#stop! you're doing this to us on purpose!

[kutepik]

So Fucking Domestic

(mdni 18+) How many times a week is it normal for a couple to do it? Well... You and Caleb are definitely above average.

1.2k. small hc about domestic life and boyfriend!caleb with a little bit of spicy hihi

Since you and Caleb started seeing each other officially, it was only natural that you spent more time in Skyhaven and he in Linkon. You both had such dense and strenuous routines that at any free moment you tried to be together and make the most of it. On a particular day during the first month of your relationship, you arrived at the Colonel's apartment and found some step stools placed at strategic spots in the apartment. They were large and discreet, one near the kitchen counter, another by the bathroom sink, another by the bookcase in the study and many others. The answer when you asked Caleb about it was simple: when he became a colonel and got the right to an apartment, the Fleet asked for his height to make the furniture as proportional and functional as possible for him. Now that you were spending more time there, he made sure to have those steps made at the right height for you, so that you could be as comfortable as possible. In fact, you always wondered why the sink seemed so high when you brushed your teeth, and how uncomfortable it was to cut things on the counter when you tried to cook something. Caleb was always so efficient and attentive, and you loved that about him.

A week after steps stools were added to the apartment, you were used to them. One day, while you were at the kitchen sink, peeling some apples for a quick snack, Caleb came in from a night mission.

"Hey! Want an apple?" You smiled when he hugged you from behind, sinking his face into the nape of your neck easily because of the extra height the step stool gave you.

"What a miracle to find you in the kitchen," he kissed your neck and held your hips, gluing you to him. You brought a piece of apple to his mouth over your shoulder and forced him to eat it, to shut him up. "Hmpf" He tried to speak and you turned around, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck.

"How was it today?" You gave him a small kiss on the cheek.

"Boring. I just wanted to come home to you." He rubbed his cheek against yours, sighing. "Buuuut, I had time to think of something"

"Hm?" You hummed with your eyes closed, feeling the warmth of his face against yours.

"I was wondering if... You'd let me put my cock inside you without me having to ask or with any ceremony." He said in a careful voice. "Of course, if you don't want to at the moment, just tell me and I'll completely stop. I totally understand if you find it weird and don't want to do this and I pinky promise we never have to talk about it again and I'll never bring it up ev-“

"I want it!” you said and threw your head to one side. His eyes widened in surprise. "Wherever you want. No matter when you want. I trust you." You kissed one of his eyes. "And I love the idea of you fucking me without ceremony and at any time."

"God, you're going to drive me absolutely crazy. Thank you." He squeezed you in a tight hug.

Once the two of you had agreed on this, you initially thought you'd be having sex the way you always did, hard, deep, kinky, full of fluids, scratches and bites, or doing intense quickies several times a day. But no, it was simple and intimate, simply delicious. Caleb just wanted to be with you and inside you all the time.

Little by little, you realized how the stool he had ordered served more than one purpose. Sometimes you'd be doing your makeup for work, standing in front of the bathroom sink, and Caleb would simply approach you, asking about your plans for the day. As the ordinary words and dialog went on between the two of you, he would gently pull up your shirt, pull down your panties and put his cock inside you. It was addictive. The fucking step step not only gave you the perfect height for the furniture in the house, but also to leave your ass at the right height for Caleb to find himself in you without having to hold you down, sit or lie down. It was usually like this: his cock nestling into you with slow, intimate strokes, while you both carried on chatting about anything, just spending time together.

By then, you made a habit of walking around the house in your (his) large shirt and no panties, knowing that Caleb liked to be with you, inside you, whenever he could. Of course, you still had brutal sex like two animals frequently, but it seemed that Caleb's obsession and need for you - and you for him - was able to bring about the most painfully intimate, simple and tender sex of your lives. It was just so good to trust so deeply in someone and to want someone so badly that no words or timing were needed. At one moment it was a "Can I stay here with you, baby?" and the next you were reading your book, bent over the counter, while Caleb slid his cock up and down between your folds, stroking himself against your clit, praising you and your pretty pussy. He did it not only because he wanted it, but because he could.

Sometimes he wouldn't even come, or even move. If you were watching a movie, he would surely be inside you, both of you cuddled up, relaxing after an exhausting day, cockwarming.

In fact, you liked it so much that when he didn't take the initiative, you went after him. There were times when he was reading reports, sitting on the living room sofa or in the office armchair, and you would silently approach him, fiddling with your cell phone, sit on his thighs, and soon his cock was hard and hot under his pants. Within moments, you were slowly riding his throbbing cock, while he used his thumb to caress your clit, slowly, just like the rise and fall of your hips. If you got tired, you didn't have to get up. You just kept yourself there, hugging Caleb, with his hard cock throbbing inside you, filling you up completely.

One day, talking to Tara and Simone at the pub in Linkon, the topic came up: "How many times a week is it normal for a couple to have sex?", and the girls debated curiously.

"I don't know, three or two times a week? It depends on their schedule." Simone said, sipping her drink.

"Some couples do it every day! Can you imagine? Having sex every day?" Tara said, her eyes widening. " What about you and your boyfriend? How often do you do it?" She asked, curious.

And that made you wonder. There was the mind-blowing sex, the longing sex, the dirty sex, the rough sex, the slow sex, the sex when you were reading, the sex when he was reading, the sex when you were on your cell phones, the sex when talking about anything, the sex on the kitchen counter, the sex on the bathroom sink, the bath time sex, the movie time sex, the bed time sex, the sleep time sex, the wake up time sex, the boredom time sex, the play time sex… And all you could do was blink, trying to calculate how many times a week Caleb and you had sex and it simply wasn't possible to count.

You laughed, sipped your drink and sighed.

"I don't know, I don't count." And it wasn't a lie.

[nightingale-prompts]

Demoted-DCxDP prompt

Another day another hero coming into Danny's space. Danny's R&R pocket dimension has been host to heroes coming and going as they please and at this point he has surrendered to it. The only real issue he has is them asking for help or advice. Sure he's on the level of a multidimensional God but that doesn't mean he actually wants to interfere with the world. He sees the bigger picture and the movements of the universes and knows the full extent of his powers effects on it. Simply put. He helps them in a wrong way and it will mean the aftershocks will ripple across all reality.

Sure it's enough to make a believer to reject all gods when they realize that he has to power to do whatever but chooses not to. But listen Danny is not a god. It's their job to manage their creations. Not his. He didn't make any sentient being.

Still, they come asking for help, and Danny does what little he can/wants to do(which is little). He makes artifacts. Small and useful things to help like a magical gadget to assist them.

He expects payment of course but that another thing.

Right now he was being badgered for advice by...um what's his face? Umm, green guy? The one with the uh...ring. Yeah him not the other green one with the stupid beard. Danny thought he was cool dude. Not like the other one from that other dimension, ugh. He was an edgy asshole, no wonder no one cared when he died. Danny didn't went want him so he booted him into a new dimension and life almost instantly.

Always the green guy was asking for advice about something.

"The red lanterns have their own reason to exist but is that right? To live in hate? Of course, they are evil but if their leader was vanquished could they turn to better purpose?" Hal asked the floating teen who was half listening as he observed the universe from inside his observatory.

Danny sighed as he adjusted his telescope. The view instantly focused on Atrocitus.

"The question is if anger could be put to good use. Atrocitus wants revenge but you seek him and his lanterns to avenge. One is done in vindictiveness and the other in righteous justice. Righteous, anger, justice, resentment, malice, and desire. These are all just words to me created to describe abstract excuses you make for yourselves. Right or wrong it doesn't matter." Danny sighed.

"Right and wrong does matter." Hal frowned.

"Oh, so you are telling me? The way I see it, it a petty concern because rage will always exist. Who are you to say it's wrong Green." Danny laughed at him like he was talking to a child.

"There is a wrong way to express anger. When you hurt innocent people to get your revenge. And there is a fair way to get retribution so that other people do not get hurt. You should only hold those who have done wrong accountable but punishment should be fair. It should be done to prevent more pain. Even if no one is happy with the results you shouldn't torture someone because you are hurt. There is a right way and anger isn't always the answer....but it is a part of healing. I won't condemn them for being angry because I understand where it comes from. But their way as it is now is not the answer."

