#to wear like I borrowed his 🫣🫣🫣

[star-mum]

So there's this Haikyuu movie coming out this month 🫣🫣

y'all i think it's time for a theme change

[gojorgeous]

Heyyyy I just wanted to say I love the way you write! I’m obsessed with your alpha!jjk character series. I’m very new to a/b/o fanfics buuut I keep thinking about how possessive they’d get if they smelled another scent on the reader, even if it was just from something like borrowing a sweater. I just imagine them like trying to override the scent n theyre like super determined to do it 🫣

Idek if that’s something that can happen in these typa fics but anywaysss

Have a good day!

Hey bestie! I decided I'd write a litle smthn smthn for you hehe. I picked geto cause he's more alpha to me. It's below the cut! (suggestive/a/b/o dynamics/jealousy):

"What are you wearing?"

You don't even look up from your desk, a little irritated that your late-night email check has been interrupted.

"Huh?" You scan a subject line and hit delete as soon as you realize it's no more than junk mail.

"What are you wearing?"

Your body jolts. He's using that tone that makes you melt for him- that he only ever uses when he wants, needs, your attention.

You turn quickly in your chair and your heart thumps when you see the angry furrow in his brow. "It's just... a sweater."

A muscle tics in his jaw and your eyes glaze over a little when smell his scent pumping thickly into the air of your office.

"It's not your sweater, and it's not mine. So where did you get it, hm?"

He's moving closer now, his spicy scent growing stronger with every step. You have to blink and swallow just to form a coherent thought.

"I-I got cold at work. A friend offered it to me..."

He's over you now, a hand curled around each arm of your chair, caging you in. A few strands of black hair have fallen loose from his bun and they brush against your face. The feeling makes you shiver.

His head dips until he's buried deep in your chest and you squeak when you hear him inhaling. You know you're in for it.

"It reeks of male."

You sigh, gently pushing him away. "I'm sorry, Sugu. I'll take it off-" You don't even get to finish before you hear a wretched tearing noise. "Suguru!" You can only watch as he literally rips the sweater from your body and then tosses it straight into the trash can. You swat at his shoulder. "That was a coworker's! What am I supposed to tell him when he wants it returned tomorrow?!"

His hands settle on your hips and the touch makes your skin ripple with electricity. His scent is even thicker now and he's so close...

"Tell him he shouldn't go putting his scent all over my omega." Your eyes glaze over and you whimper when a familiar heat starts swirling in your tummy. The primal side of you loves when he gets like this, loves when he stakes his claim.

You gasp when your ass is suddenly no longer in your seat and instead you're dangling in Geto's arms. Your legs swing as he carries you toward the bedroom.

"Sugu-"

"Shhh. We have to get that scent off you, no?" His smirk makes you shiver again. "And I have plenty of ideas on how to do it."

Hope you liked bb!!

[greycaelum]

I have another question, sorry if I'm spamming 🫣 but I was wondering if Kouki has ever attended meetings with his parents as the heir to the Gojo family? And how are Reader, Kouki, and Saiki treated in the world of Jujutsu Kaisen as the wife and children of the "strongest" ?

Kaleidoscope Series—Clouds and Mochi Chapters: { Field Trip }

—Gojo Satoru X Wife Reader

𑁍 Genre: traditional clans, politics, parenthood

𑁍 WC/CW/TW: (1.2k)—/timeline where Satoru managed to accomplish his goal of resetting the jujutsu society, remnants of traditionalist clan, politics, Y/n's role as the Madame of Gojo Clan, Kouki and Saika are candidates for being the next clan head—/

𑁍 A/N: will be catching up to the piled-up asks one by one~

If someone told you a decade ago you will be seated in meetings of the Gosanke, meet and discuss matters with the prime minister regarding matters with the jujutsu society, or the one overseeing the Gojo Clan in Satoru's stead, you would laugh at them and tell them they got their heads in the clouds.

Yet perhaps, one cannot really talk with finality because fate seems to always like bending what seems to be impossible to possible.

After all what would they expect from a human with a not so significant amount of curse energy to manage the top family of the jujutsu clans? Much more to be the drive behind movements in the Gojo Clan, resulting in movement in the stagnant jujutsu society.

Many traditionalist clans spited Satoru for such "preposterous" action. While the minority saw it as progress. Either way, they have not much of a choice but to address you accordingly as the Madam of the Gojo Clan and treat you as the wife of Gojo Satoru.

"If you don't feel good, you can excuse yourself and go with Yuta Onii-chan. He's guarding outside." You held hands with an eight-year-old Kouki who is wearing his light blue traditional haori and hakama with the Gojo Clan crest whereas you wear a kurotomesode with five Gojo Clan crests signifying the formality of this meeting. "Whatever you hear in the meeting must stay in that room and will never be brought out, do you understand, sweetheart?"

"I will be fine. I will sit beside you and protect you, Mama." Kouki looked at you with a determined look on his face so much as if you were looking at Satoru.

"Really? Mama feels safe having you beside me today sweetheart." You gently pat his head and motion for your bodyguards to stand outside as you enter the meeting chambers of the Three Great Sorcerer Clans and the Higher-ups.

You walked in with a stolid greeting to everyone as you found your seat on the round table and Kouki sat one step behind you in an impeccable seiza form he perfected in his etiquette classes.

It seems no one has expected the young scion of the Gojo Clan today and didn't take long to point out your son's presence. The others greeted Kouki as he returned them politely, the others took some time to eye the son of Gojo Satoru before turning to you.

"This isn't a playground for kids to easily enter."

You glance at the vicious tone of a minor clan head, one of the few traditionalists who survived the crusade.

"He is eight years old, and done with his hakama-no-gi." You glance at your son wearing his kimono like any adult in this room, then back to the older man. "Borrowing my husband's words, it's a field trip."

"Gojo Y/n, this meeting is not for kids to attend. This regards confidential matters of the Jujutsu administration. What are you trying to do?" An elder man seconded the motion.

"Young as he is, my son is one of the candidates as heir to the Gojo Clan. He needs to learn. Unfortunately, my daughter is still young so she cannot attend yet." You smiled.

Kouki saw the disagreement and unsatisfied looks of the people around them.

This is probably why his father always looks haggard when talking about this formal stuff. Clenching his fists he kept his mouth shut and looked at the people around the table, imprinting their faces in the back of his head. If he wants to protect the people he loves, then he will need to do better than this. He needs to protect his Mama.

"Oh, Kouki. Are you here to accompany Y/n-san?" Maki, in her hakama and haori with the Zen'in Clan crest, entered the room and was surprised to see the kid sitting behind you.

"Maki-san, good morning." Kouki promptly nodded at his elder sister who sat beside his mother after ruffling his head.

"Y/n-san, good morning. The hamburger steak you sent yesterday was very delicious. Thank you." Maki smiled brightly at you and looked at the people around the table with narrowed eyes.

"The Daiginjo Sake you sent last week was so good too Maki-kun." You chuckled at the younger girl and whispered. "Satoru was knocked out with just one shot."

With the landscape of the Jujutsu clans extensively reformed from the succeeding wars and tragedies that rocked the society's long-term traditions and foundations, it has also been quite rocky but more open for change regarding the stigma and decisions the higher-ups must execute for more viable options regarding the non-sorcerers and sorcerers welfare.

You were focused in the meeting and had long discussions with the people present. Sooner or later you know Kouki will grow bored and you don't fault him if he wants to leave, after all, no matter how good a kid your eight-year-old son is, he is still a kid, too young to sit on seiza for hours straight.

"Kou-kun? Do you want some onigiri?" Yuta sneaked in a rice ball on the boy who sat straight with his hands on his thighs. "We can go out if you want."

"I will stay with Mama." Kouki couldn't fully understand what the elders were discussing but all he cares is that he can see you work and hold your ground in front of all these people so gracefully. You look so effortless as you handle the matters being thrown at you regardless of how heavy the topic is. You've always been a good communicator, unlike his Papa who can be very nonchalant.

An hour later the session took a break and everyone went out to get some fresh air.

"Sweetheart, your legs must hurt from all the sitting, let me see." You were surprised that Kouki managed to sit through the meeting without being fussy.

"Mama, when I grow up, I'll be like you." Kouki scrunched his nose when he felt how numb his legs had gotten from sitting like that. Your surprised eyes met his determined ones.

"Like me? You're gonna handle clan matters, Sweetheart?" You chuckled and took some snacks for Kouki and Yuta to eat.

"No... I'm gonna be calm and smart like you." He met your eyes. "And I'm gonna protect you."

"You don't wanna be like your Papa?" Satoru popped out of the corner, one hand tucked in the pockets of his slacks, the other carrying your four-year-old daughter with her glittery backpack and frilly yellow dress. "Don't you wanna be strong and handsome like Papa too, Kikufuku?"

Satoru walked by your side and set down Saika who immediately ran to hug you.

"Mama! I missed you."

"Satoru..." You hugged Saika but then sighed at your husband. "Why did you bring her here?"

Satoru shrugged, pulling up his blindfold, and exchanged it with his black glasses. From the slit of the glasses, he swept a sharp glance over the spectators who gathered on the corners since he came with his daughter. It was enough to turn them away. He's just making sure no one would bother you and his son and at the same time make a statement to anyone that would dare that he's watching over his family.

Satoru looks back at you and puts an arm around your waist. He glances down at his son who notices the people watching them as well. The boy certainly is observant more than what's expected of him. Good boy... He returned his eyes to you and just grinned.

"For field trip..."

Footnote:

Hakama-no-gi: Five year old boys celebrate this. When wearing a kimono was commonplace, boys would start wearing the hakama and those boys from a samurai family would wear a haori (jacket) over the hakama. This signifies that the boys have started their journey into adulthood.

—GreyCaelum

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[hard-core-super-star]

Hi rubix, love your writing btw!! so would I be able to request a wandanat x reader fic where it’s readers birthday and they don’t usually have time or people to celebrate with so Wanda and Nat decide to change that for this year and whisk her away to somewhere like Paris to celebrate and have a great time with some smut at the end 🫣

It’s my birthday in a few days and I’m in dire need of this 🤧

romance is not dead, if you keep it just yours [W.Maximoff; N.Romanoff]

pairing: top!natasha romanoff x bottom!reader x switch!wanda maximoff

summary: your girlfriends set out to make your birthday as memorable as possible.

warnings: smut -> minors, you know the drill, bye [threesome; smut so soft it borders on spicy fluff; like...one inch of plot; grinding; fingering [R receiving]; the daddy and mommy kink is implied but not explicit lmao; wanda's low-key a brat because...yeah :) ; clothed sex AGAIN because i think it's neat, okay?; cheesy ending...again]

wordcount: 2.2k

a/n: hi, lovely anon, thank you for the kind words! i hope i'm not too late with this but either way, i hope you had a fantastic birthday! also, you get the honor of having requested my first ever wandanat fic so that's cool. this was my first time properly sitting down and writing for them so let me know what you think! i really hope you enjoy <3

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“Guess what.”

You look up from the book in your hands to find two pairs of expectant eyes on you. You’ve seen your girlfriends wear many faces since you met them and yet it never fails to surprise you when you catch a glimpse of the genuine joy they wear around you.

The one that makes your heart skip several beats and earns them both teasing comments from the rest of the team.

“What?” You ask as your eyes flicker back and forth between them and the proud grins on their faces.

Wanda playfully rolls her eyes at you. “That’s not how the game works, detka.”

“Come on, go easy on her,” Natasha comes to your aid for once, a subtle hint that even she must be excited about whatever news they’re hiding.

