and lays down next to you, dropping a heavy arm over your back. “what’s wrong?”

“don’t feel good,” you answer back. toji’s brows furrow, and he manages to push his free palm against your forehead. heat pulses against his skin, and his frown deepens.

“the fuck did you do to yourself?” he asks, not unkindly but still stern—you can only glare at him hazily.

“it’s not my fault!”

“uh huh,” toji rolls his eyes, threading his fingers through your sweaty hair and pushing it back from your forehead. “so me telling you to put some layers on when you go out in the cold has nothing to do with this?”

you huff, face heating under his pointed stare, and all you can do is shove his hand away, before pathetically burying your face into the sheets again. “shut up.”

“don’t be a brat.” toji lets out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head indulgently. “it’s your fault for not listening to me.”

“if you’re just gonna lecture me, go away,” you complain, cheek pressed into the pillow. toji snorts, though his hand rubs what you assume to be soothing circles on your back.

“who’s gonna make sure your dumbass doesn’t get into more trouble?”

another indignant huff, and toji only chuckles. “alright c’mon kid. let’s get you in better shape, yeah?” he grunts, looping his arm around your waist and tugging you up. you immediately protest, whining out a plethora of curses attached to his name, and he rolls his eyes. “okay, alright shut up.”

he maneuvers your body into sitting position, leaning you up against the pillows and pulling the blankets up with furrowed brows—meticulous in a way that he is only with very few things.

“you eat anything today?” he asks, still fussing over the blankets, and you gulp quietly. one look and toji’s frown grows deeper. “kid.” the word comes out stressed, like a scolding, and you wince.

“i didn’t feel like it,” you groan, trying not to wilt under his pointed glare.

“don’t care,” he huffs. “your body needs energy, stupid.”

“rude,” you mutter, crossing your arms and toji rolls his eyes.

“whine all you want—“ he stands up, rolling his neck until he hears a satisfying crack. “—still gonna make you eat something. soup okay?”

you don’t want to admit how tempting it sounds, so with an unrelenting amount of stubbornness you glare at him. “fine.”

his lips quirk upward into a smug little grin, and you try to refrain from throwing something at him. he pats your leg. “alright.”

he heads into the kitchen, leaving you to your thoughts. you hear the occasional sounds of cooking and utensils and before long, the comforting smell of soup wafts through the apartment. you try not to show toji how your mouth is watering when he walks back in, a bowl in his palm.

“here,” he grunts, propping a knee onto the bed that dips under his weight. “eat up, doll.”

you sigh, already hating the feeling of the cool sheets when you move even slightly to reach for it.

“you gonna make me spoon feed you?” toji’s brow quirks—smug, and obviously amused.

“i can do it myself thank you—” you try to take the bowl from him with a glare but he raises it out of your reach and clicks his tongue.

“will y’just let me do this one thing for you, jeez,” he complains, glaring down his nose at you.

you cross your arms with a huff, tone going slightly apologetic. “i feel bad—”

“why the fuck do you feel bad?” he asks sharply, eyes narrowed and confused and caught off guard like you’ve said the most out of pocket thing.

“because—” you stress, throwing your hands up miserably. “you were out on these crazy missions—probably tired as hell. and instead of relaxing you have to come home and take care of me because i was too stupid to look after myself.”

toji groans, putting the bowl on the bedside table before sitting on the bed completely. “kid,” he says emphatically, taking your face in his palms firmly. “how many times do i need to tell you this? i don’t mind lookin’ out for you.”

“yeah but—”

“no shut up,” he snaps, an exasperated sigh escaping his lips. “you always worry about bothering me or inconveniencing me or some other crap like that. i’m telling you—don’t.”

his thumbs gently press into the apples of your cheeks, and your lips part under his pointed gaze.

“i like doin’ shit for you, okay? ‘n takin’ care of you when you’re sick? that’s nothing.” his lips tug into a lopsided smirk. “who else is gonna look out for you anyway?”

you purse your lips, throat going tight because toji rarely talks like this—so honestly open. and though you’re sure that many people out there would say he’s harsh and mean and not good for you, it’s things like this that prove how wrong they are.

“what’s wrong? did i break your brain?” toji asks, reaching up to knock his knuckle against your head, and you huff out a laugh, pushing his arm away.

“shut up,” you mutter, falling into his chest heavily. he chuckles, low and throaty as he pats your back.

“you up for eating now?” you can feel him reaching for the bowl, and you smile against him, pressing your face further into his warmth because toji will always be nothing but safe for you.

“in a minute,” you answer, looping your arms around his waist. he sighs, shaking his head but he doesn’t say anything else.

but you think you can feel him smile against your hair as he drops a chaste kiss to your forehead—you don’t tell him that though.

[jaelvr]

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Prompts ; 12. “Ow! What did I do this time?!” + 35. “If anything happens to me, remember that I’ll always love you.”

Pairing : spiderman! Mark x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : fluff

Word count : 1.2k

Warnings : mutual feelings, friends to lovers, idol au, fluff, slightly ooc

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"Holy shit dude!" you murmured, eyes widening as you took in the scene, your best friend had just swung through his window. You had been sitting in his room, scribbling away at his desk while you waited for him to get home when he'd swung through the window - no, wait, spiderman had swung through the window. As soon as Spiderman turned, his expression went from confused to shocked and a slight blush spread its way across his cheeks once the reality of the situation set in. His hands shook out of nervousness and slight panic as he thought about every decision he’d made that led him here. He cleared his throat before finally speaking. “um…” he mumbled.

"You're Spiderman?!" you gasped, letting out a nervous laugh as you stood up. “yeah…” He sighed and looked away, then back at you. he crossed his arms and tried to stand up straighter. though he was the one doing the whole superhero shtick, he still lacked confidence when talking to you. “I guess you know now.” His hands fidgeted with his suit’s sleeves as he spoke. "Do the others know? Does Hyuck know?" you rambled, standing in front of him as you looked at his suit. "How does it work?-" You continued, getting excited and not noticing his slightly overwhelmed expression.

“Wait slow down- no, Hyuck doesn’t know. most people don’t. and uh…” Mark took a breath to focus and gather his thoughts. he didn’t think he’d have to really explain any of the superhero business to you. He was really nervous about what you were thinking right now. “uh, how does what work?” He asked, trying to keep up with all the questions you were throwing at him. "Sorry, I'm uh..I'm probably overwhelming you right now." you apologised sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck. “Nah, it’s fine….” he chuckled nervously and fidgeted with his fingers. Mark didn’t get nervous around anyone but he was always nervous around you. “So… do you think I’m weird now?” he wondered, slightly anxious about your reaction.

"Weird? Mark, my best friend is Spiderman! Do you know how cool that is?" you gushed, cheeks a gentle pink and a massive grin on your face. “R-really? you’re fine with it and don’t think I’m some weirdo?” The way he spoke implied that people he knew before would react differently, hence the nervousness. “You’re not gonna think of me differently now? like, you’re still gonna want to hang out with me?” he wondered in disbelief. "Mark, nothing could stop me from hanging out with you." you assured gently, sitting on his bed.

His heart melted. Mark could never truly put into words how much it meant to him to have someone like you in his life. You never thought he was odd, or a weirdo. You liked him for the person that he was inside. The superhero stuff was just a bonus. he stepped forward and sat beside you. “seriously? you mean it? you’re not going to treat me any differently now that you know?” Mark mumbled hesitantly, unsure of your response. "You're still the same Mark Lee, right?" you teased gently, cupping his face. “I mean yeah…” he looked down at your hand touching his face, a tinge of blush crept to his cheeks. after a few more seconds, he looked back up at you. “but I’m a superhero now. Doesn’t that make me cooler or something?”

"You've always been cool to me." you murmured, caressing his cheek. “you’re going to make me cry.” his cheeks were fully flushed and his heart was racing. Mark was more in love with you than usual. If he could, he would’ve kissed you right now. but he was too shy and knew that if he did it now, it would be super cheesy. "You're still gonna come to our movie nights right? And you're not too cool for cuddles?" you teased gently, a small smile on your face as you looked at him and your cheeks heating up. he chuckled. You definitely caught him off guard. “yeah, I'm not gonna just stop hanging out with you because I'm a superhero. and no, I'll never be too cool for cuddles.” he took one of your hands and rubbed his thumb over your wrist, smiling softly.

"… I missed you." you admitted gently, resting your head on his shoulder. “I missed you too….” he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer to him. His fingers found a way into your hair, running through the strands lovingly. Mark was thankful for this moment, this moment of comfort, but he also wanted more. "promise you'll try and be careful out there?" you muttered, playing with his hand. “I promise I'll be the most careful I can be.” his hand tightened on yours as if to reassure you. Mark was grateful for this conversation. that now, you were fully aware of what he did during his spare time, you were worried for him. and he felt thankful that you cared about his well being. He leaned his head onto yours, pressing his forehead to yours. “If anything happens to me, remember that I’ll always love you.”

A small smile settled on your face, your cheeks heating up and your heart rate speeding up at the unexpected confession of reciprocated feelings. You let out a soft chuckle before gently punching his arm, forehead still against his. “Ow! What did I do this time?!” Mark playfully shoved you back, giving you a teasing glare, though his blush grew in the process. He thought back to a few times throughout the day when he’d caught you staring at him with a soft smile. Mark could’ve sworn you were flirting, but he didn’t know for certain. At that exact moment, he wanted to ask you, but he was too nervous. "Don't joke about stuff like that!" you pouted, sending him a soft smile. "I'm serious, Mark Lee. I can't lose you."

His heart started hammering. there was a chance. a chance that you were serious about all this, all this flirting, all this… the thought of it being true made him weak in the knees. he cleared his throat and spoke while still looking at your lips. ”Okay, but, what if I told you I felt the same way?” Mark answered back, deciding to take the chance. "then I'd tell you to kiss me right now." you responded, lips brushing against his. his breath caught in his throat as your lips brushed against his. All his self-control escaped him and his lips met yours, his grip on your waist tightening as he pulled you even closer, kissing you back enthusiastically. After a few moments, his breath was heavy and he was practically panting. Mark let go of you and looked away, his cheeks very flushed. He tried to get himself together. “…so, uh…” he started.

He didn't get a chance to speak before he was tugged into another kiss, a smirk plastered on his face as he felt your hands tangle in his hair. Mark's eyes fluttered close once your lips were against his once more. His hands went back to your waist and his arms wrapped around you once again, pulling you into a tight embrace as he kissed you back. His lips moved with yours in tandem, kissing you over and over. Mark's heart beat faster as the seconds passed by, but he couldn't stop because he didn’t want to get off of this high.

This beautiful high.

[lomlkenji]

༊*·˚ helping hand | luke patterson

summary : luke helps you with your outfit !! with a little suprise on the side :))

warnings : fluff!! mutual pining, mentions of nudity & luke stealing some money oops

word count : 1.2k ish

author's note: so sorry if there's typos,, my eyes are PFFT <//3

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This rarely ever happens. You always know what to wear based on your mood, the colour schemes, accessories, even what fragrance to use.

But today, something was off. You have no idea what to put on and you're already behind schedule, you should be eating breakfast right now.