Danny rolled his eyes.

"Great, so you have your answer. Didn't need me to help you did you?" Danny said shifting the viewfinder again back to his previous task "Seriously, if you need validation on whether you are doing the right thing get a sidekick."

Hal got a weird look in his eyes.

"No way. I'd have to demote myself back to a solid corporeal form." Danny crossed his arms.

"But you are still a kid. A teenager at that. I'll take good care of you and everything. What's wrong with going back to being a human.'

"Half-human." Danny corrected "and stop talking before the other ancients overhear and agree."

"Actually, I agree. You need to stay connected to sentient life while you're still young. And you have been rude lately. I think the lanterns will suit you."

****

Hal:So this is my new sidekick the Grey Lantern.

Danny:*crewing off his fingers to get rid of the fused black and white Lantern ring he has been fused with*

Bruce: Isn't he the god we have been using as a contact?

Diana: Ancient actually.

Barry: I think he's trying to kill himself.

Hal: Don't worry, he can't. His rings unique oath is about forming a cycle of life and death. He can't die or be revived. He's just stressed, like how a parrot plucks it's feathers.

[invincibledc]

.☘︎ ݁˖𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐑𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐞𝐬

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𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 (𝐎𝐂) 𝐗 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐒!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

⋆˙⟡ Synopsis: the times his quick relaxes came to life in the sack of love.

⋆˙⟡ Genre: fluff/oneshot

⋆˙⟡ Info: this OC is an OC I’m written for my own amusement. He’s the son of Harley Quinn and joker. Full name, Jacklyn Oswald Quinn. I got bored. Reader is the twin sister of Damian, but Damian is the older twin of course. Im only a writer so you can imagine who he looks more like but all I can is he is handsome canonically in my head and anything. Boy’s crazy but handsome.

⋆˙⟡ Word count: 1,380

There’s times when jack’s relfexes came to life, simply because of love. Or just because. He’s been trained harshly to be on his feet, always aware of surroundings. So of course he’s quick.

FIRST TIME.

It was late at night, and you found yourself cuddled up at Jack's place. He held you close, his strong hands firmly gripping your hips, pulling you against his slightly tanned body.

Jack hummed contentedly, burying his head into your neck, savoring the sweet scent of your perfume that lingered in his mind. After a moment, he pulled back to get a good look at your calm face—you were already asleep, nestled in his shirt. A smile spread across his face.

“So adorable,” he murmured, his fingers gently caressing your cheek. He could easily spend hours just watching you, and though it might sound a bit obsessive, he couldn’t help it.

Eventually, he shifted back, laying his head on his pillow, but exhaustion washed over him too quickly. He couldn’t shake the thought—why were you such a wild sleeper?

Suddenly, he felt you start to move, too much for comfort. He turned his head just in time to see you teetering on the edge of the bed. “Oh shit!” he whispered loudly as a rush of adrenaline shot through him. Just before you could fall, Jack swiftly grabbed the back of your shirt, his hand showcasing the definition in his forearm as he clenched the fabric tightly.

You were still completely out of it, snoring softly, and Jack breathed a sigh of relief, pulling you back to safety. He positioned you on top of him, wrapping his arms securely around you. He chuckled softly, bemused at how you remained blissfully unaware of your precarious position.

“Such a clumsy bird,” he said affectionately, kissing the top of your head. Instinctively, you snuggled closer to him, deepening his resolve—he’s never letting you go.

SECOND TIME.

During the patrol, you navigate the rooftops using your grappling hook with purpose. In costume, you instinctively overlook a boy joker flicking cards between his fingers from a distance.

“And the cards just keep going,” he says in a low rasp, his voice vibrating against his throat like a frog. Without hesitation, he trails you from afar.

You stop atop an apartment complex, pulling out your binoculars to scan the streets. To your left, you're met with the painted face of the Joker. Not shocked by his presence, you maintain a stoic expression, locking eyes with him until he chuckles.

You attempt to kick him, but he catches your leg before it can hit him. “Easy on the kicking,” he says, letting you retract your leg. The boy joker smirks, taking your binoculars. “Hello puddin’, what brings you out here on this beautiful night?”

With the binoculars resting at his side, he tilts his head, displaying a Cheshire grin. “C'mon, crack me a smile, puddin’,” he urges.

“I want to know what you’re doing here, Jack,” you state firmly, cutting to the chase. Jack pouts, his dyed green hair swaying in his face as he runs his fingers through it.

“Jeez, can't a guy see his girlfriend once in a while?” He hands back the binoculars, but despite his playful tone, you sense something deeper. You take the binoculars from him, frowning as your stoic facade begins to slip.

“I’m sorry, Jack… It’s just—”

“Hey, it’s alright… I understand, baby,” he interrupts, moving closer, aware of the stress you’re under balancing your normal life with being a vigilante.

“Maybe you could let me help you with this,” he suggests, smoothly sliding behind you. You feel his glove brush against your suit as he lifts your hand, covering it with his.

“I don’t want to bother you,” you reply.

“You won’t bother me. You can’t annoy me, love.”

You begrudgingly admit how he manages to thaw your resolve. You hate it, yet you find yourself leaning into his warmth as he kisses your cheek.

“There you go, relax,” he whispers in your ear, his hands making small, soothing circles on your stomach. You chuckle, feeling a ticklish sensation that prompts him to grin wider.

“Haha, ticklish, isn’t it?” he teases.

You nod, pushing his face away from you. “Stop it. I still have a patrol to finish.”

“Yes ma’am,” he replies, the smile refusing to leave his face.

“Guess I’ll see you another night?” he asks, squeezing your hand gently. You nod assertively, “Of course. I’ll see you another night, Jack.” The moment he releases your hand, you pull out your grappling hook.

The boy joker watches you launch off, his smile lingering as he walks away.

“She’s so adorable…”

THIRD TIME.

On a relaxing spring afternoon, you stood confidently in a sundress that flowed beautifully in the wind and fit you perfectly. Jack, on the other hand, was in a black hoodie, baggy jeans, and sneakers. The contrast between your styles was striking. You both had shed your nightly alter-egos, but this outfit choice of his was pushing your limits.

You shot him a pointed look, arms crossed firmly across your chest. A nice white shirt would have sufficed, and you could have tolerated the baggy jeans. But a hoodie? That was crossing the line.

“Babe, it's not that serious,” he said, trailing close behind you as you strode purposefully through the streets of Gotham City. “I expected you to look somewhat presentable for our date,” he added, sensing your irritation and watching you speed up with determination.

“You need to choose your words better,” he replied while maintaining your pace. “I can't understand you and your formal words.” Jack quickened his step to walk beside you, his blonde hair ruffled by the wind as you approached the busy sidewalk.

With your arms still crossed and brows furrowed, you could feel Jack’s frown. He sighed, trying to lighten the mood. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry babe. I’ve got some cash in my wallet. I’ll get you anything your cute heart desires,” he said quickly, his Brooklyn accent more pronounced as he fumbled through his pockets.

Thank goodness, despite his unbearable mother, he has money to spare. While he rummaged for his wallet, he glanced up and noticed a guy staring at you. You appeared completely unaware, raising an eyebrow at Jack, confused about his sudden pause. Jack's expression darkened as he pushed aside thoughts of the money and stood tall next to you. “So, puddin`, how about you just grab my wallet and head to the café?”

You scrunched your face, giving him a skeptical look. “Why would I leave you?” Jack let out an exasperated groan, then pressed his lips against yours for a quick kiss, steering you into the bustling crowd as people flowed past.

“I need to use the bathroom, alright?!” he shouted, feeling the weight of everyone’s stares. Without hesitation, you bolted away, not wanting to draw any attention to yourself because of his embarrassing outburst.