“Yeah, what Nat said.”

You and the redhead share a look that draws a soft chuckle out of your girlfriend. “Remind me how I’m the one who spoils y/n again?”

“Can you stop stalling and tell me what you’re hiding already?” 

Your question earns both a glare and a laugh before you’re finally given the answer you’ve been searching for. Your girlfriends may love you more than anything else in the world but that will never stop them from teasing you like their life depends on it.

“So impatient…yes, fine, we convinced Tony to let us borrow one of his stupidly fast jets for tomorrow.”

Two pairs of green eyes watch your reaction expectantly only to find your face twisting into confusion. “Why?”

There’s a beat of silence where they both stare at each other, silently trying to figure out how to proceed. Clearly, they weren’t expecting you to question the exciting news they had brought to you.

It happens in a flash.

One second you’re sitting alone in bed and the next, your girlfriends are on either side of you, contradicting touches landing on your arms. It’s strange how easy it is to tell them apart. How cautious Natasha’s fingers still are when they trace random patterns onto your skin compared to Wanda’s gentle pressure as trails down to grab onto your hand, unmistakable tendrils of red magic moving to put your forgotten book back onto the shelf.

Natatsha’s the first to break the silence, all her earlier playfulness gone and replaced by subtle concern. “y/n, it’s your birthday tomorrow.”

“So?” You shrug. “It’s just another day.”

Wanda tightens her grip on your hand and successfully steals back your attention. “Nonsense, malyshka. You deserve to be celebrated.”

“Guys, it’s not a big deal,” you assure them. “I really don’t need anything. Plus, I have too many things to do.”

“Not anymore.” A sweet kiss is placed on your lips before you can voice your complaints. “We’re stealing you away tomorrow.”   

“But what about-”

“Already talked to Steve.”

“And-”

“Kate will understand.”

“How-”

“Stop looking for excuses, detka.” Natasha rolls her eyes as she pulls you closer to her. “You’re coming with us.”

You want to argue, you truly do, but then Wanda’s gluing herself to your side, eager hands slipping under your shirt, and you quickly come to the conclusion that spending all day with them is the best way to spend any day. 

Including a birthday.

Especially since you’re more than used to treating it like every other day of the year. It’s not that you don’t like celebrating it, you’re just always too busy to make real plans and no one’s ever thought to surprise you before.

But of course, your girlfriends aren’t like anyone else.

Which is how they manage to get you onto one of Tony’s jets, reminding you of the existence of time zones and how you have to leave right now if you want to make it to your surprise destination on time. You don’t really mind either way but you’re pretty sure you haven’t seen them this excited about something in a while so you go along with them anyway.

The jet ride seems never-ending despite how fast the aircraft is supposed to be. It doesn’t help that you’ve been having trouble sleeping peacefully the past few nights and Wanda’s running a hand through your hair in the way that makes you melt.

“You’re allowed to go to sleep, you know?” Natasha whispers with a teasing smirk. “We still have a long while to go.”

“Whose idea was this again?” You grumble as you drop your head down onto the redhead’s shoulder. 

“Don’t be a brat, love. You’ll thank us when we get there.”

You bite back the rest of your complaints and sink into the sweet arms of a dreamless sleep. You miss the way your girlfriends watch over you the entire time as well as the long list of things they each want to see and the various ridiculous ways in which they propose to get everything done.

They ultimately agree to let you choose once you’re awake again…something that backfires when the jet finally lands and you’re still far off in dreamland. They go back and forth on whether they should wake you or not, especially since it’s morning where you've landed and the jetlag will definitely destroy you.

You look far too cute to rouse though so Natasha gathers you up into her arms with ease and carries you in her strong embrace the rest of the way.

When you finally do wake up, a few hours have passed and you're safe inside the lavish hotel room Wanda reserved using one of Tony’s endless credit cards. The change in scenery startles your drowsy mind before you feel familiar arms pulling you close.

“Look who finally decided to join us,” Wanda says softly as she easily pulls you onto her lap.

“Hi,” you mumble, tucking your head into the crook of her neck.

“Hi, darling. How's the birthday girl feeling? Still sleepy?”

“A little.” You let out a soft sigh as your girlfriend’s hands travel inside your loose shirt, slender fingers tracing random shapes onto your warm skin. “I’m sorry I ruined the trip.”

She scoffs and the sound instantly reminds you of Natasha which pulls a small smile onto your face. “You didn't ruin anything, detka. It's your birthday.”

You don't say anything in response and your girlfriend is quick to pull your thoughts away from their current trajectory. She keeps exploring your waist with one hand while the other one comes up to playfully tug on your hair.

“How about you stop hiding and look at your surprise, hm?”

It’s unclear whether it’s her words or her grip on your hair that makes you obey but neither of you mind. You reluctantly lift your face from its hiding place and let the green-eyed woman guide your gaze toward the large window of the room.

You gasp the second you realize where you are. “You guys brought me to Paris!”

Your excitement manages to break through your exhaustion which earns you a laugh from your loving witch. “Only the best for our girl.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Maybe a little.”

You turn your head at the sound of Natasha’s voice, eager hands reaching out for her instantly. Your silent request is instantly fulfilled and the redhead easily slips into bed next to Wanda.

“I can't believe you would do this for me.”

“Believe it, malyshka.” She leans forward and easily captures your lips with her own.

Wanda huffs as she’s left out of the moment, her hands wandering under your shirt once again. You're too lost in the kiss to notice where her fingers are going until they brush against your nipples.

The sensation makes you jump which makes you grind against the witch’s thigh in a way that leaves you gasping for air. 

“That’s cheating,” Natasha warns after she pulls away from you. 

“What happened to spoiling the birthday girl?”

This time, you're the one who gets left out of the moment as they fight for the control that always rests in the Russian’s hands. They get caught up in their knowing stares and bruising kisses, leaving you aching and panting for their attention.

It’s a game they love playing with you but you’re far too desperate already to last much longer without their hands on you. 

Thankfully, Wanda decides to take pity on you. She gives your hardened nipples a soft tug, smirking against Natasha’s lips when she feels your hips buck once more. “I think someone’s feeling a little needy.”

The redhead turns to look at you, a perfectly raised eyebrow painting her face with the stern humor you've come to know so well. “Is that right, kotenok? Are you feeling needy?” 

You nod, all the heat in your body rushing down from your face to between your thighs. “Please don’t tease.”

“Aw, look at that, Nat. You're not going to deny her when she looks like that, are you?” You're not sure if Wanda’s actually being genuine or not but you don't really care as long as she’ll help you get what you want.

“Who’s the brat now?” She chuckles before reaching out for you, pulling you onto her lap, and leaving behind a pouty Wanda. “Come here, let me give you what you want.”

The Russian is true to her words and wastes no time in sliding a hand past the waistband of both your pants and your underwear. Your complaints about the lack of sink-on-skin contact between you are forgotten as Wanda situates herself behind you, plump lips trailing feather-light kisses up your neck. 

A gasp tumbles out of your lips once Natasha’s fingers finally find your drenched cunt. She moves slowly, almost too slowly, but you already know she’ll be quick to remind you to be patient if you dare whine.  

“You don’t have to be so cautious, detka,” Wanda whispers against your flushed skin. “It’s your birthday, remember?”

“Don’t listen to her, it’s always so much better for you when you’re a good girl.” She easily slips two fingers into your waiting hole, barely holding back a laugh as your pussy swallows her digits.   

Your hands grip her shoulders for stability while they both work in tandem to make you lose the last bits of control you still have over yourself. 

The witch’s hands find their way under your shirt yet again except this time she’s gripping your hips and helping you move in time with the redhead’s movements. It’s the slowest, most agonizing, of dances and yet the pleasure has you arching your back in seconds.

“Look at you,” Natasha coos, taking a mental picture of how delicious you look writhing in Wanda’s arms. “You’re so pretty when you’re like this, malyshka.”

Your walls clench the second you hear the affectionate petname and the Russian can’t resist the urge to lean forward and attach herself to your neck. Her thrusts are still slow and steady but then finally, her thumb begins to circle your puffy clit.

Your head falls back against Wanda’s shoulder and she laughs as you practically go limp from the pleasure. “You’re gonna break her, ‘Tasha.”

“She likes it.” She punctuates her point by curling her fingers just right and pulling out a string of moans from deep within you. “Don’t you, darling?”

“Mhmm, please don’t stop.”

They share a look you don’t see but you do feel the evidence of yet another standoff. It’s like Wanda just can’t stop herself from pressing all of Natasha’s buttons when they’re like this. Which means it’s your job as their devoted girlfriend to let them turn your pleasure into a competition.

And they do just that.

Wanda’s grip on your hips tightens until her nails are digging into your skin and she’s practically forcing you to ride Natasha’s fingers. Natasha, for her part, increases the speed of her thrusts, launching you closer and closer toward your orgasm. She’s still drawing it out of you, though,  still balancing speed with soft kisses and murmured praises.

It’s a strange combination but it works perfectly. Just like your relationship with them. It’s something that transcends words, something that can’t be explained, merely felt…and it’s also exactly what brings you to the edge.

“Nat…please…”

“Please, what, detka?” Wanda responds for your girlfriend.

“Can I cum? Please?”

You half-expect them to make you beg for a little longer but it seems your special day has left them more merciful than usual. Natasha’s lips make their way up your neck and onto your jawline until she reaches your lips and gives you the permission you’re searching for.

“Go ahead, cum for us.”

You’ve heard the words thousands of times and yet they make you fall apart like nothing else. The slow build-up finally reaches its peak with one more swirl of Natasha’s thumb against your clit and you literally fall face-first into your orgasm.

“Such a good girl, love. Always so good for us.”

Your response comes in the shape of a muffled whine as you bury your face into the redhead’s neck. 

The sound makes both of your girlfriends smile and Wanda moves to sit on Natasha’s other side while they wait for you to recover. “I guess we’re not leaving the hotel any time soon.”

“Are you complaining, Maximoff?”

“Shut up.”

Their bickering makes you giggle. “Wanda’s being a brat again, Nat.”

“I know.” The green-eyed woman turns her head to press a barrage of kisses against the side of your face. “I think that means she can’t join us in the shower.”

The comment draws another complaint out of the young witch and you happily rest in your girlfriend’s arms while they start up another playful argument you’ll eventually have to get in the middle of.

You don't mind though, there's no other way you'd rather spend your birthday than with them.

[kisses4tom]

ᡣ𐭩 DATING TOM

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He would kiss you/make out with you anywhere

Sits you on his laps

Neck kisses

Dirty talk in public 🫢

Long comforting hugs

He would look for you in the crowd during concerts

He would look at you while playing "Leb Die Sekunde" (iykyk 😉🎸)

Flirts with you 24/7

Is always on the move because of tour so you're almost never together, but he would Skype you at any chance he gets (I remember you we're in the 2000's!)