You were standing at the edge of your bed, staring at the variety of clothes. With some eliminated, it came down to a total of six tops, three pants, and four jackets.

You were only in your bra and underwear, seeing that you were putting on and taking off clothes every two seconds. And a sudden a whip of air came, startling you.

"Need help?" a familiar voice sounded.

You turn around and let out a shriek as you move to grab your towel from the bed, wrapping it around yourself.

"Sorry!" Luke exclaimed as he quickly turned around.

You caught a glimpse of his rosy blush cheeks, making you chuckle. Carefully, you took a white tank top that was on the floor and some shorts putting it on.

"You can turn around now."

Luke slowly faced you, peaking his eyes open. And when he realised you were decent he let out a relieved sigh. You laughed at his shyness and turned around, continuing to look for an outfit, also to hide your burning cheeks.

"Sorry." he voice cracked, which made the boy blushed even more. He cleared his throat and spoke more clearly "Sorry."

You chuckled, "What are you doing here?" you asked, glancing at him.

He walked closer to you and shrugged his shoulders. "I was downstairs with Julie and the others but you weren't there, so I figured I'd check on you. You know if anything bad happened." he explained, keeping his gaze on his shoes.

You shyly smiled at his words and glanced at Luke. The sight of him alone is making your heart flutter.

"You said you wanted to help?"

Luke's eyes widened as stuttered his sentence, "Uh- yeah. I'm not that good at fashion but I can make things work."

You smirked and sat down at the edge of the bed. "Well, do your magic kind sir." you teased, motioning to the piles of clothes.

Luke beamed at you and started rummaging through the pile of clothes — quite difficulty you might add.

As his focus was on styling you, your focus was on him

His hands and bicep to be exact.

I wonder how his hands would feel wrapped around my nec-

"Ugh!" Luke groaned, cutting you from your unholy thoughts. You internally slapped yourself for thinking about him like that.

Someone who you can't even touch.

Why does he have to be such a damn attractive ghost? you thought.

You cleared your throat, focusing back at what he was doing. He had successfully picked out some light blue jeans, a lavender crop top, pairing it with a leather jacket.

"There! You like it?" he nervously looked at you, waiting for your reaction.

Your face broke out into a big grin, "I love it!" you thought about hugging him but abruptly stopped remembering that, well, you can't. You sighed trying to keep your disappointment unnoticed, "Yeah okay, I'm gonna change."

“Cool.”

"Do you mind?" you snickered.

"Oh! Yeah! I'm so sorry! I'll see you when you get back!" he rambled, turning bright red. His hands went to his pocket and his eyes widening a little, "Wait, before I forget,"

You furrowed your eyebrows when you saw him taking something out of his pocket.

"Can you close your eyes?" he asked, flashing you a nervous smile.

He has been feeling that a lot around you. Nervous. His unbeating heart felt like its beating faster and he can't figure out why.

When he asked Alex and Reggie, they told him that he has a crush and that stuck with him since.

Does he have a crush?

You look at him hesitantly before doing what he told you to. You couldn't feel Luke's warmth behind you, but you know that he's there and that made your cheeks heat up. You felt a cold metal chain on your neck making your hand instinctively go up to touch it.

"Open 'em." Luke whispered.

You opened your eyes, immediately looking down at your neck. There is a silver half crescent moon necklace dangling on your skin. You adjusted your hair and looked at the necklace in awe.

"Did you steal this?"

"Definitely not! I left the guy five dollars!" he stared at you with fake hurt eyes. A small smile rested on his lips when he saw you admiring the necklace. He spent fifteen minutes trying to pick up the necklace alone because of his nervousness.

"And where did you get the five dollars?" you asked cheekily, hands on your hips.

"Stole it from Bobby." he muttered under his breath. Logically speaking, some of it, is his money too, considering Bobby stole his songs.

You laughed before smiling fondly at him. Your heart beats like crazy as you rest your hand on top of the little present. "Thank you, Luke. I love it."

His eyes meet yours, "Yeah, yeah it was no problem." he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

The sudden sound of someone clearing their throat snapped you both out of your daze.

"You ready?" Julie asked, smirking. She knows damn well about the crush you have on Luke and it seems to be mutual.

You rolled your eyes playfully at her teasing tone, "Be there in five I promise." you scurried to the bed picking up the clothes.

Julie's smirk turned into a full blown smile, when she noticed how they both have similar looks thrown to each other. "Fine. Luke can you.. "

Luke caught on to what she was requesting, "Oh yeah of course. See you guys later!" he waved, smiling at you guys before poofing away.

You had to bit your lip from the huge grin that was about to form on your lips.

"So... " Julie started as she crossed her arms. It's nice seeing you happy but that doesn't mean that she's not going to tease you about it.

"Get out." you quickly cut her off, knowing exactly what she was gonna talk about.

She giggled but left your room and shut the door.

You let out a breath and flopped onto bed, quietly squealing when you touched the necklace around your neck. Sitting back up, you glanced at the clothes Luke picked. You can feel your heart thumping in your chest thinking about him.

When Luke poofed back to the garage, he was practically glowing. Radiating with happiness as your smile engraved in his mind.

He definitely has a crush.

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[runningfrom2am]

not even a little bit

summary: rafe begs for another shot, but you didn't even know you gave him one at all.

pairing: rafe x fem!reader

wc: 1.2k

tags/warnings: a little bit of swearing, arguing, fake dating trope (oops) jealous!rafe

a/n: this is for day four of obx week!! day four: second chances w/ rafe! i'm honestly surprised i kept it pretty short for this once considering i mostly write for rafe anyways lol.

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getting off work and shielding your head from the pouring rain with a sweater as you walk down the street, you are just looking forward to getting home after the long day. you were about to turn the corner onto your street when you hear tires come to a stop behind you, seeing headlights, and hearing a car door slam, followed by a voice calling your name.

"y/n, hey! can we talk?" you quickly attribute the voice to rafe, turning and furrowing your brow.

"rafe?" you ask, adjusting the sweater you're holding over your head.

"hop in, i'll drive you home." he offers, though he's already walking towards you.

you shake your head, fully facing him now. "i'm good." you turn him down, turning on your heel to continue your walk.

"no, wait! i need to talk to you. just give me like, a minute. please." rafe pleads, making you stop in your tracks.

"okay." you sigh, turning back for a second time. "what do you want to talk about, rafe?" you gesture for him to continue.

"okay, uh, shit- alright..." he mutters to himself, reaching up and rubbing his forehead with his palms. "i'm sorry- i know i fucked everything up, okay? but i'm sorry, it's just been eating me up and i can't sleep, i can't eat, i can't do anything without you. please, i need you to forgive me."

your jaw could hit the floor. "rafe- what on earth are you talking about?" you ask. you had never been together, not really.

"what do you mean?" rafe asks, genuine hurt behind his tone. suddenly, you're rethinking everything.

you could feel the scheme of your fake relationship coming to a head at this party rafe was throwing. that was his whole plan, after all, that he wanted you on his hip to make his ex jealous. it had been working, you could see it in the way she was glaring at you. you stood up straighter to whisper in his ear, only telling him you were going to get a drink before leaving his side with a brush of his arm.

in the kitchen, you grab another cooler and crack it open, taking a sip and leaning back against the counter. it was good to catch a breather from the show you felt like you were putting on. you wanted to help rafe, he was one of your best friends, but it was hard for you. particularly, hard for you to be on the receiving end of his affections knowing that it all meant nothing. you hadn't known what you were missing, really.

"y/n, hey." you look over as a taller boy walks up to you. he was one of sarah's friends, a year or so younger than you.

"oh, hi." you smile. "it's jj, right?"

"in the flesh." he nods, leaning against the counter next to you.

"i didn't expect to see any of sarah's friends here." you tell him, wanting to make conversation.

"yeah, well, i don't feel like i belong- but a party is a party." he shrugs, taking a sip of his beer.

"fair enough." you giggle. "i'm the same. not super comfortable."

"then come sit with us." jj offers, leaning in so you can hear him over the loud music. "i'd like to spend more time with you."

you turn to look at him, and it isn't lost on you that his eyes fall to your lips. there's hardly anyone around, and you know that what is going on with rafe isn't real- so realistically, you have nothing to lose. while you think it over, jj is already leaning in.

before your lips touch, you're startled by rafe practically storming into the kitchen. "hey! who even let you in, pogue?" he spits at jj, quickly pulling you away. over rafe's shoulder, you can see his ex standing there, jealous eyes hardly leaving his frame.

"rafe! are you joking right now?" you blush, trying to pry your arm from his grip. "we were just talking..."

rafe looks between you and jj quickly, who is raising his hands defensively. "hey man, yeah. i was just asking how she was."

"no- i know what i saw." rafe shakes his head, eyes landing on you again. "and i know how you are." he looks at you with disgust, like you genuinely had done something wrong.

"whatever, rafe." you sigh, faking that you've lost your patience, ripping your arm away from him and pacing out of the kitchen, dragging jj with you.

you thought that fight had been fake, a show put on for his ex to display that he was very suddenly single again- but suddenly you don't think that it was.

"i..." you hesitate on what to say next. "you didn't do anything wrong." you tell him, confusion crossing his features.

"i did. i shouldn't have yelled at you, i didn't mean to get so angry, i just couldn't control it- alright?" he takes a few strides closer to you.

"it didn't bother me." you say reassuringly.

"don't lie to me, y/n. please- i've got so much going on right now i don't have time for you to bullshit me, okay?" he's angry now, and you're confused.

"i thought it was fake! i thought i was supposed to do that- i could see her watching us, i thought you would want an excuse to be 'single' again!" you raise your voice at him. you know it's the only way he'll listen.

"that's why you kissed him?"

"i didn't k-" you stop yourself, closing your eyes and taking a breath as you hold your hand up for him to wait. "i didn't kiss him, but if i had, that would have been why. yes." you lie, knowing that it was an intoxicated version of you's attempt to quell the feelings you had for the boy standing in front of you.

"and that's it?" rafe asks, clearly skeptical. "you didn't want to? not even a little bit?"

"no, rafe." you sigh, crossing your arms and abandoning any hope you had of staying dry. "i was trying to help you."

"listen- i just... it made me sick." he says through gritted teeth, running his hand through his hair again. "i can't even describe what it felt like to watch you be close to him- it just made me so angry and i'm sorry i grabbed you and that i took it the wrong way."

an apology from rafe cameron was not something you had on your bingo card from this year, but here you are.

"i just need another chance. a real chance. i won't fuck it up this time." he says, pleading eyes boring into you as his hair once again sticks to his forehead from the rain.

"wait, you're actually asking me out?"

"that's what i said, isn't it?"

you pause for a moment, not giving him a chance to see the smile forming on your lips while you close the space between you, grabbing his face and standing up on your toes to kiss him. this time it was real- not calculated to be seen by all the right people at the right time, it was honest. and it felt so, so much better than that as he grabbed your waist, pulling on your shirt to get you closer.

the rain soaking your hair and ruining your makeup didn't bother you anymore. not even a little bit.