Jack muttered under his breath, “Never using that excuse again…” His gaze darkened as he observed the man from before tracking your movements. Determined, Jack took a different route, swiftly navigating through a shortcut. Thankfully, his mother had trained him well in maneuvering through tight spaces. He glided through the alleyways, spotting the guy lingering at a distance.

Smirking with a dark expression, he ran at the man, superkicking the male before backflipping away. The man fell to the ground, dazed before Jack couldn't help but chuckle, grabbing the male by his legs.

“Should've kept your eyes to yourself. Ladies don't like a creep man.” he stares down the man like a worm, ready to execute the man, he hears your voice.

“Jacklyn Oswald Quinn.” Your voice was firm as you stepped into the alley, hand on your hip, eyes fixed on Jack, who stood there looking defeated. “I could’ve managed him myself. You should’ve just told me what was the problem.”

You strode toward Jack, who let out a quiet whine. “But baby…” he began, his raspy voice lingering in the silence of the alley, the only other presence being the unconscious man on the ground.

“No.” Jack sighs as you grabbed his hand, he’s such a sucker for you. “No fighting, no killing, no nothing. You have to keep your sanity leveled.” you scolded him, dragging him to the cafe.

“Yes ma’am…”

Jack Quinn tag: @xxxryukifukuxxx @lockofspades @sramoonlight @darkfaethedestroyer @gayartisticandlonely @sleeping-l0s3rs @itsmonicabc @dead-ry-walking @fanaticf1fan @cxcilla @wolffrankie @jellystar-star @nayykura @nickithearticorn @deadwillow240

[spiderb00bs]

- MISERY

Charlotte Alden x reader

"Your girlfriend will make sure you don't forget who you belong to"

genre - smut 18+ MDNI warnings - face sitting, asphyxia, Charlotte is Charlotte, so...

Now Playing - Misery, by Maroon 5

"I am in misery there ain't nobody who can comfort me"

You're tired!

Every day went by extremely slowly, and it was almost as if the universe was torturing you in every possible way. You had classes that went by extremely slowly, you had practices for soccer games that you didn't want to go to, you had hours and hours of internships at your girlfriend's father's big company, and because of that, you still had hours and hours of “quality time” with your girlfriend.

Charlotte Alden was the kind of girl everyone always kept their eyes on. She's beautiful, rich, intelligent, and she can wipe you off the map in the snap of a finger if you step into her boots. Everyone wanted to be with her, or be her. Charlotte was like a queen in high school, based on the stories you heard from her friends, and it seems this whole title carried over into college.

Your story with Charlotte wasn't so normal. I mean, sure, you had fallen in love with her and she had already fallen in love with you before that. But before the two of you were officially a couple, Charlotte chose you. The brunette saw every detail of you, she remembers very well when she saw you wandering aimlessly around the college hallways, almost like a lost puppy. A puppy that desperately needed an owner in your life, a puppy that needed someone to pull on your collar and get you back on track.

And that someone was her.

Since then, your life has taken a complete turn, your grades have improved, because Charlotte couldn't date someone who would fall behind. Your clothes have changed, from band shirts and baggy jeans to sweaters and elegant shirts and well-ironed pants. You should do some sport, because Charlotte doesn't like it when you sit still. And you'll definitely accept the internship her father has for you, because she's tired of being spoiled by her father, so you have to have money to spoil her now.

Your whole routine, your days, hours, minutes. Fuck, your whole world revolves around Charlotte Alden, and you're tired of it!

When you open the door to the apartment - yes, apartment. Cause you're crazy if you think Charlotte Alden is going to share a college dorm room - that you share with your girlfriend, all you can do is let out a sigh of relief. The day at Company Alden had been extremely stressful, and you just wanted to lie down and sleep until next year. You knew that Mr. Alden had a purpose when he tripled the amount of work for you, he was training you to take over the company. You remember him mentioning it once or twice, always putting the word “marriage” between sentences.

Honestly, you didn't have the strength to fight that crazy family anymore, you were just accepting what they were giving you. But damn, sometimes you wanted to explode in their faces.

The sound of footsteps made you look up, seeing your girlfriend walking towards you with an unflattering look on her face. At that moment you knew the night was far from over.

“Where were you?” These are the words that come out of your girlfriend's mouth, and honestly, you have to stop yourself from opening the living room window and throwing yourself off the building.

“What do you mean where I was?” You ask, still incredulous at your girlfriend's attitude. “I was working!”

“You're lying!” Charlotte's voice makes you want to melt, but the tone she uses with you makes you want to roll your eyes. My God, even you are confused by this woman.

“Charlie, you literally have my location on your cell phone!” You say, trying to put an end to whatever this was, before it goes to the next level.

“What do you want me to think? You took forever to get home!” Charlotte says, crossing her arms and walking away from you - into the kitchen.

“I just want you to trust me!” You say last, following the woman before shaking your head negatively. “You know what, I'm tired. I spent the whole day doing a lot of things and I just wanted to get home and rest. Believe what you want, I'm done with this!”

Seeing you start towards the stairs on the second floor of the apartment, Charlotte quickly follows you, entering the room and closing the door with a slam. “What do you mean you're done? Are you breaking up with me? You can't break up with me!”

Hearing your girlfriend's words made you let out a tired huff, unbuttoning your social shirt as you turned to look into the brown-haired girl's eyes.

“No, that's not what I meant.” Charlotte could see the fury in your eyes, but it didn't scare her one bit. “I'm just tired of it all. This isn't the life I want to be living!”

Your words made Charlotte shake her head, the expression of disbelief marked on her face. Your girlfriend simply couldn't imagine how ungrateful you were being right now. She'd just given you everything, handed it to you on a golden platter, put you to work in her father's company, helped you dress better, and a thousand other things. Holy shit! You had her, Charlotte Alden herself, all to yourself.

“Are you saying you're tired of me?”

Of course she would make it all about her. It could even be about her, since she's the one who got you into all this in the first place. But you love Charlotte, and as much as she was one of the most spoiled women you've ever met in your life, you could never live without her.

“What? No! I didn't say that.” You argued.

“But that's what it sounded like!” Your girlfriend's immediate response hit you like a bowling ball to the head. And you didn't even notice the brunette approaching, too busy clutching the side of your head, waiting for that twinge to go away.

“Yeah, but it didn't…”

“You know what I think, baby?” Charlotte's voice made you look up slightly, now seeing how close your bodies were.

Your girlfriend was tall, but you were still a few inches taller, but despite everything, that didn't stop you from feeling so small in front of her. Charlotte put her arms around your shoulders, grabbing you and pulling you closer to her, your hands quickly gripping her waist, almost like muscle memory. Her characteristic sarcastic smile was on full display, and that was enough for you to know what was coming.

Leaning in, your girlfriend's lips brushed lightly against your ear, and you could feel her warm breath, sending a shiver down your neck. “I think you need to relax.”

Your girlfriend's hands reached for your chest, pushing you down onto the bed, making you fall into a sitting position. Charlotte quickly mounted you, wrapping her legs around you, her hands in your hair and her brown eyes looking at you in a different way, almost as if you were her prey.

She was the tigress, and she was ready to pounce on you, her prey.

“Shall we have some fun?” Your hands were positioned comfortably on your girlfriend's legs, you knew what was coming, and so did she. “Do you still want me as your stress relief?”

The peck on her lips made you shake your head immediately, even if you knew it was all a show. And just as you suspected, the expression on your girlfriend's face changed completely, following her untying the silk robe she was wearing.

If before you had been completely disarmed, now you were completely immobile. The weariness in your eyes had disappeared, giving way to the lust that now exuded from the room. Your girlfriend's flashing smile made you even hornier, and your hands were roaming freely over her big thighs, while you could feel her liquid dripping down your abdomen.

“You're so much more than that, Charlie…” You said, knowing that the brunette must still be a little angry with you for the previous argument.

“Exactly.” Charlotte said, moving her hips up your body, sitting comfortably on your chest. “You'll never leave me, baby. You'll never be tired of me. You just need a boost."

Her hands ran through your hair, trying to get your agitated breathing to calm down, even though she knew you would never be calm with her on top of you. Charlotte knew the power she had over you, and she loved it.