Fill you with compliments everytime

He would give you his jacket if you're cold

Soft silly spot just for you (😩)

He would flip off the paparazzi if he catches them say something mean to/about you

He would remind you everyday not to listen to the obsessed fans who give you hate for being his girlfriend

He would do the thumb thingy when holding hands or cuddling

He loves having you wrapped in his arms

Always checking you out

He would let you borrow anything you want

Would praise you during interviews or when talking with the band out of the blue

You both would have special pet names for eachother (nothing too corny)

Frequent sex 🫣

Would bring you on tour with him whenever he can

Dates are not very frequent, but you do love watching movies while cuddling in bed

If you have exes, he hates all of them 🥰 simple as that

At times he would joke about how he's so much better than your exes (bro that's no joke that's the truth)

He would kiss you before every concert as a good luck ritual

Would ask you to reward him after a concert or award show etc

Random car rides in the middle of the night with no final destination as you're listening to music and laughing

Not excessively, but he's a jealous guy (he said it himself in an interview 🤭)

Would smirk at you a lot

He would kiss you while you're on his laps

Dirty whispers in public to tease you

He would disapprove of your outfit if it's too revealing even if he loves it

He would get nervous when making eye contact

He's actually kind of shy at times but likes to throw himself out there

He's the big spoon

He loves exchanging nudes (ofc)

If he sees you with a baby he wouldn't stop smiling and saying you would be a great mommy

(idrk about this one but I thought about it and now I can't stop laughing 😭) he would say "smash" everytime you change clothing 😭

He would teach you guitar

Let's you style his hair in funny ways

He would warm your hands if they're cold (spoiler alert: he would put them in his pants or pockets)

He would randomly chase you around 'cause why not

Always tickling you

We would pick you up bride style whenever you're tired of walking or mention the slightest of fatigue

You both use sarcasm and dark humor to communicate a lot

He would smack your ass when you're going up the stairs or whenever he has the chance with no shame whatsoever

He would buy you lingerie to wear 🫣

Eye fucking you a lot

He would put his hand oh your tight when driving or sitting at a table

He would make fun of your height

He would let you win at arcade games or board games just to see you happy

He'd do anything to get lucky. And I mean ANYTHING

He would do anything to see you happy

find me a man like Tom Kaulitz

[dizscreams]

“I’M HIS PRETTY PARTY FAVOR, HE SAYS IM HIS FAVORITE FLAVOR”

— Ethan Landry ★

PAIRING: Spider-Man!Ethan Landry x GN!Reader

SUMMARY: Spider-Man helps you out of party cuz ur WASTED and then Spider-Man is actually Ethan what?! OMGG!! Then it’s a cute moment but no confessing 😰 maybe it needs a part two? Who knows.

A/N: sorry for all the Spider-Man!Ethan content lately, he’s just living in my brain rent free rn 🫣

TAGS: @ourloveisgod23 @xyzstar @wenvierismycomfort @wekiamo @beary-rambles @aesthetixhoe @c8rdigan @aqellano @teyamsgirll @mbankfav @gabbylovesreading @brakke-dino @astermath

Ethan entered the frat party with one goal and one goal only, to make sure his friends were okay. He only knew this party was happening because he was patrolling tonight and saw it and plus Chad had texted him to join you guys. You guys being Chad, Mindy, Anika, Tara, and you.

Ethan said he had Econ and couldn’t make it, which was a lie he constantly told. He really needed to come up with a new one.

Ethan was worried for his friends safety because the infamous Ghostface killer was back. I mean who would throw a party in a time like this? Let alone actually go to one. But he didn’t blame you guys, you were all stressed and scared. He was just glad it was a Halloween party so he could blend in easier since he still had his suit on.

He pushed past sweaty drunk teenagers and found his way to the living room where he found Mindy and Anika on the couch. Two down three more to go, Tara, Chad, and you. He wondered toward the kitchen and found Tara drinking, he’d definitely need to check in on her later. And he found Chad near the stairs, but the only person he couldn’t find was you.

Where were you? Ethans searched the party like twelve times and he couldn’t see you. It would probably help if he knew what you were dressed as. Just as he turned around to start at the front of the house again he bumped into somebody, “Oh, I’m so sorry-” he paused when he saw you. You were wearing a Spider-Man costume without the mask and your hair was slightly messy. You looked like you’d been drinking.

“Heyyy, we’re matching!” You stumbled forward and Ethan quickly caught you. “Yeah, I guess we are,” he chuckled. You were matching and it was quite adorable to Ethan but his main concern was getting you home safely. “Yours looks a lot better than- than mine though. Where’d you get yours? I just got mine off of Amazon,” you rambled as you played with the hem of Ethan’s mask. He gulped and gently took your hand away, now holding it.

“I just got it from.. from a friend. I’m borrowing it,” he lied. “Oh, cool. Do you want a drink? I can get you a drink?” Ethan quickly shook his head at your ask, “I’m alright, thank you though. I think you should find your friends and go home.” Someone bumped into you so the arm that Ethan had wrapped around your waist pulled you closer to him while his other hand was still holding yours. You kinda looked like a couple.

You shook your head, “I don’t know where the-they are. They’re probably partyinngg!” You exclaimed with a laugh. “Hey, who are you by the way?” Ethan was taken back by your question but he realized that you thought he was a complete stranger. You didn’t know he was Ethan Landry, you didn’t even know he was the real Spider-Man. You just thought it was a costume.

You removed the hand that was holding Ethan’s, much to his dismay, and you put it to his face. You examined him through the mask he was wearing and turned his head to the left and then to the right. “What are you doing?” Ethan asked confused. “You’re the real Spider-Man aren’t you? That’s why your costume looks so good! You’re him-!” Ethan quickly put a hand over your mouth and took your hand, “Lets go outside.”

You followed him outside the house party and stumbled down the steps. “So are you the real one? Or not?” He helped you down the last step so you wouldn’t eat shit on the concrete and led you to the side of the house. “This is getting creepy man-” Ethan interrupted you by ripping the mask off of his face. Your mouth dropped open, “Ethan? When did you get here?” He looked around to make sure nobody was near and got closer to you. He held your shoulders and got close to your face. “Ethan? What’s-”

“Okay, I need you to listen to me and you cannot tell anyone, okay?” You nodded at him and he continued, “Okay, I’m Spider-Man,” he said slowly hoping you could comprehend what he was telling you. Ethan could practically see the gears in your head turning and he saw your confused expression turn into a smile, then a laugh. “You-you’re Spider-Man? How much did you drink Ethan?” You asked through laughs as you poked his cheek.

“I didn’t drink anything-” he said swatting your hand away, “I’m telling the truth and I’m serious you can’t tell anyone.” You laughed again, “Okay, whatever Ethan. You have my word,” you said humorously. It was clear you didn’t believe him and he didn’t blame you. This was probably the worst possible time to tell you. He’s not even sure why he was telling you. Ethan sighed as he put his arm around you again to hold you up, “Okay, lets get you home.”

You nodded and let him walk you back to your dorm. It was chilly and your thin costume didn’t help. Ethan noticed your shiver and held you closer to him, “We’re almost there, don’t worry.” You responded with an inaudible noise and put your head against his shoulder.

When you guys made it there he grabbed the key from your shaky hands and went inside. He walked you to your bedroom and you flopped on the bed. Ethan put his mask on your dresser and went over to you. “Tired?” He asked and you nodded. He smiled softly and took off your shoes before pulling the covers over you and tucking you in. He took a moment to look at you, your hair was still slightly in your face but you looked peaceful.

“Hey Ethan?”

“Hm?”

“I believe you, about you being Spider-Man.”

He chuckled, “You wont remember this tomorrow.”

You ignored him and kept talking, “It makes sense because you’re always disappearing. And it makes sense because one time I saw the Spider-Man suit in your closet but I assumed it was for Halloween even though it was like April,” you giggled and he smiled at you.

“Hey Ethan?”

“Hm?”

“Why’d you tell me you were Spider-Man?”

He thought about it for a moment, “I don’t know I guess I didn’t want you to think you were being kidnapped by a Spider-Man wannabe.” You giggled and shook your head, “Is that the only reason?” He stayed silent and you nodded in understanding. You wouldn’t tell him but you were hoping he told you because he trusted you and because he wanted to be more than friends but maybe that was a lot to ask.

“Can you stay with me until I fall asleep?” He looked at you hesitantly and you scooted away from the edge of the bed. “Please, Eth?” You patted the spot next to you and he sat down. You two stayed silent for a moment before you put your hand on his cheek, “You’re really pretty, you know th-that?” You hiccuped and he smiled bashfully. “You’re drunk.”

“Nuh-uh”

“Uh-huh”

You smiled and closed your eyes, “Ya know, I’ll sleep a lot better knowing New Yorks friendly neighborhood Spider-Man is Ethan Landry.” He laughed and watched as your smile faded to a relaxed expression. And soon after he heard your small snores. He moved the hair from your face and stood up. He wasn’t sure what you meant by that exactly and he knew you probably wouldn’t remember this tomorrow, but he was grateful for the moment anyway.

He wouldn’t let it get to his head though. He’s liked you for a long time now but he wasn’t ready to confess yet. Ethan looked at you one more time before grabbing his mask and putting it on. He climbed out your window and swung away.

Who was he kidding, if you actually remembered this tomorrow he would definitely confess his love to you.

[thefloorisbalaclava]

I ADORE your writing (especially your possessive ghost headcannons🫣)

this thot has been rattling around my head for WEEKS I wanna see your take on it

imagine like needing to borrow someone’s shirt (idk urs got ruined or something) and ghost gives you one (it’s massive let’s not lie) and we’re out in the shared living space in the safe house talking to the boys and ghost goes feral (maybe has to excuse himself and everyone’s like ….okayyy and he comes back once people are gone and shows u how much he likes seeing you wear his stuff)

idk you can ignore this

thank you, love your work

pairing: simon 'ghost' riley x f!reader (in his thoughts) words: 1,208 warnings: SMUT [masturbation, dirty thoughts], ghost clearly has a thing for seeing you in his clothes.

a/n: sorry this took so long, anon. thank you so much for your sweet words!

[masterlist]

[part II]

The safe house didn’t have much room at all, but it wasn’t meant to. It wasn’t some long-term living arrangement. You all were meant to do what you needed to do and get out.

Simon didn’t mind sharing the space, he had been in much smaller spaces before. The one thing that was different this time was you.

He couldn’t quite remember the last time he shared such a close space with the fairer sex. And for some reason, it made him nervous like he was a young boy all over again. You were one of them so he didn’t understand why you had that effect on him.

He certainly wasn’t expecting to feel the way he did when he walked in to see you wearing his hoodie. He froze in place and you all stopped talking.

“Hey Simon,” Soap said, breaking the ice, but Simon’s eyes focused on you.

“That’s mine,” he said. She knows that, you idiot.

“Oh, yeah, sorry. I was a little cold and I just grabbed the first thing I found. Um, I’ll take it off,” you offered.

“No, it’s fine,” he said before walking away. The talking resumed behind him as he closed his door and took a few deep breaths. He walked to the bathroom and snatched his balaclava off then splashed his face with water.

“Get a fuckin’ grip,” he murmured. After a few more moments alone, he decided to join the rest of them. He tried his best to keep his eyes off you, but God, did you look fucking perfect in his hoodie.

“Grabbing another beer. You guys want anything while I’m in there?” you asked, standing.

“Another beer,” Soap requested.

“Not for me,” Gaz said then it went quiet.

“Simon?” you called and he slowly turned to look at you. Damn… He hoped you hadn’t noticed the way his eyes scanned over your body. Not like he could see anything—you were practically swimming in his hoodie and it touched your knees. Still, you were quite a sight.

He wondered how you would look with nothing under it—how he would slowly pull it up your thighs, higher and higher until you were completely revealed to him. Your smooth skin under his rough hands. The sounds you would make when he finally reached your breasts…

“Simon, you okay?” you asked, bringing him back to the here and now.

“Um, nothing for me,” he said, clearing his throat and sitting down. You walked to the refrigerator and bent to grab the beers. He tried, once again, not to look at you, but failed horribly.