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[notsoattractivearenti]

Happy Anniversary (Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader) 🔞

WC: 1.2K

Warnings: SMUT, cursing, slight mention of alcohol, cyber sex, mutual masturbation, explicit descriptions. MINORS DNI

A/N: This is the first smut I've ever written! I've tried writing another smut before but I couldn't finish it lol. This one may be terrible so apologies in advance lol please be nice. But I hope you all enjoy it love to hear your thoughts through ask/reply/reblog! Feedbacks are highly appreciated!

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You and Christian have been in a relationship for 3 years now, and because you two currently live in two different countries you both have to go through long distance most of the time. Today was your 3rd anniversary and usually, on your anniversary you would have anniversary sex. This year however, because you were still quite busy at work and Christian still had training in London, you couldn’t see each other in person for at least two more weeks. But since none of you wanted to miss the “tradition”, you two finally decided on doing it via video call instead.

Before the action, you and Christian had dinner together through video call as well. You had been in the mood all day, so while you were cooking your own dinner you already put on your black lace lingerie – which he loves so much – underneath a satin robe. He called right after you finished setting up your table.

You picked up the call and his face appeared on your laptop screen.

“Hey you!” He excitedly waved at you. “Happy anniversary, baby!”

“Happy anniversary honey!” You waved back and blew him a kiss.

“Sorry we had to do this online,” you apologized, “but I’m glad it’s happening.”

“Why apologize?” He asked. “Y/N, all I care about is seeing you...”

You smiled at him. “Ah, aren’t you the sweetest boyfriend.”

“Plus, I’ve been thinking about you... A lot...” He smirked. “Especially in the night time...”

“Christian!” You playfully gasped. “Calm your ass down! We still have dinner to finish beforehand!”

He laughed. “Sorry, I’m just too excited!”

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After dinner, you two continued talking for a while until he asked you about it.

“Y/N, do you uh... Want to do it now?”

“Yes.” You nodded. “Let me finish my wine first.”

“Great, cyber sex here we come! Oops, no pun intended,” he said jokingly.

You snorted when you heard him saying that, you could feel the wine almost came out through your nose. Right after you emptied your glass, you moved to the bedroom.

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Now sitting on your bed, you positioned your laptop and got comfortable.

“Okay Christian, let’s do this.” You told him.

You two started talking dirty to each other to set the mood.

“I’ve missed you... And your smoking hot body.”

“I’ve missed you so much, Christian. I miss having your body on mine.”

“My cock has been longing for your pussy...” he groaned.

“My pussy is already wet for you, my love.” You teased him.

“Fuck...” he hissed. “Now, tell me what to do, Y/N.”

“Uh... Take off your clothes, Chris. But leave your underwear on.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

As he took off his shirt and pants, you couldn’t stop staring at his arm-sleeve tattoos and another tattoo on his chest. His tattoos are so attractive for you, sometimes you could get turned on by them.

“Christian...” You suddenly lost your words – you were drooling over his almost-naked body.

“Your turn, love.” He said. “Show me what’s underneath that robe. Take it off, baby.”

As you slowly removed your robe, you heard him let out a slight moan. “Oh, Y/N... You’re such a tease.”

“I want to tear that lingerie off... Fuck you’re so sexy. Just take it off now, I can’t wait any longer.” He demanded.

“As you wish.”

You removed your lingerie as he watched, he bit his bottom lip and moaned loudly. 

His eyes lingered on your naked body. “You are so fucking beautiful, princess.”

You then touched your breasts and suggestively asked him, “what do you want me to do with them?”

“Play them for me, baby.” He eagerly suggested.

You started squeezing your breasts, then rubbing your areolas before you moved to your nipples. You felt the arousal was building up within you, you closed your eyes and moaned.

“Mmmm baby... I want to lick and bite those nipples.” 

As he watched you play with your nipples, he started rubbing his bulge.

You saw how he was going to remove his underwear, but you didn’t want him to.

“Do not fucking take off your underwear until I say so, Chris.” You commanded.

“Baby, please! Just let my dick be free!” He desperately begged.

You could clearly see his big, hard bulge – his penis was ready to come out. Even so, you wanted to make him wait a little longer – it was fun to see him that impatient.

“Not yet, honey.”

“Y/N... you’re killing me!” He whined.

Ignoring his whining, you slid your hand down to your vulva.

“I’m going to move the party downstairs...”

“About time,” he said as he licked his lips, “show me that pussy.” 

You moved your laptop a bit further then spread your legs in front of the camera.

He gulped the moment he saw your vagina. “Fuck, I’ve missed you a lot.”

As you gently rub your vulva, you finally let Christian remove his underwear.

“Take your briefs off, baby, I need to see your cock.” 

He quickly removed his underwear, and you gasped as you see his fully-erect penis.

“Oh hello there,” you jokingly greeted his penis, “sorry to keep you waiting for so long.”

You started touching and rubbing your clit gently in circular motion with your index finger, gradually changing your pace. Your moan got louder and louder as you felt the arousal was gotten more intense. 

As he watched you pleasuring yourself, he started jerking off.

“Yeah, baby, moan for me.” 

You made more sound and it drove him crazy.

Moving from your clit, you started slid one finger into your vagina slowly. As you felt your vagina getting wetter, you slid one more finger into it.

“Get those fingers deeper baby...”

You started moving your fingers deeper and faster.

“Oh fuck, Chris,” you whimpered, “I’m so wet...”

“Mmhm, I see that,” he hissed. “I want a taste so badly...”

You slid out your fingers and put them on your mouth – you knew he’d lose his mind seeing you doing that. “Mmm, my pussy tastes amazing, baby.”

“Shit...” he groaned. “I love what you’re doing to me.”

You went back to fingering yourself – you started doing the come-hither motion and it got you moaned even louder.

The louder you were, the faster his hand moved. His hand twisted the head of his penis, making him moan harder.

“Fuck, Y/N, I want to fuck you so bad.”

You started experiencing a tingling sensation. “Fuck, ohh... I’m close...” You stuttered.

“Cum for me princess...”

Your eyes rolled back, your toes curled, your thighs were shaking – the loudest moan just left your mouth. You were drowning in pleasure.

Enjoying the show, his hand squeezed his penis even harder and he could feel he was really close to orgasm.

“Ah- baby... I’m about to cum,” he murmured.

As orgasm hit, he squeezed his eyes shut and let his cum out all over the sheets – the feeling was so intense.

“Oh,” he was panting, “that was fucking amazing.”

You were still catching your breath – unable to talk, it had been a while since you experienced an orgasm as amazing as that. 

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“I’m counting the day until I see you, Y/N, so I can fuck you in person.” He smirked.

“I can’t wait.” You winked. “Happy anniversary, Christian.”

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[kazumiwrites-fanfiction]

Calling Them With a Nickname/-chan Honorific

SUMMARY: Basically the title; calling various Tokyo Revengers characters with the -chan honorific (and a nickname, sometimes) WORD COUNT: 1.2k

WARNINGS: Angst in Kazutora (oops), Hanma being a flirty bastard, you being flustered in like half of them, you being hella confident in the other half, generally just fluff, fluff, flustered guys, probably OOC.

CHARACTERS (Because there are a lot): Mikey/Sano Manjiro, Draken/Ryuguji Ken, Baji Keisuke, Matsuno Chifuyu, Hanemiya Kazutora, Mitsuya Takashi, Hanma Shuji, Shiba Hakkai, and Kisaki Tetta (phew that’s a lot-)

A/N: I dunno I keep jokingly calling the characters in Tokyo Revengers -chan to show affection for them (totally not to make fun). And I thought I should share my thoughts on how they would react to you all (lol). Some of them, it's by accident, and some you know exactly what you're doing lmao- Also, you aren't dating in these, just friends (crushes??). Sometimes (like half of the time) it's a nickname paired with chan because that's cute lol- A/N Part 2: Hope they aren't like super ooc?? Lmao- oops- I mean I don't know a lot of them that well so- I tried by reading a bunch of fanfics (lol) A/N Part 3: Kisaki is scary- Like I don't know what you guys are talking about, I wasn't able to write him fully because he's terrifying lmao- A/N Part 4: Also feel free to use these nicknames for any fic-writing that you do- cause these are adorable </3 A/N Part 5: Also this is my first time writing in this format so. Uh- yeah. It was fun though, it combats my inability to write long fics lol- A/N Part 6: Originally posted here.

© kazumiwrites - All rights reserved; please do not steal, edit, copy, repost (etc) my work without my express permission.

Mikey/Sano Manjiro

You were frozen, eyes wide as a soft blush grew over your cheeks. You hadn't meant to call Mikey with an honorific—chan, no less—and you were worried on how the other would react.

"I- I'm sorry, Mikey, I didn't-"

"Call me that again."

"...What?" You stuttered slightly, not sure on what to say.

"Say what you called me again." He blinked, staring at you.

Was this a punishment...? "M-Mikey-chan...?"

You watched as Mikey's face brightened, smiling softly at you. "I like it when you say that... Say it more. Mkay, [Y/N]-chan?"

You felt your cheeks grow hot. "All right... But, one question."

"What is it?"

"Why didn't you yell at me when I said it the first time- I mean, we don't know each other and all..."

The male let out a soft huff before shaking his head. "Well, because I like you. And, I like being called nicknames by you. So." He shrugged slightly.

"...Okay..." You were confused, but a faint smile grew over your lips as you watched him.

"C'mon, let's go to a cafe- I want to eat the parfait there!"

"Wait- I thought you already ate one today?"

"It's a different store, [Y/N]-chan!"

Draken/Ryuguji Ken

"Ryu-chan! You look really pretty today!"

You were met with a blank stare.

"Huh?"

You stammered a little as you gazed into his eyes, hands raised placatingly. "Hey- Didn't mean any harm, I just wanted to see how you'd reac-"

"...Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah. I don't care."

Truth be told, he did care... And he spent a while in his bedroom, flustered at the fact that you called him with a nickname.

Baji Keisuke

"You can't just keep on beating people up like that, Baji-chan." You pouted softly at him, prodding his chest lightly. "Seriously. What's your reason this time?" You were too caught up with scolding him that you didn't notice the nickname that you said.

Baji was... 48% confused, 43% surprised, 8% annoyed, and 1% flustered. His thoughts were racing inside his head- did you actually call him a nickname, or was he just imagining it?

He just let out a soft huff, interrupting whatever trivial thing you were saying—probably telling him to stop being so reckless and stupid—before he picked you up, much to your surprise.

"Wh-what are you doing? Where-"

He just plopped you down on his bike, putting his helmet on you before sitting down. "Hang on tight, I'm taking you on a date."

"Wait why-"

"Because you called me 'Baji-chan.' And it was cute. And I like you."

"...This is a confession? Wait, when did I call you Baji-chan anyway-"

Matsuno Chifuyu

"Fuyu-chan- Can I have one of your romance manga?"

Double punch to Matsuno Chifuyu—wait no, triple punch. Firstly, you had called him with his first name. A nickname, at that. Secondly, there was the affectionate 'chan' honorific. Thirdly, a romance manga? One of his romance manga? Was this a sign for him to confess? All of his shoujo manga that he had read hadn't prepared him for this.

"Wh-which one?" He asked, flustered.

"Any- you know there was one you were recommending a while back. About a forward girl and a shy boy?" A smile tugged at your lips as you leaned closer. "I remember thinking that it sounded kinda like our relationship, mm?"