“Are you ready for me, baby?” Charlotte tilted her head slightly to the left, almost as if she was mocking you, almost as if she was sure you couldn't handle her.

“Yes! Please Char, let me make you feel good!” You begged, causing your girlfriend's eyes to glaze over and her to let out a giggle.

Charlotte crawled even further on top of you, leaving her intimacy flush with your face. Your mouth was dry and you just needed her to quench your thirst.

“Please, Char. You're just torturing me now!” You said, grabbing her thighs in an attempt to make her lower her hips onto you.

“I like making you desperate for…” Your girlfriend's voice was quickly cut off as you pulled her thighs apart hard enough to make her collapse on top of you.

You both moaned. You moaned when you felt the taste of your girlfriend in your mouth, and Charlotte moaned when she felt your mouth finally reach the place she so desperately wanted. The brown-haired woman's hands went straight to your hair, pulling and letting the slight pain run through the strands. Charlotte's mouth was open in a perfect “O”, and she swore you were fucking her in the most passionate way ever.

“Fuck baby, show me how frustrated you are.”

The words your girlfriend let out between moans served as fuel for you to do your best. One of your hands - which had been on her waist - moved down, positioning itself on her clit, massaging it and causing Charlotte to arch her back and squeeze her thighs around your head, cutting off your air circulation.

You knew that with Charlotte, nothing was by chance. She could be at her best, but she would still be planning every detail of the moment, doing everything possible and impossible to be in control. Her thighs squeezed tightly around your head, and you dug your nails deep into her hips.

“Hold on a little longer, baby. I'm gonna cum!”

Her voice was a distant roar in your ears, and even though you were about to pass out between your girlfriend's legs, you kept doing your job.

Charlotte's thighs trembled in your hands, and you knew she was coming. Unfortunately, her grip around your head didn't loosen. Desperate for air, your legs began to struggle, trying to get the brunette woman off you. Seeing your desperation, Charlotte laughed again, within the haze of pleasure, getting off you, only to sit on your chest, looking at you with fun as you breathed deeply.

She was clearly enjoying seeing your situation. Your face was red, the veins in your neck were bursting, and her fluids were dripping down your nose, mouth and chin. Still in the foggy haze that was your head now, you didn't notice Charlotte picking up her phone, you certainly didn't notice her opening the camera either, but you certainly felt the pain of the camera flash in your eyes.

“Do you always have to take pictures?” You asked with a snort, knowing your girlfriend's annoying habit of taking pictures of you at somewhat… questionable moments.

“You know you love it.” Your girlfriend smiled, lying down next to you and running her hands through your hair in an attempt to make it tidy.

“I love you.” You said, kissing the brunette and letting her taste you on the lips.

“I know, I love you too, baby.” Looking at you, Charlotte was sure she was going to make sure you never forgot that. Make sure you were hers forever. “Forever and Always.”

hello everyone. i wrote all this in 30 minutes, it was simply a bomb of inspiration. Well, my cousin was watching Status Update when I got home from college, and I was simply mesmerized by Courtney Eaton! I remembered her from that movie, but I didn't remember that she was SO GOOD.

So I kind of made it based on my life. I'm TIRED, I'm honestly a zombie walking around, college is kicking my ass, I'm trying to keep going to the gym often - cos that's one of the things I love to do - but I got a job, so I'm fighting against time.

Anyway, I'm finishing Jenna's story, it's almost ready to post, but I wanted to post Charlotte's first.

Wow, I've dumped it all here, lol. Well, I hope you're all well, drink some water and stay safe.

xoxo, spider

[msilverstar]

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FOREWORD: BUCKY BARNES (by Sebastian Stan, Spring 2025)

I remember standing up on a ladder, sweating, in the middle of a take on a hot day in Palmdale, California, on the set of The Apparition. They were doing a camera reload, I think, when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I took it out and looked at it: "Unknown caller I.D." "That can never be important," I thought. I let it go to voicemail.

We got the take and, in fact, continued to shoot for another few hours until, finally, I remembered, "Oh right, I had a voicemail." | took out my phone and brought it to my ear, expecting a telemarketer, only to hear, "Hey, it's Kevin. From Marvel. We'd love for you to do Bucky. If you're up for it. Give a call back." My heart stopped. My knees got weak. No way. Impossible. Earlier that day, someone had played a prank on me, stating, "It's April 1st! APRIL FOOLS' DAY!" Was this a joke or the real Kevin Feige?

It's an understatement to say my life changed that day: April 1, 2010. In three months' time, I was to go to London and start filming Marvel Studios Captain America: The First Avenger as Bucky Barnes.

It's insane for me to admit I didn't know anything about good old James Buchanan Barnes before my Captain America screen tests - which were for Steve Rogers, not even Bucky Barnes. I just didn't grow up with comic books, but I immediately had to dive in. I had a lot of catching up to do - including reading the convention-breaking series by Ed Brubaker and Steve Epting that revived Joe Simon and Jack Kirby's long-dead creation and started his journey as the Winter Soldier. Now, fifteen years later, I'm here trying to impart some wisdom. Life is crazy. I've never known it any other way. And neither has Bucky.

I think the thing I've loved most about Bucky all these years is that he always keeps me guessing, in one way or another. Every time I think I have him figured out, he keeps surprising me. Sometimes, I don't know what he's going to do next. What he wants from this life next or if he even knows - like most of us, I guess. Part of the reason is that he never really had a choice. I always felt that, at the end of the day, he enrolled in the Army back in the '40s mainly to protect his best friend, Steve - to go on with him and fight the good fight and keep an eye on him, make sure he didn't get hurt. After all, Steve kind of was the only family he ever had. At least, it felt that way to me.

Bucky was always a real human being to me. A young man trying to figure out his purpose - and before he could, he was captured, brainwashed and turned into a fighting machine. A Manchurian candidate, to some extent. Held against his will. Given a new identity. And for the wrong team. Bucky Barnes is all of us. And that's why Pretty intense for a comic book if you ask me. And yet real. I've never questioned why so many people related to Bucky or why so many former soldiers approached me about him, saying, "I know what he went through..." But I just knew he was real. People connected to him in a deep, profound way.

As we know, Bucky eventually regains his memory and thus all his "sins" along with it, leaving him more lost than ever and full of guilt and shame. How does he go on? How does he accept his past?

I think, for me, this was always incredible to explore, because this is a very real thing. It's human. We all must do this in life - confront our past - and some are braver than others, while others fight and run from it. But this struggle to embrace the past and move forward is something I think has always rang true about Bucky, and it's also something many people understood.

Without a doubt, he is one of the most fascinating characters I've ever played. Alongside him for fifteen years, I have met life as best as I could and questioned life as much as I could - and I feel we have grown together as a result. He's my brother, in a way. The brother I never had. And he's taught me a lot.

Bucky Barnes is all of us, and that's why he will always live on. He understood that the only way out is by going back in and truly confronting yourself. By doing so, he achieved his freedom. The freedom he lost back in the '40s. I could go on and on because he fascinates me, and I feel so blessed to have been given the chance to play him. I'm so grateful for that day: April 1, 2010. It changed my life. Thank you, Kevin.

CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE WINTER SOLDIER [MARVEL PREMIER COLLECTION] (Amazon link) by Ed Brubaker. Features an exclusive foreword by Academy Award-Nominated actor Sebastian Stan

CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE WINTER SOLDIER [MARVEL PREMIER COLLECTION] by Ed Brubaker Features an exclusive foreword by Academy Award-Nominated actor Sebastian Stan

[xiepheer]

hello i was thinking this so does the Beast's have nicknames for Y/N like cute sweet and silly nicknames for them just for them to be very embarrassed about when they got older as well If the Beast's show any baby photos or videos of baby Y/N being very cute and i very much headcanon mostly Shadow Milk Cookie taking thoese photos/videos just to embarrassed Y/N

By the way now i can't stop seeing Y/N as a little owlet being born from a egg and being very fluffy and cute as well for them being a snow owl or something like that

Their Tiny Owlet

Beasts x daughter/son reader!