He couldn’t see much, but just know his hoodie was touching parts of you that he had only dreamed of and made him feel things he shouldn’t.

The night went on this way—you tempting him without even knowing and him trying not to give into the temptation.

At the end of the night, you stopped him before he went into his room.

“Thanks,” you said before pulling the hoodie up and off and folding it neatly.

“You don’t have to do that,” he told you but you had finished by then.

“Sorry I didn’t ask first.”

“It’s fine.” He wanted to say more but he couldn’t find the words. “Night then…”

“Goodnight.” You walked to your room and he walked into his.

He held the hoodie in his hands and ran his thumb over the material. He knew this piece of clothing well, but somehow it felt new. It was warm because of you and he wondered if…

He felt like a creep, but he bought the hoodie to his nose and smelled it.

“Fuck,” he sighed, feeling ashamed. How could a simple scent get him hard? He threw the hoodie on the bed.

He began to move as if in a daze, undressing down to his boxer briefs which is how he usually slept. After climbing into bed, he eyed the article of clothing that had become this tempting and tantalizing thing. Before he knew it, he was sliding his underwear down just enough to get his cock out.

With a sigh, he closed his eyes and began touching himself. He wasn’t going to reach for the hoodie, he wasn’t, but suddenly he wasn’t in control of his actions. His mind—now full of need and lust—pushed him to reach for it…and he did.

Your scent was still on it as he pressed the material against his face and breathed deeply, stroking himself faster.

“Fuck,” he said through gritted teeth. He thought of you in his clothes—on top of him, bent over, on your knees. Yes, you would be particularly gorgeous riding him with the hoodie on, everything hidden from him but he would know that you were completely naked under it.

Or bent over. Each of his thrusts send the hem inching up your spine until he decided to grab it and use it as a sort of makeshift handle.

He thought of you wrapped up in his hoodie touching yourself.

“Shit…fuck me…” he whispered, stopping to bring his hand to his mouth and spit before wrapping it around his cock again.

“Good girl,” he groaned as he imagined you, legs spread and touching yourself. You had to pull the sleeves up a bit to use your fingers, but the material still fell down around your hands and rubbed against you—your juices coating the sleeve.

He sniffed at the hoodie deeply and groaned again, shocked at how quickly he was about to cum.

Now he thought about how you would sound when you came. You would probably leave a nice, wet mess on his hoodie and that was fucking delicious.

He came with a low growl of your name, stroking every last drop out.

As he released himself and let his hand fall to his side, he couldn’t help but feel that shame again. He threw the hoodie to the other side of the bed and just looked at it before his face began to burn with embarrassment.

As he cleaned himself, he avoided looking in the mirror. He told himself he would have to put that hoodie away somewhere for a while. It was too close for comfort. As he would say in the field it was danger close.

But he didn’t put the hoodie away. Anyone who knew him knew he never shied away from danger, he embraced it.

He slipped the hoodie on before stepping out of his room, getting that quick whiff of you. It would be gone soon, but for now, he would enjoy it.

But when he saw you, he was overcome with shame again. He avoided eye contact as if looking at you would reveal that he had gotten off to your scent and illicit thoughts.

“That hoodie looks better on you,” you told him.

“Does it? It looked…nice on you, too,” he said quietly.

“Thanks,” you said with a sort of innocence that was long lost for him.

“If you need it again just let me know,” he offered.

“I might with all these cold days coming up,” you told him.

“It’s yours. You know where to find it.” With a nod, he walked away leaving you speechless.

[aaakikoo]

ODDLY SPECIFIC BAKUGOU KATSUKI HEADCANONS BECAUSE WHY NOT ?

warnings -> cursing

an -> check out pt2 & pt3 ! This is part 1

1. Loves intense back scratches? Don’t ask why, no need for questions. He loves getting his back scratched intensely after a long day, would also grunt and moan sometimes 🤭

2. Cooks without a shirt. I mean this is a pretty obvious one. He loves to wear sweats and only an apron, no shirt underneath, just because he can and he will tease you. (Likes to show off his tiny waist)

3. Does magic tricks with cards. He learnt how to do magic with cards only to impress you and to also add another talent to his many others.

4. Extra black coffee in the mornings.

5. He likes to roll his wheel chair dramatically in his office when someone enters it. He would like face rhe big glass window and when someone knocks in and he tells them to get in, he would swing his chair and look them dead in the eyes, (drama queen)

5. Very ticklish. I can’t explain it but o feel like he would be very ticklish, especially behind his ears, his knees and his armpits.

6. Has crystal white teeth.

7. Doesn’t use the 1 in 3 men’s shampoo. I feel like he has a whole routine Yk? Shampoo-ing his hair 2 times before he applies conditioner to the ends. Lastly body wash and he is done.

8. Skin care routine! I feel like he would have oily skin, so he would use more plant based moisturisers. And he would also wear face masks on his me-days.

9. Sweet tooth.

10. Has this one style that I cannot really explain what it is, and I also don’t know the name. But Yk when those boys wear like baggy jeans, but not too baggy that it would hang down their ass. With like Dr. Martens boots and a white wife beater and a big sweat jacket. Exactly that. Also don’t forget silver rings. But I don’t think he would over use them, maybe one on the right thumb and one on the left ring finger (👀)

11. Doesn’t like odd numbers. Idk.

12. Big mama boy in secret. He loves his mom so much🫣

13. Really fucking good at chess, he’s just born with it, that man is perfect.

14. Likes to listen to people’s drama in secret, would listen to your friends drama and then discuss and laugh his ass off about it with you.

15. Fav colours: black, red and dark green.

16. Collects expensive ass perfume.

17. Calls his car ‘his girl’

18. Wouldn’t mind giving, yes GIVING his friends money, not BORROWING but giving his friends money when they are in need of it, but if there is a real reason ofc.

19. Can speak multiple languages. Japanese, English, Spanish, Korean, (broken) Arabic & Portuguese for some reason?

20. Has an excellent hearing sense.

[imagines--galore]

I was wondering if we could get a fake relationship trope from the trope list with clark (superman) and reader. Like maybe they pretend to be dating for a wedding or sth🫣

Summary: Perhaps choosing someone as handsome as Clark had not been the best of idea when it came to picking someone to fake date. Especially not when you had your own feelings bubbling under the surface. Pairing: Superman aka Clark Kent x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. None. A/N: You lot love your fake dating tropes don't you? Not that I'm complaining. I love 'em too :3 Especially when I get to see Henry Cavil wear a tux. -swoon-

Clark raised an eyebrow at you.

You were slumped over the table in the booth. "Y/n?" He said, reaching out to tentatively shake your shoulder. Your head snapped up, and if it weren't for his quick reflexes, Clark knew he would have been on the floor in surprise of your sudden action.

"I'm doomed." You stated in a serious albeit whining tone that had your team mate and friend smiling at you and gently patting your shoulder as he moved to sit across from you. It was ridiculous how the booth appeared to be so small for his wide muscular frame.

But maybe now was not the time to be focusing on your friend/crush's physique.

"And why do you think you're doomed?" He asked, putting his chin on the palm of his head as he rested an elbow on the table. You placed your chin on top of your folded arms on the table, looking up at him as you pouted.

"I agreed to attend this wedding. And when I RSVP'd I said that I would be bringing a plus one and now I don't have a plus one." You grumbled, burying your face in your arms once more. Clark frowned in confusion. "Who were you going to bring? Are you dating someone I don't know about?" If you had looked up, you would've caught the flash of jealousy in his blue eyes. But you still had your face buried. Though you did peak up at him after awhile.

"The invitation was months ago. And I said I would bring a plus one because I thought I would at least meet someone till then." You sat up straight. "But between work and our extracurricular activities I haven't actually had the time to meet anyone. And now the wedding is this weekend and I don't have anybody to go with. And usually it wouldn't be such a big deal, but I just wanted everyone to know that I had my life all together and in my hometown that includes having a good partner and I am far from finding one so yeah, I'm doomed."

Silence followed your words as you buried your face in your hands as a sign of despair once more. Clark could only look at you with sympathy, trying to come up with a solution that would work out in your benefit.

While he was one of the founding members of the Justice League, you had followed soon after. Given your power to sense life forces around you and the fact that you could borrow their special abilities or powers for a limited time, you were a great asset to the team. You had helped them out on more then one occasion and had been one of the first to be offered a place on the team.

You had become friends with all of them, but there had been a particular sense of bond between you and Superman, whom you later learned to be Clark Kent.

Probably because of your similar upbringing. You were from a small hometown having grown up on a ranch, while he had grown up on a farm. The oddballs of the town. That was where your similarities ended, but the friendship you had formed extended beyond your superhero personas and the two of you began to hang out as civilians as well.

It was the norm for the both of you to share your troubles with one another, and you had no idea when you had begun to harbor a crush on him. Though you never acted on it.

Little did you know, Clark was beginning to feel certain romantic feelings towards you as well.

Perhaps those feelings were what compelled him to say what he did next.

"I could go with you."

Your head tilted upwards, eyes wide with surprise. "What?"

                                          ————————–

"This is really risky." He muttered to himself as he pushed his glasses up his nose. A sure sign of nervousness. You nudged his side. "Hey, you were the one who suggested it. Don't go backing out on me now." You joked, though there was uncertainty in your gaze as well, as if you were afraid he would suddenly change his mind and take off.

Quiet literally.

The both of you had arrived at the lodge where the wedding was being held. Since it was an early wedding, you had to arrive a day before. But you had made a slight miscalculation.

And that was not factoring in a mass prison break out.

You had spent hours alongside the rest of your team, rounding up all the escaped convicts. It got so late that you missed your train, which also had your bags onboard. Which was when Clark had offered that both of you fly to the location. You had been hesitant at first but had quickly given in. Honestly you were too tired to argue.

But not too tired to borrow a little bit of Clark's abilities. And before you knew it, the both of you were flying through the air.

In hindsight it had been a fun experience.

You two had raced through the air, hiding in the clouds and popping out to scare the other. Not to mention just how gorgeous everything looked from so high above. You had floated in midair, mesmerized by the sight of the setting sun. Completely missing the way Clark was looking at you.

Mesmerized by you.

You slowly began to loose your ability to fly as your biological timer ran out when it came to your borrowed powers, so Clark carried you back the rest of the way. You kept your gaze fixed straight ahead during that part of the journey. Being in his arms, flying through the air was romantic enough without accidentally meeting his gorgeous blue eyes.

Collecting your suitcases from the train station, you were now walking to your room. You would be attending from the bride's side, her being an old friend during your school days. You also knew the groom.

It was a very small town.

Since it was late at night almost all the guests had already gone to bed. You quickly unlocked the door and stepped in, turning on the lights as you went. "Well this is nice." You muttered as your eyes roamed over the rather spacious room as you stepped in. Clark walked in behind, easily carrying all the suitcases which he dropped to the side as soon as the door closed behind him.

He had just taken off his glasses and jacket when he heard you speak. "Uh oh."

He turned to find you staring at......the bed?

"What?" He asked, moving to stand next to you at the foot of the king sized bed. "Well we're here as a couple, and being a couple means sharing a bed." Both of you stared at the piece of furniture, before glancing at one another out of the corner of your eyes.

"Well since your massive frame won't be able to fit on the couch, you'll be taking the bed." Knowing that he would argue about your so-called sacrifice, you quickly reached up on your toes to place your hand over his mouth, effectively silencing him.