Relationship...?

Chifuyu let out a soft huff, trying to ignore how close you were, how flustered he was. "Yeah... I have it somewhere."

You let out a soft laugh before grabbing your phone, quickly taking a picture of him before he could react. "Baji-san was right, you did get super flustered-"

"What- hey- you better not send that to Baji-san, he'll laugh at me for days-"

Hanemiya Kazutora

"Kazu-chan. Look at me. You are not the horrible person you think you are."

Kazutora let out a soft huff. "Yeah, you're just obligated to say that."

Your nose scrunched up slightly. "No, I'm not. Don't be so dense, Kazu-chan." You gently bopped him on the nose. "Seriously. You deserve love, affection, friendship."

Kazutora shook his head. "But-"

"Shut up and listen to me, Kazutora."

He paused slightly. "...You stopped calling me that."

"Calling you what?" You blinked slightly.

"...Kazu-chan..." You watched as his cheeks flushed a soft red before feeling your cheeks heat up as well.

"Shit- I'm so sorry- didn't mean to-"

"Nah, it's okay. It's the only thing that makes your argument worth listening to."

"Well then, guess I'm gonna have to keep calling you Kazu-chan until you believe what I'm saying. Because you deserve everything good that this world has to offer."

Mitsuya Takashi

It wasn't any surprise when you called Mitsuya 'Taka-chan.' Probably because you were always with him and Hakkai.

Still, what surprised Mitsuya was the fact that you had done it on purpose.

His heart skipped a beat, a faint smile on his lips as he watched you.

"What's with the smile?" You asked teasingly.

"Nothing... I just like it when you call me 'Taka-chan.' It's cute."

"Really?" You let out a soft laugh, wrapping your arms around him. "Well, I'm glad. Though, you're smiling a bit more than when Hakkai-kun calls you 'Taka-chan'~ Any reason for that?"

"Mm, I'll tell you... If you kiss me first."

"All right, then."

"Wait no I was kidding, [Y/N]-chan-" Cue a flustered Mitsuya.

Hanma Shuji

"...Shu-chan? Did you just call me that?"

You tensed slightly, backing away. "N-no-" You stammered, eyes wide as a faint blush grew on your cheeks.

"You did, didn't you..."

You shook your head slightly before a soft squeak left your lips as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a hug. You felt your cheeks burn as you just hugged him back. "...You're touch-starved."

"What- No I'm not, love."

"Yes you are. And it's not like you're in love with me-"

"But I am-"

"...What." You blinked slightly as you watched him.

"[Y/N]-chan- It's true! So call me Shu-chan more." He pouted softly at you, and you could only relent, eyes softening a bit as you watched him.

"Fine... Only to calling you Shu-chan, though."

"Hey!"

Shiba Hakkai

Watch Hakkai literally freeze.

"Hakkai-chan?" You ask again, an innocent look on your face. "Can you please help me with my homework?"

You watched in amusement as his cheeks flushed brightly.

He knew what you were doing, how you were trying to make him more flustered and unable to speak than usual. He was pretty used to being around you, to the point where it was fairly easy to talk to you, but... Still, when you wanted to be flirty, it broke him.

He looked away from you, pressing his lips together as he didn't look you in the eye, feeling his cheeks heat up even more. "Wh- what..."

"It's for math. Help-" You got rid of the teasing look, poking the male gently.

"O-oh..." He mumbled, looking at the papers.

"...Wait, [Y/N]- I thought you were the smart one here."

Kisaki Tetta

Welp. You were dead.

That was the thought that flashed through your head, as well as regret and a tiny- tiny- bit of fear.

After all, you had called him Tetta-chan- either he would think you were making fun of him, or that you were flirting- neither of which you wanted to think about.

Before he had the chance to reply, you just dashed off, sprinting as fast as you could.

By the time Kisaki had processed your words enough, you were long gone.

"Well..." He shook his head slightly with a soft sigh, feeling his cheeks heat up. "They're the only one allowed to call me that."

Hanma just let out a soft snort. "Tha has a nice ring to it, don't ya think, Tetta-chan~"

"Shut up."

[cabinofimagines]

Chapter IV; convincing

So it took a while, but at some point I realised I wanted to finish writing at least arc one before posting the rest so oops.

Word Count: 1.2k

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-Asnyox

You both re-entered the clearing, followed closely by an overly excited Mrs. O’Leary. 

"No problem, I've got worse enemies than overweight satyrs." You overheard Percy saying. Nico was the first of you two to speak up, letting your presence be known to the demigod and tree nymph. 

"Good job, Percy. Judging from the trail of goat pellets, I'd say you shook him up pretty well." You could see clearly that Percy was nervous as he tried to smile. You were aware that Nico had made it pretty clear to Percy what his plan was, and if you were in this kid’s shoes you would have been nervous too. Luckily, you were just an idiot tagging along in the plan.

"Welcome back. Did you come by just to see Juniper? And who is your friend?" Nico blushed and you wondered whether it was about the friend thing, or about Juniper.

"This is (Y/n), and um, no. That was an accident. I kind of . . . dropped into the middle of their conversation." Blushing out of embarrassment then, you inwardly cheered. He also did not deny the friend comment you happily noted.

"He scared us to death!" Juniper said. "Right out of the shadows. But, Nico, you are the son of Hades and all. Are you sure you haven't heard anything about Grover?" Nico shifted his weight. Ah, she must have been crying worried over her lover. You had caught some of the stories around camp, however you did not know any of these people personally, so you tended to mind your own business. 

"Juniper, like I tried to tell you . . . even if Grover died, he would reincarnate into something else in nature. I can't sense things like that, only mortal souls." "But if you do hear anything?" she pleaded, putting her hand on his arm. "Anything at all?" Nico's cheeks got even brighter red. "Uh, you bet. I'll keep my ears open." 

"We'll find him, Juniper," Percy promised. "Grover's alive, I'm sure. There must be a simple reason why he hasn't contacted us." She nodded glumly. "I hate not being able to leave the forest. He could be anywhere, and I'm stuck here waiting. Oh, if that silly goat has gotten himself hurt—" Mrs. O'Leary bounded back over and took an interest in Juniper's dress. Juniper yelped. "Oh, no you don't! I know about dogs and trees. I'm gone!" She went poof into green mist. You gaped at her disappearance, never having gotten close to a tree nymph before. 

Mrs. O'Leary looked disappointed, but she lumbered off to find another target, leaving Nico, Percy and me alone. Nico tapped his sword on the ground. A tiny mound of animal bones erupted from the dirt. They knit themselves together into a skeletal field mouse and scampered off. You were impressed by his control, but truly you felt as if this shouldn’t have come as a surprise. 

"I was sorry to hear about Beckendorf." Nico said and you downcast your gaze, having heard the news quiet recently. This was one of the first people from camp that you knew who died, and the news had taken a toll on camp. 

"How did you—" Percy started, and you were reminded that he was there with Beckendorf on the ship. "I talked to his ghost." So the rumours about Nico’s powers were true – he could actually converse with the dead. "Oh . . . right." "Did he say anything?" 

"He doesn't blame you. He figured you'd be beating yourself up, and he said you shouldn't." "Is he going to try for rebirth?" Nico shook his head. 

"He's staying in Elysium. Said he's waiting for someone. Not sure what he meant, but he seems okay with death." You weren’t sure how to feel about these developments, but before you could give it much thought Percy started talking again.

"I had a vision you were on Mount Tarn," he told Nico. "Was that—" 

"Real," Nico said. "I didn't mean to be spying on the Titans, but I was in the neighbourhood." "Doing what?" 

Nico tugged at his sword belt. "Following a lead on . . . you know, my family." Percy nodded. You side eyed your friend, wanting the ask for an elaboration. However, you had felt him close the moment Percy started asking questions to him. You had heard a whisper about a sister, but there was nothing you could go off from. Nico was a mystery to you and you wished you could unravel it. 

"So how did it go?" Percy asked. "Any luck?" 

"No," he murmured. "But I may have a new lead soon." 

"What's the lead?" 

Nico chewed his lip. "That's not important right now. You know why I'm here." You saw Percy’s face fall. You knew Nico wanted you to help convince Percy, but you had barely exchanged a word with the son of Poseidon before. What were you supposed to do? Tell him you would safe him from being stabbed? 

"Nico, I don't know," Percy said. "It seems pretty extreme." 

"You've got Typhon coming in, what . . . a week? Most of the other Titans are unleashed now and on Kronos's side. Maybe it's time to think extreme." Nico looked towards you as to urge you to help him. You stepped forward. 

“If I may, Percy, “ you looked the son of Poseidon in the eye, surprised by the distrust in them, “I’ve been at camp since April – if Nico hadn’t brought me here I would have been dead and I know that even with how hard I – we – camp has been working,” you heard sounds of fighting in the distance, “I fear we are hardly a match for the Titan army.” Nico nodded in agreement. 

“This comes down to you and Luke. And there's only one way you can beat Luke We can give you the same power," Nico urged. "You heard the Great Prophecy. Unless you want to have your soul reaped by a cursed blade . . ." You hadn’t heard the prophecy fully yourself – around camp it was deemed a kind off taboo to mention or talk about.

“You can't prevent a prophecy," Percy said. 

"But you can fight it." Nico had a strange, hungry light m his eyes. "You can become invincible." 

"Maybe we should wait. Try to fight without—" 

"No!" Nico snarled. "It has to be now!" You were startled at his outburst – but you did agree with him. 

"Urn, you sure you're okay?" Percy asked and you threw him a wary look. 

“Percy, look,” you started as you noticed Nico taking a deep breath, “It will be significantly harder, maybe even impossible to take this journey when the fighting starts. Maybe even too late- if you want to prevent any more losses, deaths on our side you must go now.”

“I'm sorry if I'm being too pushy,” Nico’s gaze was strict towards Percy, “but two years ago my sister gave her life to protect you. I want you to honour that. Do whatever it takes to stay alive and defeat Kronos”

"All right," Percy decided. "What do we do first?"

[rosenongrata]

an offer taken – i

summary: After running into Galene – a Dreamscape Motivator – in the Golden Hour of Penacony, Dr. Ratio and Aventurine find themselves trying to get information out of her – only for the tables to turn.

a/n: i am bored. more HSR OC blurbs. woo yeah?

cw/s: mostly just the boys going at each others throats (normal). sort of OC x Canon but also not really. OC-insert. POTENTIALLY OOC.

wc: 1.2k

"You truly think a naive Dreamscape Motivator will have any…tangible information? You sound desperate." Dr. Ratio sighs, his gruff voice filled to the brim with mild disappointment.

"Bet!" Aventurine protests, "I found one not too long ago, actually. I have a good feeling about her." He says with a pointed finger and prideful grin, but never does his smile reach his eyes.

"Okay…" Dr. Ratio holds back a groan, "And what is her name? Where is she?" He crosses his arms, his features stricken with what could be boredom.

"Follow me, my good sir!" Aventurine nods before striding away, his "friend" not too far behind him. "Her name is Galene. She's got a really sweet smile!" He notes aloud.

"…I am far too uninterested in what her smile is like, Aventurine." The doctor's eyes roll.