Scenario: Their nicknames for you and them showing your baby pictures!

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Hello guys! As you can see, I have decided to open my Tumblr again!

Honestly I'm more active in tiktok rather than other social medias!

But here! 💗

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Mystic Flour cookie

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

For Mystic Flour, her nicknames for you as her duaghter will be 'Dear', 'Dear daughter', 'Dearest', or 'Child'.

Why?

She sees you as one of the most important things in her world.

Of course it's because you're her offspring and she knew if she loses you, then she loses the very thing she created.

And of course, creations can be fragile if not watched properly.

Shes not the type to be teasing you.

The fact she's as quiet as the wind flowing in peace.

The wind is quiet but can be strong.

She's the mother where actions speak well.

She would take care of you but teach you less about words.

She would rather teach you how to act polite and be polite.

And she would assign you a private tutor or give you dictionary simply because she's not too fond of words.

Or maybe is that (headcanon) she speaks in her ancient language when English wasn't a language yet.

When she was walking around, cleaning and organizing the things that aren't supposed to be there,

She stumbled upon a box.

But not just any box.

The box full of your memories.

She took the stuff out and nostalgia hit her.

She could see how fast you've grown.

From a tiny sprout to a sprout that is able to stand on its own.

She opened her eyes to stare at the photos and after centuries, she manages to smile.

It was small but it was noticeable.

She decided to take these and show you this.

She didn't see anything wrong to seeing your old baby photos. Why you are embarrassed seeing your old photos.

She didn't see anything wrong to you at all.

You claimed it was because you used to be chubby or fat or ugly but she didn't see anything wrong with that.

"Dear child, your appearance when you were young was how any normal person would look like. Do not feel embarrassed for seeing a natural part of a cycle"

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Burning Spice cookie

You, being his only child means you have to go through ridiculous things.

Such as nicknames.

His nicknames for you was 'Warrior' or 'Sprout' or 'Little thing'

He didn't see much into you but put more work into making you the heir of the throne.

He he doesn't even know who the mother is.

He trained you to fight and wield a sword.

To win every battle you've come crossed.

That is his true desires with you.

He never really liked children much.

Why?

He sees them more as a nuisance and a pain in the ass.

But you, you live for a purpose.

And that purpose was to fight and be the next head of the throne.

When he found your baby pictures, he could only feel proud at how you went from a weakling to a warrior.

He would show you and tell you how much you've grown and grown strong.

You, on the other hand, couldn't help but feel embarrassed at you old weak state.

You were weka but it all takes progress.

"Oh I definitely understand why you feel embarrassed! You were weak!!! But nows the time to feel proud for as you've grown twice as strong as you were when you were young!!"

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Shadow Milk cookie

Being the daughter/son of this jester clown means you also have to go through his nuisance tricks.

But mainly, he calls you by the names 'Lil clown' or 'Little girl/boy' or calls you by your name. Sometimes he even adds 'ily' in the end of your name. (Similar to Vanilly)

He never actually did it with anyone but created you as a mere puppet.

But to his surprise, he's created more than a puppet.

A puppet with a brain of its own.

At first, he was shocked to even find out that you were learning.

Most of his puppets would stay brainless and wouldn't even process the things around them.

But you, he considers you as his daughter because you were created by him not by blood but was created by his own will.

He taught you things and even taught you to embrace deceit itself.

You weren't just a brainless puppet, you have memories, emotions, feelings, sensations.

Those were the things that his other creations couldn't get.

Of course, it's your brain or mind was what was growing.

Your puppet body never actually grows.

Your body stay as it is but you improve.

Like a robot or AI.

Ai or robot stay as a robot or Ai and computer but it's their minds that improves.

Their body may not show and improvement, but it's the mental mind that is improving.

When he was lurking in his spire, he was surprised to find old photos of you.

You when your mind was 5 months old, 5 years old, or 10 years old.

When he showed this to you, you honestly didn't see any difference.

Why?

Well obviously it's because it's you mind that changes.

But of course he still teases you for being naive and innocent back then.

You never truly desired to feel embarrassed but it's what he says that makes you feel embarrassed.

"Oh don't feel embarrassed now! You're my greatest creation! You should feel proud that you're unique! Or you would've been thrown in the pit where my other puppets lay!"

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Hi everyone! So sorry if this one is short but I hope you like it!

Also school is almost ending!

Might update more in the summer if I pass! (My grades are low but they're still passed)

Let's see if I'm going to pass or pass away!

Anyways guys, byeee!

[premiumbitch]

HI AGAINNNNN I'm the girl that asked you some time ago if I could shift before watching and knowing the full story of an anime and if my mind would fill it with lore-accurate info !!! So, after doing the script (i genuinely wanted to, I know it wasn't really necessary but dw it's just therapeutic SJDJQJ), my room in the dr in the Sims (🤭) and everything, I'm finally not busy and tired, so I plan on shifting finally <3

Since you're the girl I see more realistic here (in the sense that you don't set limiting beliefs in any way, like "no but remember to set everything planned in a notebook because you won't shift" shit), and it's my total first shift EVER (and I don't know ANYTHING because I never really cared about shifting) I wanted to ask the best way to shift from a reality to another for a complete beginner (who's mind wasn't shattered by shifttok lol)?? I don't know if u already talked about it tho so sorry if u did ! 🙏🏻 AGAIN, THANK UU 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

hi babee!!! congrats on getting everything set up!! heres my advice for you:

There is no "best shifting method", It all depends on YOU. Shifting isn’t about effort. It’s not something you have to earn by following the right steps or proving you want it badly enough. It’s not a performance, a test, or a secret skill reserved for the chosen few. It’s something you already know how to do—you just have to let yourself.

Since this is your first shift, the best thing you can do is not overcomplicate it. The reason so many people struggle is because they’ve convinced themselves that shifting is difficult, that it requires months of practice, the perfect method, and absolute silence in a dark room. But shifting is natural. It happens all the time—when you get lost in a daydream, when you wake up from a dream that felt more real than real life, when you space out and suddenly realize minutes have passed. You’ve already experienced small shifts without trying. Now you’re just doing it on purpose.

There is no “best” method because shifting is personal. Some people like to visualize their desired reality in as much detail as possible, immersing themselves in the sights, sounds, and emotions of being there. Others find that detaching from this reality works better—falling asleep as if they’re already in their DR, knowing they’ll wake up there. Some people don’t use a method at all. They just decide it’s done, and it is.

The only thing that matters is what makes you feel most natural. If a technique feels like a chore, forget it. If affirmations feel forced, don’t say them. Shifting isn’t about forcing, it’s about allowing. You don’t have to “do” shifting—you just let yourself experience it.

The best mindset to have is one of quiet certainty. Don’t analyze every sensation, don’t wait for fireworks, don’t stress about whether you’re doing it right. Just assume that shifting is as easy as breathing, as natural as falling asleep. Let go of the need for proof. Let go of hesitation. The moment you stop treating shifting like a struggle, it stops being one.

You are not trapped in this reality. You were never trapped. The door has always been open. All you have to do is walk through it.

[str4wb3rrysw3etheart]

HII!!

SOOO.. i decided to start writing!! For the eltingville club! (They would hate me but shh..) I ran out of fics in a day.. so I'm doing God's work and supplying 🫡 (i actually have experience writing fics but got logged out of that accouht... and it was a different Fandom so good luck)

Anyway enough of my background stuff, here's fem! dating headcannons for all of the eltingville boys, plus a poly one 👅

Cw! SFW BUT SUGGESTIVE STUFF SAID BEYOND THIS POINT! Like lowkey could ne nsfw to someone but not to me.. Bill is still kinda a misogynist, but nicer. Pete is a little freak. I have a small preference for writing bill ... so sorry if his is longer 💔 pete has little siblings , poly is shorter bc I ran out of ideas 💔

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Bill

♡He .. to put it nicely sucks at most things. He's never done this before! Give him a break.. he gifts you small things from time to time that corelate to your interests, saying something like "here women god .."