His eyes widened behind his glasses, and he looked so comical that you gave a small laugh before smiling up at him. "I know you're gonna wanna act like a proper gentleman and all Clark, but you've already met that quota when you offered to be my plus one." God, his breath was warm against her palm. "So just let me do this, to make myself not feel like an ass."

The two of you continued to stand there, with your hand still over his mouth. You fixed him with a look. "I'm not gonna move until you say agree." Clark raised an eyebrow, silently asking if you were really going to go through with that. You grinned. "Try me."

He rolled his eyes, though you could feel his amusement at the situation, given how you could literally feel his lips pulling into a smile beneath your hand. Reaching up he grasped your hand, his touch so gentle that you wandered how the very same hands could punch a man out in seconds.

You were broken out of your reverie when he leaned forward slightly. Still grasping your hand, he brushed his lips briefly and softly against your skin. "As the lady wishes."

Your reaction to that one simple gesture was instantaneous. The blush that formed across your cheeks was as red as the cape he usually wore and your eyes widened to an almost comical level.

It was exactly what Clark had been hoping for. The smug bastard smirked confidently, before allowing you to pull your hand from his grasp, and walking past you into the room.

                                          ————————–

He had no idea what had come over him. You'd been standing there, looking adorable as you teased him with your hand covering his mouth, and he found that he had to tease you back. Had to see the reaction it would get out of you. And you hadn't disappointed.

The memory of the blush was still playing in his mind as he finished brushing his teeth and getting ready for bed. He couldn't help but smile to himself, feeling a smug sort of satisfaction that he had gotten such a reaction out of you.

Stepping out of the bathroom he closed the door behind him, removing his glasses as he went. The room was already shrouded in darkness, with just the light of the moon filtering through the curtains. And you?

You were already asleep on the couch.

It was just big enough for you, and it was soft so it was comfortable, but there was barely any room for you to move around. Clark just hoped you didn't fall to the floor during the night. The day had tired you out, chasing criminals for hours, using your powers, and flying through the air really took it out of you and you were dead to the world.

As he passed by you to get to bed, Clark couldn't help but glance in your direction, smiling at the peaceful look on your face. Your breathing was deep, so you were definitely fast asleep.

Not really wanting to sleep just yet, he pulled out a book he had brought and turned on the side lamp to read. It was about a half hour later that a slight movement from you had him looking up from his book. You were changing your side, still fast asleep. And his suspicions from earlier proved true. There wasn't enough space on the couch and if you shifted a little more you would fall.

And that's exactly what happened.

A little slide to the side and you were falling off.

Good thing Clark was quick enough to catch you before you fell any further.

You slid down blanket and all, straight into his arms. The funny thing? You didn't even wake up. Or rather you just stirred and went back to sleep, mumbling something under your breath as you all but snuggled into his warm, strong chest. For a moment all Clark could do was blink down at you. He had certainly not expected you to not even wake up after taking a tumble. But then maybe you really were tired.

His lips pulled into a gentle smile as he straightened up, cradling you easily in his arms. Walking over to the bed, he gently tucked you in, watching with an almost tender expression as you snuggled into the pillow, burrowing deeper into the blanket he wrapped around you.

Deciding that maybe it was time to turn in, he flicked off the side lamp and got into bed beside you. He did his best to keep as much distance between the both of you as he could, but during the night, when the soft breeze coming through the open window prompted you to press yourself against the warmth beside you, he didn't mind.

Besides he had his back to you, and you were only slightly pressed up against him.

Nothing intimate about that.

                                          ————————–

The wedding had been a disaster.

Well a disaster for the people involved.

For you and Clark it had been like watching one of those telenovela's Flash secretly liked to watch sometimes. The Speedster thought it was a secret but really everyone knew.

He wasn't exactly subtle about it when he would watch the latest episode on the screen at the Watch Tower.

But back to the matter at hand.

"Any more secrets revealed?'" Clark asked as he came to sit down beside you, having managed to attain a rather large piece of the wedding cake. Grabbing a fork, you dug into the sweet chocolate dessert. "Well the Bride just found out her father paid for the entire wedding when the Groom's parents promised they would pay half."

Clark took a bite of his own, both of your gazes trained towards the small group of people gathered in the center of the dance floor. "Should they have to pay, now that the Groom ran off?"

You scowled at him. "Of course they should! The bride didn't know he would run off like that, if she had, she wouldn't have had the wedding in the first place. Ergo, the Groom's parents should pay their half." Shoveling another bite into your mouth, you moaned in delight.

"Least the Bride has good taste. This cake is amazing." You hummed, taking a sip of your champagne to wash the cake down. Clark nudged your shoulder. "Leave some for the rest of us will you." He said taking a bite. You simply pushed the plate in his direction, your eyes never leaving the spectacle on the dance floor.

You sighed. "At least the Bride let us attend the Reception. It would be a shame for all the food to go to waste." Straightening the skirt of your dress, you continued. "And I didn't get dressed up for nothing."

Clark glanced at you out of the corner of his eyes. Their line of work never really gave one the opportunity to dress up. And he was so used to seeing you in either your superhero costume or plain civilian clothes, that it had taken his brain a moment when he had seen you step out of the bathroom in the dress you currently wore.

You had always been beautiful in his eyes, however seeing you all dressed up just added to that beauty.

Funnily enough, your thoughts process, at seeing him standing there in his tux, had been along the same category. Really it was sometimes unfair how gorgeous he was.

But back to the matter at hand.

"So what have we discovered so far?" Clark asked, wanting a brief recap of all that had occurred in the span of an hour or so since the wedding had started.

You cleared your throat. "Well before the wedding even started, the Bride's father was missing."

Clark nodded. "Only to be discovered in a closet with one of the bridesmaids." Both your gazes snapped to the bridesmaid in question. She was standing next to the father of the Bride, obviously trying to give her two cents but being completely ignored.

Another bite of the cake went into your mouth. "And then the jealous Bride spilled wine all over her sister's dress, for some petty reason." This time you turned to look in the direction of the sister who was wearing her husband's jacket over her dress to hide the hideous stain all down her side.

"Seems the bride isn't exactly a nice person either." Clark said, to which you shrugged. "She was nice enough when we were in school, I don't know what happened." He reached out to squeeze your hand in comfort.

You smiled at him before continuing, though you did notice how his hand didn't leave yours. "The Groom's mother made a big deal about the flowers, saying they weren't the ones she wanted. Apparently there was a huge screaming match before the ceremony began."

Reaching up, you teasingly flicked his ears. "Having super hearing serves its purpose doesn't it?" You teased. "Good thing you put your adorable ears to good use."

He gave you a strange look. "Adorable ears? That's a strange compliment."

You gave him a deadpanned look. "You're an alien from another planet, and I can suck powers from another person, but me complimenting your ears is strange." Your tone and the look you gave him had him laughing out loud. "I did not mean to offend you." He said, squeezing your hand, that he still hadn't let go of, gently.

"No offense taken. Now, on to the next point." Turning your attention back to the Bride, who was now shouting at the runaway Groom's parents, you continued. "The Groom decided at the alter that he didn't want to marry the Bride. Right as the Maid of Honor stepped forward and claimed she was pregnant, with his baby."

Clark winced. "Yeah, overall not a good day for the Bride."

Beside him, you grinned. "Oh I wouldn't say that." You said in a sing-song voice, as Clark finished off the rest of the cake and pushed the plate towards you to have the leftover icing. You quickly swiped your finger across the plate.

"Why? What makes you say that?" He asked, sounding a little too eager. You giggled. "Who knew the all-powerful Superman was so nosy." He playfully poked your side, prompting you to squirm away from him a little. "I'm a reporter, my nosiness comes with the job." He stated to which you rolled your eyes. "Uh huh, sure Boy Scout."

It was his turn to roll his eyes at the nickname before he looked at you in question, knowing you would answer him. "Well, I was in the Powder Room, and I heard one of the bridesmaids in there. She didn't know I was there too, and was speaking on the phone with someone else. She said that on the Bride's bachelorette party, the Brife ran into an ex-boyfriend of hers. Her friends actually lost her for a good hour or so, but then she came back by herself. But she confided that she'd gone and slept with her ex."

Clark's lips parted in surprise. "All we need is someone either coming back from the dead, or someone waking up from a coma with amnesia, and we can actually sell this as a soap opera."

You shrugged. "We could make lots of money. Might even me as rich as Bruce."

He rolled his eyes. "I doubt that." His eyes dropped to where you'd licked clean the last of the chocolate frosting. Some of it had actually gotten on your chin.

"You know, we're a part of this soap opera as well." You stated, to which he frowned. "How do you figure that?" He asked, to which you shrugged. "Well, we're not dating but we came here as a couple didn't we? If this were a soap opera there would be that typical sizzling unresolved tension between us, after sharing the same bed, and we would sleep, I mean, kiss by the end of the night."

Shit, you hoped he hadn't caught on to what you had been about to say.

"Or," You glanced up at him, a little confused at the playful smile pulling at his lips. "We could have that tension filled moment when I wipe something from your face. That's typical of soap opera's isn't it?"

You blinked. "Wipe what?"

The question was barely out of your mouth when he leaned his head down to your level, his hand lifting to press the pad of his thumb just under your lower lip. He felt your breath hitch as he gently wiped away the chocolate frosting that was still there. Trying your best to not let him see how much that gesture had effected you, you instead cleared your throat. "Nice move, Kent. You execute it with every fake date you take to weddings?" You joked, raising an eyebrow at him.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "No." With his blue eyes unwavering as he held your gaze, he lick his thumb clean. "Just you."

He definitely did not miss the way your entire body shuddered at his significant insignificant act. How your pupils dilated, and you sat up a little straighter. "Just me huh?" You said, your voice low as you fixed him with a sultry gaze, the hand not being held by him resting on his chest. He had taken off his black jacket some time ago. The heat of your palm bled through the thin material of his shirt, and if you allowed your nails to dig a little into his skin, he made no move to acknowledge it. Despite his invulnerability, he did feel it a little.

And he would be lying if he said it didn't effect him.

Deciding that maybe playing the soap opera card would be a little fun, you slowly stood up. "I feel like taking a walk." Adjacent to the building where the reception was being held was a gorgeous vineyard and garden. You couldn't help but smile at his confused expression. So you leaned down, hand on his shoulder, thumb just grazing the side of his neck as you whispered.

"If this were a soap opera, you would definitely follow me."

You straightened and with a wink walked off, the skirts of your dress gently swaying with every step you took.

And if you put a little extra swing in your hips as you walked away, well that was just to make sure he followed.

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It took a total of ten seconds of you walking out of sight of the wedding party before he found you.

Or rather, he flew over you and you held your arm up so he could grab your hand as he flew by. It was dark so no one had seen him. He pulled you up, wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you close as he flew in the direction of the lodge where you would be staying.

"Well flying is definitely not a norm for a soap opera." You said, shaking the free strands of your hair away from your face. He chuckled. "How about you see this as being carried in the arms of the love interest cliché?" He suggested, to which you raised an eyebrow.

"Oh so, now we're the love interest are we?" You teased, trying hard not to show just how happy you felt when he said the L word. Clark shrugged. "If you'd prefer handsome stranger you met at the wedding, I can play that part too." He suggested as he gently landed on the balcony of their room.

He set you down gently, but you didn't move away from his embrace. "I think I prefer love interest." You admitted, tilting your head back so you could look at him.

Clark laughed softly, leaning down so he could nuzzle his nose against your own. "Anything you want." He whispered, his breath warm against your heated skin.