"C'mon, Dr. Ratio, lighten up a little! You have to appreciate the little things life has to offer sometimes." The blonde advises sagely.

"…Right." The azure-haired man sighs.

"Hey again, Ms. Galene! Or, uh—" Aventurine stumbles over his words as he takes smooth steps up to her seat outside of a restaurant, "Are you…?" He blinks, curiously glancing down at her where she sits.

"Hehe, I am not married…or even with anyone." Galene smiles, her light pink eyes twinkling under the Golden Hour's city lights. She places the small cup of her drink back down on its coaster.

"Ohhh," He nods and grins, "Are you looking for anyone—"

Dr. Ratio clears his throat loudly from behind Aventurine – he's had enough shenanigans for one day. The professor would much rather get this meeting over with as quickly as possible. All he desires is a long, hot bath to cleanse himself from the filth and sins of the world—

"Oops." Aventurine laughs sheepishly, "This is Doctor Veritas Ratio – he, uh, is…a friend of mine!" He lies through his teeth.

"Good evening, Dr. Ratio," Galene rises to her feet, offering her hand to the esteemed doctor, "I'm sure Mr. Aventurine has already told you, but… I am Galene, a Dreamscape Motivator. It's my pleasure to meet you." She nods.

Despite his initial hesitation and how he stared a little too long at her hand, he gives her a firm handshake – only to have it returned rather roughly. He blinks - swearing to himself that she was about to rip his arm off during it. She could use some practice, that much he knows.

(I cannot tell how earnest and sincere she is right now… Albeit, I have barely met her, but… Something about her strikes me as odd.) He gives her a nod, keeping his thoughts to himself for now.

"Would you like me to order you two some drinks? I don't mind." Galene takes her seat at the table once more, one hand resting near her cup and the other on her lap.

"Sure! That sounds great! Although, I could pay instead, Ms. Galene. I'd hate to take your money away from you…" Aventurine offers.

"If she wants to pay, then let her pay." Dr. Ratio hisses.

Galene snickers, "Please, it's my treat." Her eyes crinkle with her smile.

And so the men take their seats, placing their drink orders in for her to pay for. Aventurine feels a tad bit of guilt in his gut but neglects the wrenching in favor of giving her his utmost attention. Dr. Ratio – on the other side of the table - merely listens to them chat, regardless of how bored he is with the whole scene.

Galene pushes her black-haired ponytail behind her shoulder before taking a sip of her dark-colored drink. When she sets it back down – handling the cup like porcelain – she turns her attention back to the two men.

"How are you both faring this evening?" She inquires, her voice soft and light - nowhere near intrusive to one's thoughts. If anything, hearing her speak is like a loving lullaby before bed.

"We're doing fine, thanks for asking!" Aventurine nods.

"I was going to say I am quite bored, actually." Dr. Ratio huffs, his arms crossing again under his chest.

"Aw, don't say that…" His comrade smiles wearily, "Sorry about him… He has no friends."

"Pardon?" Veritas groans.

Galene is hardly bothered by their bickering – if anything, she finds them amusing, eliciting soft giggles out of her. The men shoot her confused stares.

"I like you two already." She smiles a little brighter, "I know you probably find each other insufferable, but…" She glances away while she brushes stray hairs out of her face.

"But…we are amusing. Our plights are amusing—" Dr. Ratio deadpans.

"Y'know, I'm taking that in stride." Aventurine snickers, "A Dreamscape Motivator must be stressed a lot of the time with…the work they have to take on."

"I suppose so," She nods in agreement, "I'm not too stressed or overworked, though, I'm pretty happy so far. It's…nice to see others cheer up and smile."

"Fair enough." The blond shrugs, "You're very compassionate, Ms. Galene—"

"Must I sit here and watch you fail to flirt with her at every turn, Aventurine?" Veritas intercepts.

"I'm not—" He sighs and goes to retort, but is interrupted again.

"I beg to differ." The doctor scoffs.

And they break out into a hushed argument, leaving Galene to observe them up close.

(Silly boys…) She glances at the professor, (He's calmer but uncomfortably aloof and forthright. I'd even say he's a little too rude for his own good. He seems so confident, but he’s covering up insecurity.) She looks to Aventurine, (And… Aventurine is a sweetheart, but he hides things from everyone…even himself. I can see it in his vibrant yet lightless eyes. He's missing pieces of himself right now… Truly a pity.) She glances at the busy streets, (What would HooH think?)

“Well, boys, it’s been a fun time - thank you so much for the plentiful entertainment, hehe.” Galene snickers, poking fun at their poor chemistry.

She then swiftly rises to her full height – legs and back straight as she straightens her clothes and plucks her purse from the table.

“Are you leaving? We were such poor guests. Any way I can make it up to you?” Aventurine immediately offers, his smile softening when he locks eyes with her.

“I must leave, unfortunately. I have an appointment in reality soon,” She sighs wistfully, “But…” She hums thoughtfully.

“But?” The men say in unison and proceed to throw dagger-like glares at each other.

“But!” She perks up, grabbing a small business card from the breast pocket of her feather-lined coat, “…Feel free to contact me any time. You’re both cute in your own ways, so… Think about talking to me at my office some time soon. Though, one at a time, please.” She slides the card to Aventurine, the tips of their fingers kissing on accident,

“I’d love to pick your brains.”

She then promptly leaves after those rather ominous words – not giving the men a chance to say anything once they broke out of their speechlessness.

“Haha…” Aventurine laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck, “Hoo boy… She, uh…” He sputters, unsure how to convey his thoughts.

“I do believe she has already figured us all out from this meeting alone. Why else would she offer us…therapy?” Dr. Ratio sighs heavily.

“Y’know what? I agree with you for once. She’s got us figured out.” The blonde sighs with him in unison, “I gotta say, though… We both sorely underestimated her.”

[certified-boyliker]

02. Candy Store

cw: bullying, assaulting

wc: 1.2k

It had been about three weeks after Isagi adopted you in your group, and your experience at school immediately improved. No one shoved you against the wall, Karasu and Otoya didn’t harass you anymore. 

It was paradise.

Another thing you started hearing after joining them was the talk of parties. Specifically, one that was occurring at Karasu’s house in a few days. 

“Hey, Isagi, I thought of something funny…” 

“Ugh, what is it, Chigiri?”

You saw Chigiri pull an annoyed Isagi closer and whispered something into his ear. Isagi’s face slowly changed into a smile. 

“Oh really?”

“Mhm!”

“Well then… hey, (Y/N).”

You turned to Isagi, cocking your head slightly. “Yeah?”

“I was wondering… we were thinking of playing a little prank on someone. By putting a letter in their locker, making them think that Karasu invited them to his party.”

As the paper was set in front of you and a pen was handed to you, couldn’t help but think for a moment that this was wrong. That it was wrong and that you shouldn’t forge that note. That it would hurt that someone’s feelings when they found out that the letter wasn’t genuine. That you would become the person that you condemned the most in your high school career. However, you felt the pen moving, and you forged Karasu’s handwriting almost perfectly. 

“Oh, this is perfect!” Isagi picked up the letter. “Oh, Hiori is going to fall for this so easily.”

That name… Hiori! You quickly stood up and rushed after Isagi, grabbing the note from his hand, making him turn back and glare at you.

“Hey, what’s your damage?” He snatched the note back from your hand, and you reached to grab it, but he passed it off to Bachira.

“You can’t- Hiori’s feelings will be hurt!” You tried to grab it from Bachira, but he slipped it to Chigiri, who held it away from you whilst pushing you back.

“Uh, yeah.” Isagi crossed his arms. “That’s the fucking point. I hope his feelings will be hurt, so that he realizes that Karasu has never and will never like him.”

“No!” You tried to push past Chigiri, but when you did, he had passed the note back to Isagi and slipped it into a locker.

“Oops. Sorry, my hand slipped.”

Your hands slammed against the locker and you couldn’t help but sigh. You aided in a bullying. You aided in the bullying of your friend. You aided in the bullying of you best friend.

“Goddamn, what’s the fucking problem?!” Isagi grabbed your shoulder and pulled you away from the lockers.

You shoved his hands off of you when you were brought out of your stupor. “Listen- that was not cool! Hiori’s my friend, and-”

“And now you’re our friend! And to us, that quiet nerd is useless to you and to the school as a whole! He should honestly just get out of here.”

“You’re such a jackass!”

Isagi looked at you, and crossed his arms again with a chuckle. “I’m sorry… didn’t you come to us? Right now, are we really gonna have a problem? You’ve really made some friends, why, now, are you pulling on my dick?” He got closer to you. “You know, I’d normally cuss you out and denounce you in front of everyone. But… let’s just say I’m feeling nice right now. So let me give you some advice, bitch.”

Chigiri and Bachira chuckled behind him and Isagi turned to give them a look. You felt crowded, and like you were about to die. 

“Listen… what we do is just fun. It’s fun and there’s nothing you can do to take that away. I like doing big, grown-up things, you know. But… you could stay doing little kid things with that tiny loser.”

You got pushed up against the wall by him and he glowered at you. 

“Come on… I know you’re desperate to finally do something that excites you, right? So.. ditch Hiori, hang out with us, and you’ll finally be able to do exciting things.”

You looked down at the ground and thought for a moment. All of the things that Isagi said would be at the party did sound pretty fun… and you know Hiori would never be up for it if you asked him.

“Hey! (Y/N)!”

Isagi, Bachira, and Chigiri backed away from you, and saw Hiori running over to you. You saw the note clutched in his hand and his eyes were bright. You sucked in a breath, dreading what he was about to say next.

“Look! Karasu wrote me a note invitin’ me to his party! He’s been thinkin’ about me this entire time, I knew it!”

You should tell him, you really should. You should just say, “Hey, Hiori, they put that note in your locker! Let’s get out of here!” or “Hey, maybe we could just rent Ready Player One again and rewatch it on the night of the party!”. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t bear to see his crestfallen face. 

“Well… isn’t that exciting?”

You watched him walk away, muttering about what he should bring and what he should wear. An arm wrapped around your shoulders and upon turning around, you saw it was Chigiri.

“See, you-”

“Shut up, Chigiri!”

He was shoved off of you, and Isagi replaced him. You couldn’t help but think there was a bit of infighting when it came to this “friend” group.

“So… what do you say? Us… or him?”

You looked at your hands. Your hands that forged that note, the hands that lied to your friend, the hands that will hurt your friend. Your hands. 

“Fine… yeah… I’ll… I’m still friends with you guys.”

“And you won’t tell him about the note?”

“As long as I live.”

Isagi smiled at you, and patted your shoulder. “Good.”

You gave him a fake smile as he walked away, and when he was gone, you slumped down and groaned to yourself. 

“You shouldn’t just do everything they say, you know.”

You turned to whoever said that, and saw a boy standing beside you. He had black hair that covered part of his face, thought he wasn’t looking at you. Just standing beside you, holding some of his textbooks.

“Sorry?”

“You’re not an evil person. You need to keep your soul good. One of the few good souls in this world…” He mused to himself, turning to look at the ceiling. “We're all born marked for evil.” He began to walk away.

“Hey, don’t quote Baudelaire and then walk away.” You turned fully to look at him. “Hey, you didn’t give me your name.”