♡He hates the club seeing you. He'll brag about you sure, but he doesn't want their filthy eyes to see you. He knows where they'd be looking

♡He isn't the best at affection so he'll normally just keep his arm around you, or hand on your thigh. He doesn't know what women like be nice to him

♡Will rant for HOURS about his interests, if you share some, he'll then quiz you about the lore , calling you fake if you mess up. He's a "Name five characters" type of man..

♡He starts to shower and use chapstick more, brushes his hair, the whole nine yards. But only if he knows you're coming to see him. He doesn't find showering necessary

♡Tries to be a manly macho man (he's failing). He wants you to rely on him because "that's a man's job" , even if you end up having him rely on you..

♡He dreams about you. In starteck outfits, in starwars, saving you from the big bad guy, he can't stop! Sometimes, if he's feeling nice, he'll look away from any boob's that the guys end up showing on movies.

♡Has a small staring problem.. he can't help it! Tits that are all his? And aren't imaginary? Jackpot! He's a pervert I'm sorry!

Pete

♡He is definitely always horny.. groping is his love language.

♡Shows you SO many horror movies, and purposely tries to scare you so he can seem 'manly' and cuddle you better

♡He LOVES watching you squirm, knowing you're so vurnable and grossed out/uncomfortable, it does something, but he will stop whatever movie he's watching if it gets too far

♡Will struggle with romance, like he doesn't wanna be seen doing basic normie shit. He wants any gifts or romantic gestures to be special... which normally ends up with a concerning amount of fake? Blood covering the both of you.

♡Loves to watch you cook, and I mean LOVES it. He loves watching you in an apron or even just clothes doing things like a house wife, he loves it.

♡Good with some kids.. (ex his little siblings) but leave him alone with them and you're ASKING for trauma for those poor kids.

♡If you're mentally ill? Great! He loves it, He's into some weird things.. but if you genuinely need comfort he'll try

♡Halloween is sacred to him and you WILL do matching costumes or he will ignore you for the whole night

Josh

♡One of the softer ones out of the boys

♡Everything and Everyone else is so mean amd rough , that he just wants both of you to be sweet and cuddle, he wants you to love him just as much as he loves you

♡He'll banter with you, but will never try to go too far, insecure that you'll leave him.

♡He only yells if he's very mad, he sucks at apologizing though.. so good luck on that part

♡He is so used to everyone being against him, that if you are just on his side, he's head over heels

♡He can't fight for the life of him, the other boys being the only thing that's as weak as him. But he will certainly threaten anyone who's mean to you

♡Gets embarrassed very easily, and tries to best to hide it, point it out and he gets even worse.. he was probably staring at your tits or something

♡He actively tries to have better hygiene for you, and his mom LOVES you for it. She thinks your a saint sent to help her son, and so you are very loved in that house.

Jerry

♡He is definitely the nicest out of all the boys, being gentle, almost treating you like a figure, something to be protected, but one that actually is a person!

♡Definitely rants about future plans in D&D to you, however if you play, he tries not to spoil it, push him and he'll crack though.

♡Loves for you to help him act out the scenes he plans , so he knows if they flow right

♡He loves to get you little gifts, and hide them around where you'll find them.

♡He may be sweeter but he's still like the other boys , has a tendency to whine when under pressure, and a HORRIBLE decision maker, just make them for him atp

♡He tries to be respectful about you and your body, not wanting to upset you, this is the only girl who has ever looked at him, he's so glad for this

♡Cosplays couples with you, like link and Zelda, peach and Mario, ect ect

♡Blushes easily, but LOVES to see you blush, just watching your cheeks tint from something he did? Exhilarating

Poly

♡I imagine, they all date you, they are NOT dating eachother, that's gay. (I'm bi dw)

♡Giving attention is like rolling a dice, get a low roll and they all decide that now NEED attention or they will DIE.

♡They all love to make you voice whatever girl they end up saving in d&d

♡They all will whine like toddlers if you can't make it to a meeting

♡If you all are watching a movie, you will be in the middle, no ifs, ands, or buts, about it.

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And suddenly my ideas ran away

[breathlessasphyxia]

"They're gonna see.."

"Let them see."

Tw: slight public sex (?), use of pet names, rough sex, penetrative sex, no condoms, not proofread, porn with no plot (MDNI, or do🤷) wrote this a year ago and forgot abt it, enjoy?? ><

The room was a mess. Kento's paperworks are scattered all over the floor, the couch is tilted and most importantly, clothes were all over the place.

"Kento not here.." You say in a hushed voice. "Why, feeling embarrassed doll?" He said in a teasing smirk. This was unlike him- well, it ought to be unlike him. But since you decided to be the brat that you are and actively flirt with that annoying co worker of yours, knowing damn well he could see your actions from his glass windows, this was to be expected and the fault was yours to blame.

But still! How could he recklessly pin you right where anyone can see?? "You know you like it slut, admit it." It was like he read your mind as He said in that usual deep voice of his. But he wasn't entirely wrong, no, no, no. In fact, you liked this so much that your wetness was dripping to your thighs.. literally.

Kento pinned you harder against the cold glass wall, the same glass wall that overlooked the whole office where you worked. Thankfully, it was midnight and all the lights were out except the one near the door. The door that could be opened at any minute by the guard patrolling the whole building.

"No I d-"

"Stop lying to me if you don't want me to fuck you outside this office." He sternly spoke, his hands coming down to grip your hips, slightly angling your ass to meet with his hardening cock.

He then swiftly bent you over, his hand coming to your lower back to put you into an arch before making his other hand grip you on your neck slightly. "Say, did you enjoy flirting with those braindead colleagues of yours?" He purred directly into your ear. "I wasn't flirting with the-" "You weren't flirting? So purposely biting your lip and looking at them so lewdly isn't considered flirting now doll? I wasn't informed" He mused sarcastically.

Before you could speak any further, you were interrupted when something suddenly entered your mouth. You looked down to see that it was his.. tie? "Be quiet and take it for me like a good girl, yeah?" He looked down at you, his brown eyes filled with so much lust, it almost made you breathless.

His warm hands travelled down to your waist and then to your thighs. He roughly spread your thighs apart before pushing your soaked panties to the side. Of course, as the insufferable husband that he is, he made sure to tease your folds and occasionally dip his finger into your slutty hole. He then leaned closer, so that his lips was right above your ears.

"say, what if I just ripped your clothes apart right here? Since you wanted to get everyone's attention by wearing that awfully skimpy skirt of yours?" He looked down at your figure, your legs slightly trembled and your breathing was erratic. It was a sight to see

"Hm? Embarrassed now are we? But of course, I won't do such a thing. Since you're my woman, this is only for my eyes, remember that." The way he spoke your name with such lust ignited your body on fire.

Of course, he didn't miss the way your soaking wet cunt clenched around his finger after he said those words. His smirk widened as he shoved his finger deeper into you. "Hm? Such a naughty slut I have." He purred "Don't think I wouldn't miss the way you tightened around my fingers darling. Why, you like being mine that much?" He teased "After eye fucking everyone in this goddamn office, you come crawling back to me like the good wife you are"

And with that, he picked you up unceremoniously, earning a gasp from you, he then pinned your much smaller figure to the glass walls before pulling your skirt up to expose your absolutely soaked panties. "K-kento they're gonna see.." You whimper out whilst he peppered kisses all over your jawline. "Let them see." He calmly responded before ripping your panty apart with one hand, while the other held you up against the wall.

Before you could protest any longer, he finally took off his restraints- his pants before grinding his clothed cock to your wet pussy. The man's hands then went to your thighs, down to your legs to put them above his shoulder. His hands supported your bottom as he continued grinding into you. "Feel me doll?" He rasped out, his hot breath meeting with your flushed skin.

Everything was sending you into an overdrive, his hot touch, his lips, his voice- it was pure euphoria. It sends shivers down your spine, the way he just manhandles you so easily and how he whispers those sinful words right to your ears. Everything he did made you wetter each passing second.