You sighed contentedly. "Anything I want." You whispered softly, eyes opening halfway to meet his half-lidded gaze. He hummed, the sound deep and masculine. It was a good thing he was holding you, otherwise you were sure your knees would give way under you.

Your tongue darted out, running over your lips. And you did not miss the hunger in his eyes as he watched you tease him. Half his face was still pressed up against yours, his nose slowly brushing along your soft skin, warm breath leaving it's trail as he did. Already you could feel your body respond to his gesture.

"Y/n." He groaned, his voice pleading as his path finally led him to your lips, where he hovered over them with a restraint that was slowly breaking. Your resolve broke and you finally whispered.

"Kiss me, Boy Scout."

[hollyhomburg]

(Tw:little space, little joonie) You know what I think would be super super cute? Cg m/c x little joonie, but of course with a big size difference between the two of them- I bet joonie wouldn’t realize that he’s so much bigger than his cg 🥺 would kinda barrel into them when they got home- unaware of his own strength, just- wrapping his arms around them and collapsing onto their shoulder because his person! Is home! And today was so much- there was so much stress and now he doesn’t have to think about anything but his cg.

and they’d be so gentle with him, brushing back his hair from his face and giving him cheek kisses and forehead kisses, joonie bends down to get them without thinking about it, and he goes blushy and giggly when they say “how’s my biggest little baby doing?” And he’s just all 🥺 and 🫣 and excited to tell them about the show that he was watching with all the little fishies and turtles and crabs!!!

And maybe during dinner he Just wants to sit in his cgs lap only…they can’t see the tv if he does that so they make it work- joonie lying on top of them so they can play with his hair and listen to his excited babbling.

and even if they’re not like the normal cg/little relationship- joonie can’t wear their sweaters or their shirts or borrow clothes 🥺 can’t get picked up or rocked to sleep. When they’re out in public and he’s feeling small he often tries to hide behind them but it’s like an elephant trying to hide behind a sapling. Even thought they don’t look like the normal cg little pair- his cg never fails to make him feel like the softest littlest most delicate baby boy on the plannet.

[sesamestreep]

Matt/Foggy, 36

From this Spotify Wrapped Prompt Game: #36. Made You Look - Meghan Trainor (🫣 I am not immune to a viral tiktok audio earworm…)

“Are you capable of exercising any self-control at all?” Foggy asks, voice dripping with annoyance as it carries across the room.

“I—” Matt pauses, as he tries to figure out the right response to that question. “I’m literally just sitting here,” he finally offers, weakly, because it definitely sounds like he’s in trouble, he’s just not sure why.

“I know that,” Foggy says, coming back to sit on the edge of the bed. “I’m talking about what happened last night.”

“I was under the impression that you enjoyed what happened last night.”

“Matt…”

“In fact, I distinctly remember asking if you were enjoying yourself and you said—”

“You don’t need to quote me,” Foggy says, evidently excited or embarrassed by the memory—or both. “I remember.”

“Well, then, I’m confused by your sudden change of heart.”

“Not a change of heart,” Foggy clarifies and Matt is very often thankful that Foggy can’t hear his heartbeat and now is one such moment, because the way it immediately calms down from relief is genuinely a little embarrassing and he’s glad no one else has to know about it. “Just confronting the very frustrating reality that I’m going to have to do the walk of shame in a shirt open to my navel because someone tore half the buttons off of it in his haste to get me undressed. Again.”

Matt shrugs, very deliberately casual now that he knows this isn’t a real argument. “It felt like an urgent matter at the time.”

“Matt, I don’t even know where any of the buttons ended up!”

“Thank God. It’d be really embarrassing if you’d had the presence of mind to keep track of that while I was…well, you know.”

“I don’t know why you can’t just unbutton my shirt patiently like a grownup,” Foggy complains, which is the exact opposite of what he was doing last night, but Matt doesn’t bring that up.

“I don’t know why you insist on wearing those fancy suits with like eighteen layers I have to go through,” Matt says, instead. “Getting you naked is like breaking into a Swiss bank.”

“They’re three piece suits, you infant,” Foggy retorts, laughing. “And I’ve been told by everyone on Earth except you that I look great in them.”

“I’m sure you do. But for my purposes, they’re a nuisance.”

“You’re a philistine, Matthew. And I’m going to tell Luke that you don’t appreciate well made clothing and get you on his bad side for all eternity.”

“Please don’t,” Matt says, grabbing Foggy’s wrist like he might go for his phone right away. The downside of meeting Luke through Foggy is that he always has this extremely viable threat in his back pocket. “You have no idea how hard it is to find a good tailor these days.”

“Oh, I’m intimately aware,” Foggy cries, and there’s a shuffling noise as he (Matt’s guessing) shakes his injured shirt at him. “And speaking of Luke, you can’t claim my clothes are a nuisance to get out of when you run around in your leather daddy body armor all the time. There’s just no comparison!”

Matt doesn’t point out that he rarely shows up to see Foggy in the suit because it usually ends in them arguing rather than fucking—or, at least, arguing for a while before they get around to fucking. That’s not going to win him any points at the moment, he imagines.

“Leather daddy?” he asks, incredulously, instead.

“God, shut up,” Foggy says, still embarrassed and excited about it.

Matt takes the shirt out of Foggy’s hands, gently, and then, not so gently, shucks it to the other side of the room. “Maybe I just like who you are under your clothes more,” he says, carefully. “Did you ever think of that?”

“You’re so full of shit,” Foggy says, and, Matt’s not really sure how, but his voice fully gives away that he’s blushing.

“You could borrow something of mine…”

Foggy snorts. “Yeah, I don’t think you have anything in my size here, sweetheart.”

Matt lets his hand trail up Foggy’s side. “Oh, well. Hot guy in a tight t-shirt. What a sad fate for all of us to endure.”

“That gimmick only works when it’s guys like you. On me, it’ll just look delusional.”

Matt frowns, not liking the sound of that one bit. He slips his hand around the back of Foggy’s neck and pulls him close until their foreheads are pressed together, relieved by how easily Foggy complies despite his purported annoyance.

“Then it looks like your only option is to stay here forever,” Matt says, solemnly. “Completely naked, of course.”

“Of course,” Foggy says, laughing softly. “It’s the only plan that makes sense.”

“I’m glad we’re in agreement,” Matt replies, leaning in to kiss him. He conveniently doesn’t mention that he has one sweater, three sweatshirts, and no less than five t-shirts that he’s stolen from Foggy that he could just as easily return to him and solve his current predicament. He likes his solution better.

[spookyscarydemonbabe]

oh my god borrowing Gareth's clothes AT SCHOOL and vehemently denying that you're dating to the rest of the Hellfire boys!!!

omg this is so cute 😍 especially because i know how easily flustered Gareth would get when he sees you in his shirt 🤭 and i hope you don’t mind i changed it up just a little bit :p it just made it a little easier for me to write 😅 and i apologize for this taking so long 🖤 i liked this ask so much i decided to make this a two part fic 🫣 hopefully the second part will be up within the week

Why Not?!

Genre- Fluff

Warnings- None :)

Tag List- @imagine-all-the-imagines @aidansloth @munsonology @esme-viridian

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“Dammit!”

You groaned and set down your now half empty can of soda onto the lunchroom table, quickly grabbing the new napkins that were left near you to try and wipe off the sticky liquid that was now covering your entire front.

“Shit, sorry (y/n),” Grant said, getting up and running over to grab you a few more napkins, though it was no use, your light shirt was now stained and sticky and there was no fixing it without having to wash it, “i didn’t mean to have you spill it, that’s totally my bad.”

“It’s fine.” You said with a frustrated sigh.

Accidents happened, you knew Grant would never intentionally mean to have you spill your drink all over yourself, but it was still irritating that you still had the rest of the school day to get through with a dirty sticky mess of a shirt.

You looked up to the rest of the guys at the table,

“Does anyone have an extra shirt or a jacket or anything? I really don’t want to have to wear this for the rest of the day, it’s already soaked and i don’t want to wait until it’s sticky too…”

“I don’t think i do.” Jeff said with a shrug.

“I mean i have my gym uniform but i doubt you’d want to put that shirt on,” Eddie said as he took a bite of his sandwich, “it hasn’t been washed since my first senior year.”

“I’ve got something!” Gareth said as he picked up his pack pack, rummaging around for a moment before pulling out a wrinkled up shirt that was no doubt lost at the bottom of his bag for god knows how long, “Here, you can change into this.” He handed you the shirt and you opened it as you held it up, seeing the sharpie drawn logo of their band on the front.

“When did you make this? And why was it in your backpack?” You asked him with a giggle.

“I made it a few months back during study hall but i hated how it looked so i just changed into my gym shirt and kept that one in my bag. I guess i just forgot about it.”

“Well i’m glad you kept it, i’ll be right back.” You got up from the lunch table and quickly ran into the bathroom out in the hall to change into the extra shirt that Gareth thankfully had on him.

Jeff looked at Gareth and nudged his arm,

“Wasn’t that the shirt you told me you were making for (y/n)? I thought you gave it to her already?”

Gareth set his bag back down onto the floor and shrugged,

“I wanted to give it to her, i just never found the right time… Besides, i technically did just give it to her.”

“Yeah but when were you planning on giving it to her in the first place?” Eddie asked him with a laugh, “If it’s been in your bag for that long you must’ve been wanting to give it to her soon.”

“Well… Not necessarily. I’ve had lots of chances to give it to her, i just wanted to wait until the right time but now she has it so it’s fine.”

“What do you mean you’ve had lots of chances?”

The boys looked at him confused, unsure as to what he had meant.

Any time you were with Gareth it was in a group setting, it was rare that the two of you got a moment alone but that’s just how it was for you and the rest of the guys too. Unless you had been secretly seeing each other behind their backs, they weren’t sure if that’s what he was implying.

Gareth shrugged again and looked down at his lunch tray, picking at it with the plastic fork in his hand,

“I don’t know, all those times we were around each other it’s just been in my bag but i just forgot every time. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“No, it is that big of a deal.” Jeff cut in once more, “If it’s something as little as a shirt why would you have waited so long to give it to her?”

“It’s not!” Gareth laughed, “I just kept forgetting about it alright? I mean, how much stuff is still hanging around in you guys’ bags from months ago? I doubt i’m the only one with useless junk in their backpack.”

“But that’s not useless junk man. You told me the morning you brought it with that you worked on it for hours to make sure the logo wasn’t messed up for (y/n). Not to mention how excited you were to finally have someone wear our merch, and yet she’s getting it now?”

“You’re thinking way too deep into this man,” Gareth laughed again, “I just forgot to give it to her. Simple as that.”

“I don’t believe you.” Eddie said, squinting his eyes at Gareth to look for any signs that he could be lying.

“What’s there to lie about?!”

“I don’t know… But i feel like you’re lying about something. You’re sure there’s nothing going on between you guys?”

“Yes!” Gareth insisted, “I swear to god, there is nothing going on between me and (y/n)! And even if there was, you guys would be the first to know anyways.”

Eddie looked over near the cafeteria doors and saw you finally walk back in from the bathroom, the stained shirt in your hand and the wrinkled up shirt now covering you up.

“Fine, we can just ask (y/n) then.”

You smiled at Gareth as you sat back down at the table, trying to brush out the wrinkles left on the shirt,

“Thanks Gare, i really appreciate it.”

“Yeah, no prob-“

“(y/n) are you dating Gareth?” Eddie cut Gareth off quickly and all you could do was stare at him in shock.

“I was gone for five minutes, what the fuck could you have possible been talking about that gave you that idea?”