“Didn’t hand it to you.” He simply said, continuing to walk away.

Nearby, Karasu and Otoya were watching you two talking. Otoya snickered and bumped his shoulder with Karasu.

“Look at Mr. Emo-Kid.”

“Yeah, and he’s gettin’ (Y/N) with that lame delinquent act. Wanna go teach ‘im a lesson?”

“Always.” 

They walked over to where the boy was walking to and Otoya smacked the textbooks out of his hands. 

“Hey there, Mr. Emo Delinquent. Your boyfriend gonna pick those up for you.”

Karasu smacked the back of the boy’s head. “Don’t remember this school lettin’ in bitches like yerself.”

The boy knelt down and began picking up his textbooks. “They have an influx of jackasses, though…”

“The fuck did you say?!”

Karasu grabbed his arms and  pulled him up, and Otoya was about to take a swing at him, but the boy quickly pulled away and grabbed his wrist, punching him instead. Instinctively, you backed away and watched a crowd forming around the boys as they fought each other. 

[finniestoncrane]

I am truly depraved for your scarecrow and I love him, just the way you write the rogues is chefs kiss and that's the first thing I wanted to say

Second thing is a request with said scarecrow (its spooky month why not yknow?) Wondering if you could write wax play with a male reader please (not at all because Ive been burning pumpkin spice melts pfhaha)

Hope you have a good October and wish you well n all as always Finnie !

Flickering

Arkham!Jonathan x Male!Reader, word count: 1.2k oops uh oh guess who else has pumpkin scented candles ready to use on his partner 👀 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: wax play, nudity, tiny bit of fear play, sensory depravation, reader has a dick and is referred to as a good boy

The room was dark and dusty, the feeling of unease that came with it not having been occupied in an indeterminable length of time. There were so many rooms in Arkham like that. Abandoned, forgotten, whole wings that were left to rot. And now you were in one, laying back slightly on a medical chair, waiting. Obviously, the intentional anticipation was meant to leave you uncertain, nervous. Afraid. That was the bread and butter of your expected partner though, the underlying pleasure for him in all of your activities.

As if on cue, you were aware of a flickering light from the corridor, which was now dimly lit in the glow, shadows shifting on the walls as the source of the glow came closer to you. Until Jonathan was there, standing in the door frame, holding a small plate upon which the candle stood.

“Very scary.” You tried to sound almost insolent. You’d found that an element of misbehaviour was something he appreciated, and it worked. Letting down his usual stoic visage, Jonathan Crane allowed himself to smile.

“Is that…Can I smell pumpkin? Are those pumpkin scented candles, Jon?” He nodded lightly, beginning to approach you. The room felt better with him in it. Perhaps because of his company, but more likely because Jonathan was now the scariest thing in the room, and you trusted him implicitly. “How very ‘on brand’ of you.”

Scoffing at the remark, he brought his dry and calloused fingers across your wrists, letting his fingernails drag delicately along them before he began strapping your arms under the degraded leather restraints, rusted buckle clanking as he tugged to make sure everything was tight. Once your arms were done, he moved to your legs, allowing himself a brief moment to gaze over your body from where he stood at the slightly angled chair, admiring your commitment to being completely nude here, vulnerable in the dark.

“So…are you going to stand there and stare at my dick or are you going to get on with it?” You winked at him, aware that maybe you were being a bit too much of a brat. Jonathan was a man of few words, and so when he only nodded silently in response, you let yourself lean back into the chair, gasping as he kicked the lever and brought your body down flat, a soft giggle emanating as you settled into the new position.

“You enjoy the element of surprise?”

“Immensely, as well you know, Jon.”

“Then, might I suggest a blindfold? Sensory depravation might heighten the pleasure…or the pain.”

“Do it.”

Reaching into the pocket of his tattered pants, he produced a small slip of dark material. As he lifted your head up to wrap it around, he pressed a soft, cool kiss to your forehead, before tying the scrap of fabric tight behind your head and laying you gently back down. In the darkness he had created, you waited, body responding positively to the lack of stimulus, as goosebumps formed and your swiftly stiffening cock twitched in anticipation.

A sudden drop on your chest, warm and pleasant, but shocking enough to have you arch as much as you could past the restraints. Jonathan stood to your side, shushing you softly and stroking your arm to soothe the nerves he so loved to inflict upon you.

Three more drips before you could ascertain that it was wax from the candle he held. Here in the darkness, it was the sole source of light, warmth, and was teasing your skin. The closer he held it to the skin, the warmer it felt. Jonathan was controlled though. He was aware of your responses, even if you weren’t in tune to them yourself. Immensely pleasurable, carefully orchestrated, he let a long trail of drips travel from your chest to your abdomen, letting it stop just as it came close to your now completely erect cock.

“Jonathan…” You were so aware of how breathy your voice was, how desperate you must have appeared writhing under the restraints, desperately trying to ask for more without sounding too needy.

“More?”

“More.”

“Please?”

“Please, Jon.”

His cool hand, almost clammy, rubbed the ever-sensitive head of your cock, pressing it down to lay your length flat. Starting from the base of the shaft, he dripped the wax, closing the distance between where he held the candle and your body as he moved up closer to the tip. The increased heat, no time for the wax to cool down, had your breath hitching as you pursed your lips against the moans that tried to come out, aware that the echoes of the almost empty room might alert any lingering staff to your location, interrupting your sordid little date.

As he kept his palm firmly on your head, he picked at the other drops along your length, teasing them from the skin now that they had cooled in the frigid air of the room. Delicious notes of pleasure rumbling from his chest at the way you bit your lip at the feeling of the wax teasing at the skin. But before you could get used to the gentle caress, Jonathan pulled back.

“Do you trust me?”

“I…yes.”

“Good.”

His presence seemed to disappear from the room. He was completely silent, to the point you weren’t sure if he had left. There was no breath, no shuffling, not even the sound of fabric moving.

“Jonathan?”

Foolish to expect you might be able to tell from the echo whether or not he was still there with you. Panic began to set in as you considered that he might leave you here, tied up, blindfolded, completely at the mercy of whoever, or whatever, might find you.

“Jonathan!”

“Scared?”

“Christ!” You jumped, ratting the buckles of the restraints, the bed shifting under you as you shook in terror.

“Shh…shh…”

Before you were able to speak again, your breath was lost when the searing heat of the wax hit your throat, apple’s Adam the target first before he began to let it drip up and down, allowing some of it to pool in the gap where your collar bones met the bottom of your neck.

“Jon…”

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course.”

You stayed silent, lips pressed tight together against the pain, which stung and then subsided as the wax dried. Aware of the growing adrenaline, you could feel yourself tensing up, a familiar knot in the pit of your stomach surging as Jonathan placed one hand against your cheek, still shushing you, soothing you against the tingling, smarting, deeply arousing touch of the wax against your now surely reddening skin.

“Good boy.”

The growl under the words was all it took to set you off, cock twitching hard as you came, hands-free, spilling onto yourself, staining in white against the orange of the wax. You mewled pathetically as he drew the candle down, a clink as he set the plate to the side. His nails, lightly scratching your temples as he pulled back the blindfold. You looked up into his clouded eyes, searching for emotion, but you were met with his signature stoicism again, before he pressed a silent kiss to you and began unbuckling the restraints while he hummed a soft tune.

[biisexualemma]

crush. bucky barnes

word count: 1.2k

warnings: nope pure fluff

requested: nope

plot: you’ve been crushing on bucky and finally do something about it

a/n: something short and sweet i found in my drafts that i wrote a really long time ago oop sorry i’m not writing / posting / fulfilling requests i’m just in a bit of a rut with my writing atm so forgive me. for now i hope you like a bit of fluff for my wee bucky

masterlist

you took a deep breath and held it until you couldn't last any longer, pushing yourself off the couch you left the common room where you'd been watching a film with clint, nat and steve. bucky had also joined you but after a while he grew tired and headed for bed. you didn't explain your swift exit, you left before they could question you because you knew if you didn't do this now it would never happen.

"how do i even start something like this?" you mumbled to yourself, walking through the empty corridors on your way to see him. "hey i know you're a super closed off ex-assassin with a blended mind who probably doesn’t even acknowledge i exist as a person of the opposite sex but i think you're cute and i have a crush on you? jesus"

you shook your head, hitting your face with the palm of your hand. "think, think" suddenly you were outside his door, pacing as you tried to decide the best way to phrase this. "hey i've been watching you for a while and i kind of like you— god no, you sound like a stalker. you might as well be a stalker, having a crush on someone who literally doesn't acknowledge your existence,” saying all of this aloud was only talking you down so in a brief spur of confidence you knocked on the door, which was followed by a quiet come in.

you contemplated running away but you forced yourself to push open the door. the lights were dim as you entered, only a lamp beside his bed providing light. bucky was moving out of his bed, setting aside a book he had been nosing at.

he smiled slightly at the sight of you and your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your chest, your palms growing clammy. you're an avenger for christ sake why is this so hard, you tried to belittle your nervousness in your head, hoping it would help you speak up.

“hey,” he said softly, running a hand through his scruffy hair. he got to his feet, meeting you near the doorway you still stood in, frozen. “what’s up?” hands in pockets, he wore a quizzical, tired expression that almost made you turn around and leave.

"uh, can i talk to you?" you tried to get straight to the point. he nodded. ok, this is it. don't— do not make it weird. just tell him.

he stood quietly waiting for you to speak again. your cheeks flushed pink and he furrowed his eyebrows briefly. "you ok?"

"i like you. a lot." you blurted. your cheeks felt hot and you knew you were embarrassing yourself but you couldn't let this go until you'd said what you wanted to say. you watched his expression change but you couldn't decipher what it meant, it was probably secondhand embarrassment. you continued regardless.

"sorry if that's weird. i always got the impression you thought i was kind of weird. but i just needed to tell you because it's been kind of killing me having to live with you and train with you and go on missions with you, and not have you know."

his eyes narrowed, head tilting slightly as he opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off, deciding you couldn't hear what he had to say just yet.

"i know you probably don't see me like that— and i know we don't really talk that much anyway so this is probably completely out of the blue and maybe i'm rambling a bit now but i'm nervous, you make me nervous. and i can't walk around the compound anymore, pretending you don't make me feel like this. i’ll explode. i can't sleep some nights because i'm so bad at keeping secrets— it eats at me— i never have been very good at it— even when i was a kid i always ended up caving and telling the truth because i'm a bad liar— that's beside the point because—"

"woah," you snapped out of your rant when you felt his hand touch your shoulder. refocusing on his face you saw he was wearing a small amused smile. his eyes widened a little. "you talk a lot."

"just when i'm nervous," you mumbled, cringing at yourself. "sorry."

you felt a bit embarrassed. "you don't have to worry about any of this by the way," you spoke again, wishing you could take it all back by the expression on his face. "really i just needed to get this off my chest so i can move on from it."

he was quiet for a moment, furrowing his eyebrows and shaking his head softly. "what if i don't want you to move on?"