"Fuck- look how wet you are for me, so fucking wet.. you want to feel me that much hm? If you want it so bad then I'll give it to you." Not even moments later, you can feel his hot throbbing member tapping your nasty cunt, making loud squelches in the process which made you release a moan.

"like what you feel princess?" Even when your back was turned to him, you could feel his smirk while he said those words. The sensations were sending shivers down your spine. It didn't even occur to you that your legs were already shaking from exhaustion, nor the way your drool just slides down smoothly on the corner of your mouth- God you were such a fucking mess. His mess

[blairxbear]

Your final moments in their arms...

UA Part 1 / UA Part 2 / Pro Heroes / Villains

Warnings: These drabbles depict readers death and may contain heavy emotional themes. Mentions of blood, while nothing is graphic please be aware before reading

Featuring: Tomura Shigaraki, Dabi/Toya Todoroki, Shuichi Iguchi/Spinner, Kai Chisake/Overhaul, Jin Bubaigawara/Twice, Atsuhiro Sako/Mr. Compress, Young All For One

Tomura Shigaraki

Tomura knelt, trembling violently, blood soaking through his hands as he held you close, desperately careful not to let his Quirk touch your fragile skin. He'd never felt fear like this—not even once—until he saw your life slipping away.

"Y/N," he rasped, voice raw with panic. "Don't you dare leave me now."

You gazed up weakly, lifting a shaky hand toward his scarred face. "Tomura… I'm sorry."

His eyes flashed angrily, but beneath was desperation. "I don’t want apologies—I want you here. Don't leave me, you said you wouldn’t leave me!"

"I never… wanted to leave," you whispered, your voice fading gently. "I loved you too much."

He felt you go still in his arms, a scream trapped painfully in his throat as he clutched your lifeless form tighter, unable to even cry without destroying what remained of the one person who truly loved him.

Toya Todoroki (Dabi)

Dabi cradled your body, hands trembling uncontrollably, eyes wide with helpless rage and grief. Blood seeped slowly between his fingers, mingling with tears he’d never intended to shed.

"You promised me you'd survive," he hissed hoarsely, voice cracking. "You promised you'd never leave."

Your eyes softly met his, a faint smile crossing your pale lips. "I'm sorry, Toya… guess I lied this once."

He clenched his jaw, refusing to accept reality even as your heartbeat weakened beneath his fingertips. "You can't leave me alone in this world—I won't let you!"

Your hand touched his cheek gently. "Keep living… for both of us."

His heart shattered violently as your eyes drifted closed, the warmth fading from your touch. Dabi gripped your lifeless body tightly, flames erupting uncontrollably around him as he cried out your name into the cruel night, forever broken by the love he'd failed to save.

Shuichi Iguchi (Spinner)

Spinner held you protectively, panic flooding his normally steady eyes, voice thick with desperation. "Hey—no, don’t do this! You're tougher than anyone I know."

You weakly smiled, fingertips brushing softly along his scaled face. "Shuichi… thank you for believing in me."

His chest tightened painfully, tears pooling rapidly as he shook his head. "Stop talking like you're saying goodbye! We promised to make this world better together."

Your voice grew faint, eyes slowly closing. "I'm sorry… guess I won't see our dream."

He choked back a sob, clutching you tighter as your breathing faded gently away. "Please—come back," he whispered brokenly, resting his forehead against yours, tears slipping silently down his cheeks. "You were my world."

Spinner remained there, quietly grieving in silence, holding the one person who'd given him true purpose—the one person he'd now lost forever.

Kai Chisaki (Overhaul)

Chisaki’s hands trembled violently beneath his gloves, his breath harsh beneath his mask as he held your broken form, eyes wide with shock. Blood stained your chest, a cruel reminder of his failure. "This is unacceptable," he whispered desperately, voice strained. "I won't allow it."

You smiled faintly, touching his masked face gently. "Kai… it's okay."

"No!" His voice rose sharply, panic slipping through his carefully controlled tone. "I can fix this—just hold still."

Your gaze softened with understanding. "You can't fix this one, Kai… It's my time."

Chisaki’s chest constricted painfully as your eyes slipped shut, life fading from your body. He clutched you tighter, shaking uncontrollably, feeling a wave of helplessness he'd never known. He whispered brokenly, "You promised you wouldn't leave me in this disgusting world alone…"

Jin Bubaigawara (Twice)

Jin cradled you, desperately alternating between panic and denial. "Y/N, hold on! You're fine—you have to be fine!" His voice shattered, shifting abruptly. "No, they're hurt—so badly hurt. We can't lose them!"

You reached up weakly, touching his tear-stained cheek gently. "Jin… I'm sorry."

He sobbed openly, shaking his head wildly. "Don't apologize! You're the only one who understood—who accepted me… us! Don’t go!"

Your eyes softened lovingly. "Please, take care of yourself… for me, okay?"

He froze, heart breaking into countless pieces as your eyes slowly closed, your final breath quiet and gentle. Jin trembled violently, screaming into the darkness, holding your lifeless body, forever torn between the unbearable pain of losing you and the comforting lie that you might still wake up.

Young All for One

All for One cradled your wounded form gently, his calm, confident expression cracking for the first time. His eyes widened slightly, genuine panic flickering behind his usually cold gaze. "This wasn't supposed to happen," he murmured quietly, voice shaking. "I planned everything perfectly."

You smiled faintly, eyes filled with tenderness. "Guess fate… had other plans."

He brushed your hair gently, desperation seeping into his voice. "I'll rewrite fate—I refuse to accept this."

Your fingertips brushed softly against his cheek, voice weak but gentle. "Even you can't rewrite this… I'm sorry."

All for One froze, helplessness and grief overtaking him as your eyes drifted shut, leaving him in a silence he'd never known. Holding your lifeless body, he quietly whispered, "I would've given you the world for you."

Ko-fi / Masterlist

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"Once More, An Evil From Which You Can't Return" Story Event: Chapter 1

Roger Barel & Ring Schwartz

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This event story works in such a way that Chapter 1 is for Suitor A and Chapter 2 is for Suitor B, before splitting into two endings.

⇦ Prologue

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— The next day after I lost my memories.

Kate: … Thank you for the meal.

I sat at the breakfast table, but my mind was fully occupied by the fact I’d lost my memories…

In the end, I only had a small portion of fruit and some morning tea before getting up from my seat. 

…

(I wonder how I can get my memories back…)

Even after leaving the dining hall, that was all I could think about.

Just then, I heard someone’s footsteps coming from behind me.

Roger: Wait up, lil’ lady. 

Roger: We had a date planned for today. It’s still on, right?

(I don't recall anything about a date. Does this mean I made that promise before I lost my memories?) 

I found myself unconsciously staring at Roger’s face in confusion, and then he suddenly reached out to grab my chin— 

Roger: …

Kate: … W-what do you think you’re doing!?

When I realised our lips were just mere inches apart, I quickly pushed against his broad and sturdy chest to stop him.

Roger: Hm? You were staring so intently at me, I thought you wanted a kiss. … Was I wrong?

Kate: Definitely wrong! 

(Don’t tell me, Roger and I were dating? Even if we were, his explanation is too self-centered…!)

(I can’t believe this egotistical man is my lover!) 

Roger: Well, a promise is a promise. You're going on a date with me. 

As I stood there all flustered, Roger’s lips curled into a mischievous grin. 

…

(... Whether Roger is really my lover or not, it might've been a good idea to come out to town.)

Hoping that seeing the familiar streets might jog my memory, I followed after Roger— 

Roger: Having someone with me to carry the bags really does make a difference. 

Kate: This isn't a date, now is it!? 

(We went to several pharmacies, bought tons of medicine and bandages… there’s no way this counts as a date.)

Roger: It is, though? A shopping date.

Kate: I’m not seeing anything remotely romantic about this… 

Roger: Come on, don’t start slowing down. We’ve got more places to drop by.

Kate: More? My hands are already at their limit, can’t we take a break…?

At the same time I said that, my stomach let out a loud growl, announcing that it “wanted a break” too.

Roger: Pfft, HAHAHAHAHA! 