Eddie shrugged and looked to Gareth like he was somehow the one who started the whole conversation.

“It’s because of the shirt i gave you,” Gareth looked over to you, “i made it for you a couple weeks back and just forgot to give it to you.”

“Oh.” You said surprised and looked down at their band logo on the shirt, “I mean it’s cute! Thanks, i didn’t know you made it for me.”

You said to him with a smile and you could see a bit of pink on his cheeks as he smiled back.

“You never answered my question.” Eddie cut in once again.

“What question?”

“Are. You. Dating?”

“No!” You said laughing, “I don’t know why all of a sudden this matters, all he did was give me a shirt!”

“Well…” Eddie said back to you, but he wasn’t entirely sure what he was going to say back, looking over the rest of the guys at the table but they made sure to keep out of the conversation, “Why not?!”

You giggled at his sudden outburst,

“What?”

“Why aren’t you dating him? He’s great!”

All you could do with giggle at Eddie’s reaction, not sure why all of a sudden something like this mattered so much to him.

“I don’t know why this is so important to you. You seem to be the only person that cares this much about it.”

“Because…” Eddie crossed his arms and stuttered for a few moments just waiting to think of another response for you, “i mean the guy made you a shirt, you should at least be nice enough to take him on a date or something.”

“Oh! Well in that case i’m sure you took Grant out on a date when he got you that jacket didn’t you?”

Eddie was quiet for a moment, him and Grant staring at one another before he turned his gave back to you,

“…Yes. Yes, i did.”

“You’re such a liar!” You said laughing.

“Well even if i am, i think you should still go out with him.”

“Will it get you off my ass if i do?”

“Maybe.”

“Fine.” You turned your attention to Gareth, “Gare, what’re you doing on saturday?”

He looked at you and felt the blood rush to his cheeks again,

“This saturday?”

You nodded and smiled, seeing he was getting a bit flustered.

“Nothing.”

“Not anymore. You’re taking me me to the drive in, there’s a new movie coming out this weekend and i want to see it.”

Gareth was surprised at your sudden sternness, but he didn’t mind being told what to do. Having you be so strict made his heart race, and though he always did everything you asked just like the other boys, it was different when it came to this. He was taking you out because you told him to. And he couldn’t wait.

“Yeah, ok. Saturday. Drive in.”

The ring of the bell out in the halls suddenly interrupted your conversation and you stood up from your seat at the lunch table, grabbing your bag off of the floor and shoving your dirtied shirt into it,

“You idiots can continue your stupid conversation by yourselves, i have a test to take.” You slung your bag over your shoulder and walked around the table to Gareth, “You’re picking me up at 7, ok?”

Gareth nodded, a still expression on his face to try and hold back the blush he knew was coming and you smiled seeing how all of a sudden he was listening to every little thing you were saying.

“Good! I’ll make sure to look pretty.”

You leaned down and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before making your way out of the cafeteria and all Gareth could do was sit there in shock.

All his life you’ve been his best friend, someone he felt comfortable around and someone he could trust and just act like himself and now he had to keep himself from blushing and getting flustered around you. Something as small as giving you a shirt had made him realize that maybe he liked you more than he thought he did.

The boys looked at Gareth as he sat there, bright red, silent. Eddie snapped his fingers in front of Gareths eyes to get him out of whatever trance he was stuck in,

“I think she broke him.”

[aemondapologistfrfr]

Dethrone - Chapter 12

Summary: The tour continues to Pyke, River Run, Winterfell, and Castle Black. They both are growing tired of the endless amounts of meetings and can’t wait to be wed.

Warnings: political plotting, drinking, swearing

Authors Note: first time it hasn’t been 18+ in a couple chapters 🫣, the way i thought when i copy and pasted these from my notes app the italics transferred 🫠 so im going to go back and edit the chapters and add the italics bc there’s ofc high valyrian in here and add summary’s 😎 - there will be no major edits that affect the plot or story xx I’ll probably be doing that in the upcoming days! (Idk why I’m getting so caught up in one shots rn but I’m not mad at it lmaooo and uh ill prob post another chap of this later

Word Count: 2.7k

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Our flight to Pyke is quick and fully coastal. Flying over water has become my favorite. It’s so freeing and gives me such an adrenaline rush. Vaelys dips into the water making me laugh as we dive and twist. She grabs fish out of the water with her feet and flies up to toss them to Vhagar.

As we approach Pyke the sky becomes clouded. The stone islands look like spikes rising out of the water. We land and place our bags next to us. Dalton Greyjoy approaches on horseback with two more horses trailing him.

“Welcome to Pyke.” he hops down off his horse with a grunt.

“Thank you for hosting us.” I say warmly smiling.

“Thank you for remembering Pyke.” Dalton chuckles as he attaches our bags to the two horses. “It’s nothing as fancy as Kings Landing, but it does what it needs to. The people work hard, I can’t complain.” He says offering me and Aemond the reins to the horses.

We mount our horses and make our way through the streets. We take in the life that keeps on happening around us. Aemond and I seem indifferent to this type of greeting. He still seems relaxed so I guess I’ll find out how he truly feels when we get to our chambers.

Once we get to the castle Dalton takes off our bags from the horses and calls for one of his sons. They bring our bags up to our chambers and we offer thanks. Dalton leads us to our chamber doors in comfortable silence.

“I figured you two could finish the day out how you please. Nothings off limits, we’re pretty laid back here. The people in town are pretty welcoming.” Dalton shrugs.

“Thank you, Lord Dalton.” I smile to him.

“Of course.” he returns the smile and shuts the door behind of him.

“I truly think he doesn’t know what to do with us.” Aemond says smirking.

“I agree, and I don’t necessarily mind.” I giggle taking off my jacket.

“Easy ally, we get to act like commoners, no big plotting. True time to relax.” Aemond hums pulling his shirt off.

“I wish to at least have one discussion with him at least. I think he would feel proud if we were to invite him to the wedding.” I think out loud as I rummage through my bag not knowing what to wear.

I decided to keep my riding pants and boots on and borrow one of Aemonds black shirts. I feel like wearing a gown in Pyke would make me stand out and not in a good way. Aemond hums in appreciation that I’m wearing something of his and kisses me deeply.

We find our way out of the castle and make our way to the streets. We visit the local market and see what they have to offer. It’s a different way of life here full of hustle and bustle but also contentment and relaxation. No one seems to look twice at us as we decide to enter a tavern.

“What’ll you have?” the bar hand asks.

“Two ales.” Aemond answers for us both surprising me he wants to drink.

We down our ale and order two more. We both start to relax and join in conversations with the locals. Everyone here seems to be having a great time as the tavern is full of laughter and shouts. Soon night has fallen and we’re all drunk and singing together. We laugh for hours on end and my cheeks are starting to tire.

“Cheers to realms lovers!” someone shouts and raises a cup.

The room explodes in cheers and chaos. Drinks are flowing and it’s starting to get too rowdy for our taste. Aemond and I slip out of the tavern and start our way back to our chambers. We’re giggling and stumbling until we reach the gates. We silence ourselves and try our best to make it back to our chambers unnoticed.

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We attend a couple meeting with Lord Dalton but it’s truly not as intense here with daily meetings and plotting. Lord Dalton isn’t afraid to ask for help with politics or with building something. He’s a very clairvoyant person and he will make an excellent ally.

We make friends with the locals and eat out in town every night. It’s quite refreshing to be able to act normally for once and have the people around us not care. The only time they seem to notice us is when we fly our dragons around the islands to take in their hidden beauty.

Dalton joins us at the tavern on our last night to share a meal with us. We extend him an invitation to our wedding and he is absolutely elated. He accepts right away and offers his thanks. We retire early to bed so we can head over to River Run at first light.

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The flight from Pyke to Riverrun will be our shortest flight. Within a couple of hours we’re already circling Riverrun and landing. We land outside of the walls of the city and are greeted by cheers and waves.

Lord Grover Tully approaches us and bows deeply. The servants come and quickly whisk our bags away. We follow Lord Grover through the gates and through the main doors. The castle is truly massive and takes my breath away.

“I hope your journey here was easy from Pyke. Your extra trunks arrived yesterday and I had them brought to your chambers to await you. Should you need anything in the meantime let someone know.” Grover explains as he leads us to our chambers.

“Thank you kindly.” Aemond hums as he ushers me in.

“I’ve left an itinerary on the table for you both.” Grover calls into the room after he shuts the door.

The itinerary is straight forward with us attending meetings and then ending the week in another celebration. These trunks are filled with our furs and heavy jackets. I will admit I’m rather excited to have the opportunity to travel north.

“My husband this tour is getting so repetitive.” I groan as I fall back on the bed rubbing my eyes.

“Do you want it to end?” Aemond asks as he lays next to me.

“Yes and no. I want it to end so we can finally wed, but I don’t want it to end because I’m enjoying seeing everything. The meetings are just getting old.” I huff rolling towards him.

“We only have two more destinations that require meetings, my love. Then we get a reprieve.” he hums kissing my forehead.

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The week rushes by in a blur as nothing particularly interesting or important happens. We stay attentive during the meetings and polite at dinners. The locals were very welcoming and I adored the trinkets they had in their shops.

On our last night we swap out most of our clothing for furs and jackets and then ship the rest of our clothes and belongs to Dragonstone. We prepare for the temperatures in the North by wearing long sleeves, pants, and fur lined boots. We bring along furs to keep outside of our bags to put on when the weather begins to drop.

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River Run to Winterfell is going to be one of our longest flights on this tour next to the one between Sunspear and Oldtown. I can’t help but be worried for Vaelys and Vhagar. I know dragons have come this far and have been fine in the winter weathers, but it’s still in the back of my mind.

When we’re about half way there I relent and bundle myself in my furs. I bury my head into my hood and cuddle against Vaelys. She’s still surprisingly hot and is like a large flying hearth. I turn to see Aemond do the same and we cozy in for the remainder of our flight. We keep straight and once Winterfell comes into sight I sigh in relief.

I quickly get my bags and slide down Vaelys. Aemond meets me on the ground and sighs out in relief with me. The sun is low in the sky offering less warmth. I cuddle in next to Aemond and then to look at our dragons nervously.

I see Vhagar scorch the earth around them and I thank the Gods were on the other side of the gates. Vaelys follows in Vhagars steps and scorches the ground some more. I turn and see Lord Cregan Stark approaching us.

“I’m terribly sorry.” I look frantically from Cregan to the burned ashes of earth.

“Worry not. I understand dragons need to stay warm.” he offers us a bow. “Speaking of, you two should come near the fire before the frost bites.” he says waving us over and men come and grab our bags.

We quickly follow Cregan in through the gates and into the main hall. Aemond and I huddle by the fire as we begin to defrost. I sigh out in relief as I slowly start to warm up.

“Thank you, Lord Cregan.” I offer sincerely as I turn to him. “Let me know if there is anything we can do to help repair the land that was damaged once we leave and we’ll see to it that it’s done with haste.” I tell him hoping it hasn’t ruined any potential relationship.

“The snow will cover it once you both leave and no one will know the difference. I appreciate your caring for the North though, it doesn’t go unseen.” Cregan smiles. “My prince, I’m sure you get this often, but I’m thoroughly impressed by your dragon.” he says looking to Aemond sincerely.

“Thank you, Lord Stark, for your hospitality and kindness.” Aemond hums and offers a genuine smile.

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Winterfell reminds me of Pyke in the sense that everything is more laid back. The locals do recognize us and whisper but are overall friendly and welcoming to a conversation and company. Cregan Stark is near our age so it makes us feel more relaxed being here.