"what?" your eyes widened a little, taking a small step back from him, his hand falling from your shoulder.

he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, growing a little nervous himself now you were looking at him like that. he shrugged. "i haven't done this for a really long time— but i uh— you're pretty. i always thought so," he scrunched up his nose. "and you put up a good fight too."

your lips cracked into a small smile. your eyes were glossy, kind of disassociating, it didn't feel real. "huh," you mumbled quietly to yourself in disbelief. you shook your head, squinting your eyes at him for a second. "you also don’t have to try and make me feel better, you kick my ass in training every time."

he cracked a toothy smile, ducking his head for a second. you watched him in awe, you didn't often get to see him smile, but it was a sight. "do you wanna go out sometime?"

"shouldn't i be asking you that?" his smile lingered on his lips, tilting his head to the side.

"this is the twenty first century, buck, keep up," you teased, nudging his arm.

"right, right," he nodded, quirking an eyebrow. "so that means i don't really have to wait until after the first date to kiss you, right?"

he caught you off guard, his hands gripping your waist and pulling you towards him. he leaned in, lips lingering over yours, waiting for permission. "hm?" he pulled back for a second to confirm, only to see your lips parted slightly, eyelids drooping and your cheeks flushed pink. he'd never seen such a pretty sight. you gently nodded your head, agreeing with him and giving permission.

"yeah," you said softly. "we don't have to wait."

you grabbed his forearm and pulled him back into you. his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as you hands trailed up to his neck. your fingertips traced his jawline, feeling it tighten under your touch. you cracked a small smile and he leaned down to kiss you, not able to wait any longer.

it was soft at first, his hands roaming up your back, your hands running into his hair. you were practically leaning on him, begging him to hold you up right. his lips were soft and gentle, taking his time.

"thanks," you mumbled without thinking as you pulled away to catch your breath. realising what you'd said, you cringed and hid your face in his chest. you felt him laugh softly as his chest moved under you.

"thanks to you too."

[the-diabolist]

Mason in the game room with the shotgun

I just want Mason to breed me (afab, not a girl) and Derek so bad

Kinktober 2022, day 17 - how did Derek end up in this situation? I don't know! Also, uh, I was super mean to him again. Oops!

c.w: afab reader, threesome (kinda), breeding, orgasm control (for Derek), bit of size difference (it's Mason lol), creampie, Mason as a soft dom, hard dom, and brat tamer all in one! 1.2k

"Come on," he says, tugging at your shirt, "he's not going to care."

"Yes he will," you argue, trying to bat away his hands, get his face out of the crook of your neck, and squirm out from underneath him all at the same time. "Get off me!"

"No," he says, pinning your hands above your head with one of his while the other one roughly gropes your breasts, "give it up, I'm horny."

Just as he's shoving the hem of your shirt up over your collarbones, a large hand closes suddenly around the back of his neck, causing him to freeze and tense.

"Are ya now?" Mason's deep voice rumbles. You hadn't even heard him come home. "S'pose I can help you with that, if yer gonna be so demanding about it."

"I, uh," Derek sputters, sweating bullets, but he doesn't have a chance to continue - Mason yanks him off of you by the scruff of his neck and pins him over the edge of the bed.

"It was all his idea," you sneer, sticking your tongue out at Derek's flushed face, which is currently half-pressed into the mattress. Your chest is still bare, and you make no attempt to cover up.

"I know, darlin' - you're a good little pet," Mason purrs, fingers tightening until Derek winces and lets out a squeak.

"... doesn't belong to you," Derek chokes out in a growl, "could fuckin' share, you goril-"

Mason lifts him off the bed and then slams him back down; Derek whimpers.

"Hm. Seems like this one needs a bit more taming," he says, letting Derek up again only to shove him across the room, toward the wooden chair in the corner. He stumbles into it, barely keeping his footing on the way. "Sit. Don't move your arms off the armrests."

Derek scowls, looking mutinous, but keeps his mouth shut and his arms resting at his sides, as instructed. Once assured of his obedience, Mason turns back toward you and crooks a finger. You cross the bed toward him with an easy smile, pulling your shirt the rest of the way over your head as you go, and sit on the edge in front of him, legs spread on either side of his hips.

"Blondie thinks I oughta share," he says, cupping your jaw in one large hand, "do you agree?"

You shake your head and bite your lip, gazing up at him lustfully. He laughs.

"Good. Lay back, show him what he misses out on when he misbehaves."

You lay back on the mattress, tilting your head to throw Derek (now actively sulking) a teasing look while Mason begins tugging off your bottoms. He flips you off as best he can without moving his arms. You look back up at Mason, towering above you, just in time to catch him rubbing his thumb over the wet patch on your underwear.

"I like it when you discipline Derek," you say, sighing as large palms smooth over your bare thighs, "he deserves it. Actually... I bet you'd be a good father."

"Oh yeah?" He rumbles softly, unbuckling his belt. "Ya wanna make me one? Show blondie exactly how much you belong to me?"

You nod again, eyes going half-lidded.

"Yeah," you breathe, "put a baby in me, big guy."

That seems to be the magic phrase, because he's pushing forcefully inside you almost before you finish speaking, making you gasp.

Derek releases some kind of choked growl - you don't pay him any attention, but Mason pauses to shoot him a withering glare. You hear the chair creak, as if Derek is gripping it for dear life.

Mason continues to advance until he's seated, stretching you overwhelmingly full as usual - and he doesn't stop to let you adjust, either, instead beginning to piston his hips immediately. His strokes start slow and deep, but they speed up quickly, and before long you're moaning and clutching the sheets as your body rocks helplessly back and forth.

"Gonna stuff you full," he growls, his grip on your thighs bruising, "you'll look so good, all nice 'n' round with my kid."

"Yes, yes, please," you whine. Derek groans from his chair, and you look over just in time to see him roughly fisting his cock, eyes locked on you - specifically, on your bouncing tits. Mason catches it too.

"Didn't say you could touch yerself," he snarls; Derek startles, hand quickly returning to the armrest with a whine of his own.

"C- c'mon," he pleads, eyes shining with unshed tears of desperation, "I'm so - "

"Didn't say ya could talk either," Mason cuts him off sternly. Amazingly, his pace stutters only a little throughout this exchange. "If I gotta stop what I'm doin' to deal with you, you'll regret it." Derek lets out a defeated sob, and Mason returns his attention to you, marked by increasingly harder thrusts. "I'm tryin' to breed someone here, ya know."

You moan again at that, and Derek makes a helpless, angry sound. Mason's hips start to stutter in earnest, in a way that's familiar to you; knowing what's coming (specifically: him), you tilt your pelvis upward as much as possible, reluctant to spill even a drop of his release, and you slide your fingers down to rub your clit, too, for good measure.

You climax before him, but not by much. He follows as soon as your walls begin to pulse, filling you up with warmth just like he promised. As you ride out your aftershocks, you can hear Derek panting and whining. You glance over at him - he looks angry, and desperate, and more than a little broken. His cock is weeping and painful-looking, and his knuckles are white from gripping the chair.

"Please - can I please... I need a turn, or - or something, anything, I'm - " he's babbling, breath choked with the frustrated tears now running down his face.

Ignoring Derek for the time being, Mason pulls out slowly, watching to make sure none of his contribution is wasted; you do feel a small trickle, but he shoves it back in with his fingers. He grabs a pillow, lifts your hips, and shoves it under them to keep you at an angle.

"Stay just like that," he rumbles to you. You give him a loving smile and a thumbs-up. Finally, he turns toward Derek. "Yeah, yeah, you'll get a turn, settle down... just gimme a few minutes to recover, and then you'll need prepped - and if you can be good through all that, I'll get ya taken care of. Hell," he chuckles, "maybe I'll breed you too."

You shoot Derek a thumbs-up as well, endorsing Mason's ability to get a person taken care of (jury's still out on his breeding ability). Ignoring you completely, he despairs, head drooping with a sob. For his sake, you hope he can make it - he's being so pathetic, you can't help but feel bad for him, even if he brings it on himself.

[writeforfandoms]

You’re the light

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Uh. Things are still in the process of getting worse. Oops?

You go to meet someone new in hopes of finding out more about the Golden Circle.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: swearing, shady shit, mention of drugs, mention of dragon stealing, mention of nest raiding/egg stealing.

Jack Daniels x f!reader

You were early, stepping into the Cafe and taking a quick look around. It was only five minutes to 10, and you weren't sure if the person you were supposed to meet would be here yet or not. 

Your gaze landed on a man sitting in the back corner table, red jacket in plain view. You swallowed hard and walked over to him, steps slow. 

But you ended up at the table anyway. 

"Please, have a seat," he invited, motioning to the booth across from him. Dark brown eyes glinted up at you, steely and calculating. But his smile was pleasant enough. He had curly dark hair, and scruff along his jaw and upper lip. 

You probably would have enjoyed the view more if you hadn't been so scared. But you sat, tucking your hands under the table to hide your fidgeting fingers. 

"I'm sure you have questions," he said, holding your gaze easily. "And I will answer them as best I can. But first I need to know a few things." 

He paused there as the waitress stopped next to the table. 

"Can I get ya anything, hun?" 

"Coffee, please," you murmured, shooting her a wan smile. 

She nodded and stepped away. 

"The pies here are all good," the man told you, leaning back in his seat. "My treat." 

You hesitated, eyeing him, before you nodded slowly. When the waitress returned with your coffee, you added, "Can I get a slice of the banana cream pie too?"

"Sure can, I'll bring it right over." She smiled at both of you and walked off again. 

You let out a long slow breath and looked back at the man. "Okay," you said softly. 

He leaned forward again, tension crackling around him. His body language wasn't even aggressive, just intense. "Why are you looking into the Golden Circle?"

You paused, licking your lips, thinking fast. "How much do you know?" You asked in response. 

He chuckled softly, steepling his fingers on the table in front of him. "Clever girl," he murmured. "I know that you are… close with a certain ranch owner. One Jack Daniels." His eyes narrowed just a little. "Beyond that? I can only speculate." 

You nodded once slowly. "They approached me first," you said, speaking slowly. There were things you didn't want to tell him. You had no idea how trustworthy he was, after all. "They sent Charlie to my house. That's why I'm looking into this." 

He nodded once, slowly, picking up his own coffee mug to take a sip as the waitress set down your pie and walked away again. You held his gaze, hands shaking a little, anxiety rising. But you needed to know. 

Finally, he nodded again. "They've certainly been getting more careless," he agreed with a sigh. "What do you wish to know?"

So much. There were so many questions. You didn't quite know where to start. You opened your mouth to ask about how he had known about you and Jack, but what came out instead was, "What does the Golden Circle do? Why are people so scared to talk about them?"

"Jumping right in, I see." He smiled, amused. "Eat your pie, it is quite good." 

Feeling a little churlish, you took a bite, and then blinked. Oh damn. That was good. 

Apparently satisfied, he started talking. "The Golden Circle was originally founded as a… research institute, shall we say. But their research was deemed unethical, their funding cut off. So the head turned to drug running to fund her research." 

You stared at him, eyes huge, pie momentarily forgotten. "Drug running? What research? What–"

"We're getting there," he assured you. "Patience."

You clenched your jaw at his tone but forced yourself to nod, waiting for him to go on. 

"Now, the Golden Circle is a powerful cartel. They focus primarily on drugs made from dragon's blood, although they also dabble in the sales of scales and organs." 