Kate: T-that’s because you dragged me all over town… 

Roger: In that case, I’ll treat you to whatever you want, as an apology. 

Kate: Eh? But…

(Is he really okay with that?)

Roger: What’re you hesitating about? We’re close enough for me to do that. Let’s go. 

…

Roger: This is my regular spot.

Roger: Let’s look at the menu… you’re good with starting off with a beer, right?

Kate: S-sure. 

Roger: Then we’ll have some snacks, something hearty for the main dish, and… 

While I scanned the menu, Roger placed our orders and sounded like he really was familiar with the place. 

When the food finally arrived…

Kate: Fish and chips, aged meat, potatoes seasoned with rock salt, banbury cake…! 

Kate: Wow… these are all my favourites! 

Roger: … I see. 

The small feeling of confusion I got… was because I expected him to go “told you so” when I expressed my delight at the food. 

Instead, Roger’s eyes were slightly narrowed, looking as though he was reminiscing about a memory I couldn’t recall. 

(Could it be that we’ve eaten together before?)

(Is that why Roger knows exactly what I like…?) 

Roger: What’s wrong? You stopped eating. Come on, eat up. 

Kate: Ah, right… thanks for the meal!

When I looked at him again, his facial expression was back to his usual grin. 

I took a bite of the steak and a smile naturally formed on my lips the moment the flavours spread in my mouth. 

Roger: That’s the smile I want to see. You have a bad habit of overthinking things to the point of losing your appetite. 

Roger: I know you’re getting all sorts of uneasy emotions right now, but you should eat well, sleep well, play hard, and laugh even harder. That’s how you keep your spirits up. 

Kate: Okay! 

(... Maybe that's the real purpose of today’s shopping trip.) 

Roger must’ve noticed how troubled I looked this morning and took me outside to distract me. 

I still wasn’t sure if we really had a shopping trip planned for today before I lost my memories, 

(But I’m not going to ask.) 

Had Roger not asked me out, I probably would’ve spent the entire day alone and brooding over my memory loss. 

Roger: These mashed potatoes soaked in the meat’s juices are amazing.

Roger: We should order more. You can still eat, right? 

Kate: Yes, of course! 

(I’m glad I accepted Roger’s invite.)

Kate: Thank you so much, Roger. Eating really cheered me up. 

(I always thought Roger was a pushy, selfish egotist, but he’s actually so kind and dependable.)

I found myself wondering about my past self before I lost my memories. 

(Did I… know this side of Roger before?) 

Roger: Why are you looking at me like that? Are you falling for me? 

(If only he wouldn't say such things…!) 

Kate: … It seems I’ve had a lover before. So I can’t think of falling for anyone else right now.

Roger: A past lover…?

Roger: Instead of clinging to your old flame, why not take this as a chance to choose again? 

Roger: Be my lover, Kate. 

Kate: T-that'd count as being disloyal towards my lover. And besides… 

(Even though I’ve lost my memories, there’s still one thing I can say for certain.) 

Kate: If I did have someone I once loved, I believe I’ll fall in love with them again. 

Roger: … Fall in love again, huh. 

I couldn't tell what were the emotions that flickered behind his wavering eyes.

But, in the very next moment—

Roger: Well, if ever you want to go to bed with me, just say the word. 

(This man, seriously…!) 

He said those utterly shameless words in broad daylight while downing his beer in one breath, and I barely managed to hold myself back from punching him. 

[darthbob88]

So it is 100% Israel's fault and 0% Hamas's fault, despite Hamas putting rocket launch sites in civilian areas specifically for the purpose of creating the "do we let them attack us with impunity or do we cause civilian casualties to protect ourselves" dilemma which they can then use for propaganda purposes whenever Israel chooses the latter option? Hamas has no blame here, it's all on Israel?

Let me guess, you're one of those people who insists on finding a third solution in the trolley problem?

I'm willing to go one of two ways here.

Israel is in fact 100% responsible for its own actions and the consequences thereof, including civilian casualties from strikes it conducts.

Israel is not responsible because "they made me do it", because Israel is a metaphorical child that should be taken over and administrated by another, more mature country.

Many of them know, but because things like this [protest against Hamas] risk getting shot at by Hamas's internal police, you don't see them as often as in Israel, a country where protest is a protected right.

And yet, Hamas is still running the show, and has been since '07. Also, again, none of those internal police have had a crisis of conscience over the fact that they're shooting their countrymen on behalf of dictators living abroad?

Yes. Are you seriously denying that Iran backs Hamas when they took credit for masterminding October 7th?

I'm questioning the idea that Iran is OK with their money supporting dictators, rather than on actually getting shit done. Luxurious apartments in Qatar don't liberate Palestine or fuck with Israel.

"Hellstate" is, if anything, underselling it. I can count the number of countries that would be worse to live in and that are not also active warzones on one hand, and could probably afford to chop off a finger or two.

I'm not going to argue that Iran is a liberated paradise. However, calling it the "Islamic Hellstate of Iran" is just a childish choice of vocabulary, and if you insist on that, I'm going to start using Maoist Standard English.

Have you just…never heard anything about Iran? Never done any googling about them? Does the term "Axis of Resistance" mean nothing to you? I'm genuinely amazed that someone is weighing in on the war in Gaza despite seemingly knowing jack shit about the primary backer of one of the two sides and its primary goal in life of making Israel stop existing by any means necessary.

I've heard plenty about Iran, from both sides of the aisle. Again, how does propping up dictators living in Qatar further that goal? I can see how supporting groups like the Al-Qassam Brigades would fuck with Isnotreal, and I can see why they'd want to keep 2 million Palestinian refugees in Gaza rather than trying to find homes in Iran, but that doesn't explain why they'd prop up dictators.

[dramalove247]

Favorite Things: See Your Love

Shows should not be allowed to have this much cute and fluffy. They set the bar way too high, even for fiction! The focus on being seen, embraced, and loved unconditionally tells a really beautiful and touching story and we love it more than is healthy.

This show made us laugh and cry. Below are some of our favorite moments and posts we found on tumblr (spoilers ahead):

Going to start with the ending because we CAN NOT with this scene. This show had so many devastatingly beautiful and romantic moments that we are overly obsessed with. And then they gave us this. The way they see each other and love each other completely and unconditionally is everything. I don't love you in spite of who you are, I love you because it's who you are. FJHHSOIYOIHWKNW!!! Too many feelings!

We love translation posts and this one by @thisonelikesaliens compared the translations of this one phrase on different platforms. We agree that Gaga won on this one! Too funny!

This scene made us choke! Thanks for the GIFS @pointlesscandies

This edit post by @theside-b was so HILARIOUS!!! 🤣 It lives rent free in our brain now.

This scene. Their faces. We were completely destroyed. Had to share these GIFS from @tokkistuff

It's what makes you YOU 😭😭😭 I'm not crying, you're crying! Thanks for the GIFS @taeminie

First @theside-b made us laugh with their hilarious edit, and then made us cry with these beautiful GIFS. This entire conversation was everything. Love this show so much.

This scene was 🥰. But this post by @hughungrybear made us 😂

Some of us have to do mental/emotional gymnastics when dubcon is part of a story. We're not sure being intentionally mislead is much better, but it was definitely a surprise and we'll admit, the scene was a little funny and @pointlesscandies post made me laugh!

Did you love it as much as we did? What were your favorite things?

[summergoodwife]

Gonna say it again, "Just stop consuming the genre" is THE WORST POSSIBLE RESPONSE to someone complaining about the lack of representation in their preferred genre!! And "Consume other stuff too" is not much better!!! I don't care how much you think varying media consumption is a Good and Holy lifestyle, not everyone wants to do that! There is no obligation to do that and there should not be! Because it's fucking entertainment. It's not a college major.

And! And and and. I would be remiss to not point out that when you tell someone, "If you want well written (minority) just get out of (genre fandom)" you are, regardless of your motivations, rhetorically aligning yourself with the exact same bigots who just want the pro-representation crowd to shut up and go away.

[sskk-manifesto]

Ep 10!