You were suddenly grateful you hadn't been eating, because your stomach rolled at the very thought. You had to swallow hard and take a deep breath to keep yourself in line. 

"They also dabble some in smuggling. Mostly eggs." He shrugged. "I don't know what they do with the eggs." He watched you for a few moments, searching your gaze. "About a year ago, they got… uppity, shall we say?" His lips twisted with dark humor. "They believe they needn't continue hiding in the shadows, that they deserve a place at the international trade table." 

You swallowed hard again, dread welling up in your gut. You had a bad feeling about this. "What did they do?" 

"Something very ill-advised." He shrugged, leaning back in his seat, one finger idly tracing the curve of the handle of his mug as he watched you. "They stole a dragon." 

You froze, breath caught in your throat, eyes wide. Eggsy's mom. The missing Royal. 

The Golden Circle had taken her. 

"Why?" The question was tiny and choked. 

He shrugged, something almost like satisfaction in his eyes. "They thought it would give them clout to make demands. But things didn't go as expected. And they can't simply give her back now." 

You swallowed hard. Oh, that poor dragon. Over a year being with the Golden Circle… you had no idea how she was doing, if she was alright. You really hoped so. 

"Why are you telling me all this?" You held his gaze, heart pounding against your ribs. 

He was quiet for a few long moments, dropping his gaze to stare into his mug as if it held the answers of the universe. When he looked up again, he had a little smile on his lips. 

"Why not?" 

You blinked at that. Twice. "How do you know all this?"

His smile turned sly and secretive. "Oh, I've dealt with the Golden Circle for a long time," he murmured. "A very long time." 

You narrowed your eyes a little at him. "In what capacity?" You couldn't keep the suspicion out of your tone.

He laughed softly. "You are clever," he said in lieu of answering. "That's good. You'll need that, to get what you want. Just remember: they are powerful, and have contacts everywhere." He stood, pulling out his wallet and leaving a hundred dollar bill on the table. "Despite what you think, I don't know everything. But I do know people. There is something more to this story than you're telling me. That's fine. You can keep your secrets. But if you want more, if you're willing to make a deal… let me know." He set a business card in front of you on the table and walked out. You turned to watch him go, the rich velvet of his jacket catching the lights, his hair curling over the collar. The door jingled as he pushed it open, and then he vanished into the night. 

You stared down at the card. It was a simple black card with gold lettering on it. 

Casillero del Diablo

Acquisition Services

There was a phone number and an email listed as well, but no name. 

You thumbed the edge of the card before looking out the window. The streetlight illuminated a bit of the outside, though nothing was moving. Nobody was out, probably all sleeping. Which you should be doing, because you had to get back to work tomorrow. 

Standing, you tucked the card into your wallet, and walked out, back to your car.

You had a lot to think about. 

[schumaclerc]

Sad that there aren’t many geochalex fics around. Thanks for reccing the ones you did!

Can you recommend any good geolex, chalex or george/charles (do they have a ship name?)

haha .. hey anon jfwkjewnf sorry for leaving this for like (starts counting on my fingers) nearly a month 😳 i unfortunately have a goldfish memory and keep forgetting to come back to this lmao but HERE I AM. i would rec more bc there are a lot of fics out there (esp for galex) but i’m a super picky reader and also none of these are recent bc uh . i actually haven’t been reading a lot of fics for these pairings jdfjn i’m on a bit of a mega rarepair kick rn oops also i’m rambling now sorry anyway !! i need to shut up. fics under the cut

galex

a thousand bad times by wonderlandz

(rated m, 1.2k words, just .. porn. idk what else to tell u)

play me like a violin by whitewolfcraft

(rated e, 1.9k words, also straight up porn. sorry. this one has a choking kink tho it was hot as fuck)

something a bit dodgy by singlemalter

(rated m, 1k words, it’s all been smut so far SORRY but this one’s cute)

you and me till the end of time by alltimecharlo

(rated g, 28k words, multichap, KID FIC ! single dad george n preschool teacher alex, literally the cutest shit ever it had me punching my walls)

chalex

and you're mine to keep, the light in my darkness by lovelylittlelion

(rated g, 3.1k words, established relationship, 5+1, v cute i love domestic fluff every once in a while)

gone straight to my head by falsetto

(rated e, 7.6k words, sex pollen, technically alex/lily but like just read it i swear it’s so good and funny and brilliant i love this fic so much, LITERALLY my fav chalex fic and easily in my top 10 fav f1 fics lmao)

when we dance by rudesse

(rated e, 1.5k words, top charles but in big fat heavy quotation marks dkjfng you’ll see what i mean)

geochal

and i just wanted you to know that this is me trying (and maybe i don't quite know what to say) by corrinsfav

(rated g, 3.7k words, post-sakhir hurt/comfort, this one’s v sweet & intimate but i if you think about it you can read this from a non-romantic angle too and that’s really nice, i love fics that can be interpreted both ways)

goûter à tes délices by pronoe

(rated m, 1.5k words, pwp again lol but semi-public flavored)

swim in your stories (and be pulled down by their tide) by partywitharichzombie

(rated t, 5.7k words, LOVE me a good band au n this one’s real neat, love the characterizations too)

[starssuki]

Take out ⟨Izuku Midoriya⟩

—Izuku comes home agitated, he just wants to eat and cuddle with you but you forgot to cook dinner. Now he's hungry and angry, yelling at you for not cooking while you were fantasizing about him bending you over the kitchen counter, ramming his dick in and out of you.

—A/N: Hhhh I'm pretty sensitive to people yelling at me but I tried to not make him sound ~too~ mean, I also got carried away at the end OOP hope you like it <3

—Warning: Degradation, creampie, penetration, a bit of oral (receiving)

—Word count: 1.2k

Today was definitely not Izuku's day, he's been so stressed out lately, with all the paperwork and patrolling that's been happening, and also the chaos ensuing the city was not helping his headache as he massaged his temple for the 5th time this night.

He opened the front door, kicking off his shoes as he walked towards the living room. He sees you laughing at something on your phone, "I'm home," he sighs, all he wants to do is eat, shower and cuddle with you. "Welcome home!" You smile, "Did you make dinner?" He lazily asked you, then realization hits you. You've been watching some show that you forgot to cook, especially when it was your turn to cook.

You fidget as Izuku grew impatient, "Well did you?" He asked, trying to not let his voice sound annoyed, "U-Uh, no.. I forgot, I'm sorry!" You said, not wanting to look him in the eye. "Seriously Y/N? You haven't been doing anything these past few days! I've been working my fucking ass off out there so we can have a comfortable life, while you laze around here?!" He yelled, you gaped at him as he never swore, even when he was at his breaking point, you've gotta admit, it was hot seeing him mad.

"What? You're just gonna idle there and stare at me?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed as his hands gripped the kitchen counter, your imagination ran wild.

"I-Izuku, fuck!" you pant as he thrusts harder, his hand was on your hip as you were bent over the kitchen counter. "You dirty slut, you like being bent over while my dick abuses your hole don't you?" He chuckles, as his hand lands on your ass, slapping it hard. Your eyes sting with tears, it hurts but it felt so good. "Izuku please!" You begged, not sure what you really wanted, "Please what?" He asked, snaking his hand up to your breasts.

"Y/N!" He yells as he cuts your imagination off, "Y-Yeah?" You asked, not knowing how red your face was. "Why's your face red?" He asked, folding his arms over. "N-Nothing! We can just order take out okay? I-I'll cook tomorrow," you said, as you rushed to call fast food place, as the phone rang Izuku motioned you towards him, you walked up to him.

He holds you by your waist, "Look, I'm sorry for yelling okay?" He said, caressing your hips, "But for now, I think I have to punish you, you're such a bad girl, thinking of something like that while I was mad," he whispered into your ear as he picked you up and set you onto the counter. Someone from the other side picked up, "Hello? Thank you for dialing XXX, what would you like today?" The person asked, but right now you were focused on Izuku, his face right between your thighs as he kisses them, leaving small hickies.

"I-I'd like to order some chicken wings," you try to say calmly, as Izuku takes off your shorts and panties, "Spread your legs darling," he says, as he pushes them apart. "I'm sorry but I don't think I'm gonna be able to wait for the food so I'll settle for you," he winks as he gives your pussy small kitty licks, testing the waters, you hot and horny. You tried to listen to what the person on the phone was saying but what you were really paying attention to was Izuku's tongue, his thumb found it's way to your clit as he rubs it in a circular motion, his tongue now going in and out of your holes

His stare never breaking, fuck he's hot. You unoccupied hand grip his green curly hair as you push him more into your pussy, you wanted to be fucked, "Alright your order will be there in 15 minutes," the person said as you quickly said thank you and then hanging up. Izuku's tongue didn't stop though, he sucked in your clit as you moaned out his name. Eating you out like starved man, as if it was his last meal, he plunged 2 finger into you as he starts stroking slow, his erection was painfully hard. "Izuku your dick please," you begged as your toes curl.

"But we're just starting babe," he teased, his fingers starting to move faster, you were dripping wet and Izuku was proud of that. "Izuku we have 15 minutes before they get here," you said, making up an excuse to just get him to fuck you, "15 minutes is a lot of time but, if you insist," he said as he pulls away, your pussy felt empty without his fingers, he hastily takes off his pants and boxers.

His dick sprang up, it was long and thick. You hopped off the counter, bending over it. He gives it a slap before rubbing his dick over your pussy, lathering it up first, teasing you. "Just put it in already please..!" You said, not able to take his foreplay, he tugs on your hair, pulling it back. "You gotta ask nicely darling," he said, as you whined. "Izuku, please fuck me already, I need your thick, long cock inside of my cunt please," you said, pressing down on him. He smiled content as he plunges his dick inside of you, your walls wrapping tightly around him, he groans as he pushes slowly.

"Fuck you're so tight," he hisses, you started to bounce up and down on his dick. "Look at you, you're such a slut fucking yourself with my dick," he chuckles as he matches your pace, his hips meeting yours. The warmth of your cunt drove him insane, all of the anger disappeared, he could never be mad at you for long, he was totally whipped for you, and he wouldn't want to change that for the world.

"Fuck, Y/N you feel so good, taking it in like a good fucking whore, who's cum dumpster are you huh?" He couldn't help but ask, as he pants, "Y-Yours and only yours," you mumble but that wasn't enough for Izuku, he wanted to hear you scream it, "Who was that baby? Say it again," he grits his teeth as he was close to cumming, his thrusts came harder, "Yours! Izuku's!" You moan out as he spills his cum inside of you, filling you up completely, "Take it my cum, you fucking slut," he moaned, as you came around his dick, it was ectasy.

The door bell suddenly rang, you scattered trying to get your shorts off the floor, but Izuku stopped you as he puts his clothes back on. "I'll take care of it, stay here," he said walking towards the door. "Thank you," you heard him say as he closed the door, his hand was holding a plastic bag, inside was the food you ordered. He helps you over to the dining room, as he gets you water, you felt his cum seeping out of you, it makes you flustered. "Sorry I got a little carried away darling," he said as he hands you your water, "It's fine, I don't mind rough Izuku," you smiled, "I'm glad," he laughed as he began eating.

Maybe getting him a little mad wasn't too bad.

☆Star.