We check on Vaelys and Vhagar daily and they seem to have no issues being in the cold. We discuss the practicality of only bringing one dragon with to the wall and decide we will only bring Vaelys. Vhagar, though mighty, is slower and we wish to make haste with the low temperatures. Vaelys is the smaller of the two as well and will take up less room at Castle Black.

We only pack one small bag as to avoid less stress on Vaelys. She is more than large enough to accommodate two riders, there’s just never been a necessity to do so before. We cover our faces with furs before Vaelys launches us towards the sky. I’m thankful this flight is relatively short as the temperatures keep dropping.

Vaelys has no issue making the journey with Aemond on her back as well. She shoots forward and makes impressive time. Once the wall comes into view I move my furs slightly to get a better view. It’s more massive than I ever could have imagined. She slowly starts the descent and lands on the outskirts of Castle Black. We each slide down off of Vaelys and start walking towards a man in black. Behind us Vaelys makes a circle of fire around herself and curl ups as the fire begins to dim.

“No one’s here to wait on you hand and foot, your highnesses.” the man sneers.

“Enough, before I send you over the wall.” a gruff man walks into view. “I’m the Lord Commander here.” he says as way of greeting.

“Pleasure to meet you.” I say trying to stop my teeth from chattering.

“Let’s get inside before I’m taken to court for allowing you both to freeze to death. Will that beast of yours be fine on its own?” he asks raising an eyebrow looking a bit terrified.

“She’ll let us know if she’s not.” I say quickly following him inside a building. I quickly shuffle over to the fire and Aemond is close behind. We practically shove our hands into the open flame unworried.

“So what is it you’re here to see?” the Lord Commander asks skeptically.

“I would like to see the top of the wall.” I blurt out without thinking. “We’re also here to discuss any needs you and your men may have. We want you to know you matter to us, even all the way in the south.” I say softly looking to him.

“You don’t need to win me over for whatever you both are plotting. My men can’t fight for you or anyone. We’re here to protect everyone against what’s above The Wall.” he responds simply.

“That doesn’t mean you still don’t have needs that aren’t being met. You’re all doing a service for the seven kingdoms and that shouldn’t go unnoticed.” I say firmly.

“I will think on this and talk with my men. Pick any room that’s empty and it’s yours for the night.” he says walking off.

“We should’ve just stuck with wanting to see The Wall. I don’t find him very inviting or worth it.” Aemond says with a hint of disgust.

“Aemond, we do not abandon anyone in our seven kingdoms. If we do we will lose them. These men up here are just as important as the men down there.” I say crossing my arms.

“Yes, my Queen.” Aemond relents and kisses my forehead.

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The Lord Commander only asks for supplies once every season and more men consistently. He escorts us up the wall himself and I’m in awe looking over it. There’s an entire other world on the other side and if I could handle the cold I would beg to explore it. I admit I’m extremely thankful we’re only spending a night at Castle Black because the chill is to my bones.

Once the sun breaks over the horizon we mount Vaelys and shoot back towards Winterfell. Once we land Vhagar grumbles at us in greeting, blazing the ground anew. Cregan approaches again and Vaelys spits her flames onto the ground heating me.

“Now I think it might be personal.” Cregan chuckles as he walks to us both. “So how was the wall?” he asks admiring our dragons.

“Cold but beautiful nonetheless.” I hum as we start to walk towards the Keep. “It makes the temperature here seem more bearable.” I smile once we get inside.

“Vhagar was an absolute delight, the children loved watching her burn circles around the Keep.” he says chuckling.

“It seems she wanted to keep you warm.” Aemond says smirking.

“Indeed she did, so we offered her some cattle as a thank you.” Cregan responds proud that he was able to take care of a dragon.

“Mm, shall you two be needing a visitation every month from now on then?” Aemond jokes.

“If you’re offering my prince I would never say no.” Cregan winks at Aemond.

“Would you two like a moment?” I ask trying to hide my laugh.

“Or two.” Cregan says before he bursts out in laughter clapping Aemond on the shoulder.

We make our way back up to our chambers to prepare for our last dinner here in Winterfell. I’m kind of sad we’re leaving because I quite enjoyed seeing Aemond have fun with Cregan. At least I know Cregan will support us in our future.

Dinner is full of laughter and cheers. The hall is warm giving everyone a red flush showing the lively atmosphere. Cregan shouts with joy as we invite him to our wedding. He promises to be there supporting the both of us and drinking the bar dry. He laughs and raises a toast to us.

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[mata-aetara-if]

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Classic question for our wonderful cast, how would the ROs react to an MC wearing their clothes and it's a tad bit very oversized on them

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Asahi: is caught off guard by how much this is effecting him lol is having so many thoughts "is this normal?" "do all friends share clothes?" "do NOT friends share clothes???" "we are just friends right?" "should i ask them why they're wearing my clothes?" 😂 meanwhile you're just just standing there while it seems likes he's going through the stages of grief just by seeing you wear his shirt lmao

Niko: would find it absolutely adorable!! they got big heart eyes right now!! loves how close this makes them feel with you. "you know, if you want, we could share clothes more often? only if you want to! you just look really nice in that!"

Shikako: she is SO red!!! on the verge of passing out tbh lol you just look so good in them! makes you ask her if she wants them back and she stutters out a "n-no! they look nice on you i promise!" silently hoping you keep them so she can see you wear them again.

Inoru: ohhhh he loves this. definitely has a smirk on his face. will playfully pull you closer by said clothes, "these looks good on you, i should leave my clothes around for you to wear more often." (actually dying on the inside because HELP YOU LOOK SO GOOD???)

Rona: she loves this!! giving you so many compliments!! doesn't matter if the clothes don't fit perfectly you look so good!!! ,, and she mayhaps like's that you have her scent on you now 🫣 let's you know that any time you want to borrow her clothes you're welcome to it!! kanemaru also loves it because you smell like rona now!

Jun: "where did you get that??" if you apologize and ask if he wants them back, he'll respond "no" just a little too quickly, "it's fine... just make sure to return them when you're done..." he has to make a fast escape so you don't see him angrily blushing ���

Chai: would insist you actually get your own outfit that looks just like hers but in your size!! it's perfect for any type of fighting and would look amazing on you! actually she already has one for you *hands you your own exact replica of her outfit* !!! (the implications of u in her outfit go right over her head i'm sorry you'll have to make a move yourself lol)

Mokoto: is surprised you'd want to try on their clothes considering there's a good chance there's a few beetles left on them. the surprise turns to affection that you're wearing their clothes despite this???? will walk up to you getting slightly too close and gently touches their shirt on you, "...this looks nice on you." for sure hiding their face a little so you can't see them turning red.

Ryoku: *ryoku.exe has stopped working* has no idea how to react to this lmao he's been staring at you for a full min and you have to ask him what's wrong, "are those my clothes?" you answer with a yes, he responds back with a nod and a gruff approval sound. cannot look you in the eye while you're wearing them but you catch him sneaking glances out of the corner of your eye

Kougetsu: they're gonna go feral someone hold them back. "ARE THOSE MY CLOTHES?" before you get a chance to respond they come up from behind, wrapping their arms around you. "they look much better on you than me. you can keep them." is so hoping you'll wear them again! feeling very soft thinking about how they never expected anyone to want to get close enough to them to wear their clothes, yet here you are 🥺

[the-brainrot-central]

Thoughts on Diavolo getting preg? :3

Anon you are wonderful omg. I feel like realistically he would probably get an abortion but for sake of fun I HAVE SOME HEADCANONS!!!

No more weed :((( he uses it occasionally for migraines and anxiety but now he’s gonna have to rawdog that shit. His pregnancy can be pretty tough sometimes, he has a few migraine episodes during this time

An absolute emotional MESS, his mood swings are all over the place and Kira has to talk him down from a ledge constantly. Mainly anxiety, anger, sadness and euphoria, just an alternating dial of those four with an occasional (rare) moment of peace

Craves lots of Italian food of course, especially stuff with a ton of carbs like pizzas, pastas, etc (I don’t know much about Italian food tbh). kira has to start learning to cook new dishes he’s never made before to fullfil his cravings, but he enjoys the challenge :) And seeing Diavolo smile when he eats his cooking is always worth it

He feels really guilty and starts ruminating on an existential level about his pregnancy—the fact that he’s hurt and killed so many people, and now thinks that he has the right/capacity to have a baby and love it. He feels lots of regret and guilt. He had some of these kinds of thoughts during Kira’s pregnancy, but they were much easier to ignore at that time—mainly because he wasn’t the one carrying. But now that he’s the pregnant one, it’s like a constant reminder of all these thoughts and what he’s done to people, which makes it hard to cope with.

Diavolo doesn’t like crying, as he finds it embarrassing, so usually doppio comes out to cry for him—he’s much more open about his feelings and okay with being vulnerable, especially in front of Kira.

His anger issues get particularly intense, so he starts going back to the gym again to vent his rage—beats the absolute shit out of the punching bag. He doesn’t want to subject Trish or Kira to his outbursts, he refuses to hurt them like that. Still, he does occasionally snap and yells at them over small things, but he always apologizes.

Kira, having extra empathy of what he’s going through, is super super thoughtful and doting on him bc he knows how hard it is sometimes, especially for someone like Diavolo whose too shy and stubborn to communicate his needs

While he doesn’t mind dressing femme, he thinks most maternity wear is tacky and ugly, so he mostly just buys plus size men’s and women’s clothes (which are frustratingly difficult to obtain, living in Japan; he’s already bigger and taller than most Japanese brands accommodate for, so being pregnant is even more of a struggle). Sometimes he borrows some of Kiras shirts he wore when he was pregnant (he kept some of them to use as nightshirts lol)

Doppio likes coming out more than Dia, he likes having a baby bump and is very lovey dovey about the baby, meanwhile Diavolo is generally kind of miserable and grouchy when he fronts, and very insecure with his body

⚠️NSFW⚠️ Diavolo is horny as FUCCKKJ and him and Kira get it on pretty often (when Trish isn’t around of course annsndn). He’s extra kinky while pregnant, likes to tie kira up and maybe spank him a bit 🤭🫣

But when his belly gets bigger, he gets really insecure in the bedroom and they don’t have sex for the rest of his pregnancy bc he just feels really unattractive in bed ☹️Refuses to even let Kira see him shirtless at all anymore he’s so insecure. Kira is upset about this (he wants to fuck jajsjdj and he also LOVES Dia’s pregnant body 🥺) but he understands and is willing to hold off until he feels comfortable again.

[im-a-matt-girl]

Had an idea. maybe reader borrows one of matts hoodies because she's cold and nick and chris see her in it which leads them to question matt and her's relationship?

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We're going out for a night walk with your brothers. It's way colder outside than I expected it to be, and I am not prepared. I cross my arms over my chest and shiver as your brothers walk ahead of us.

"You okay?" you ask me. "You look cold."

"Yeah," I say through my chattering teeth. "I am."

"Here," you say, taking off your hoodie. "You can borrow this."

"Are you sure?" I ask you, taking the hoodie from you.

"Yeah, positive," you answer me. "I'm used to this weather. And… you're not, apparently."

"True," I say, putting on your hoodie. "Thank you."

"Of course," you smile at me.

Chris turns around and gives us a sideways glance, furrowing his eyebrows for a fraction of a second. He elbows Nick, then nods toward us.

Nick looks at us. "Oh, that hoodie's cute on you," he tells me. "Is it Matt's?"

"Yeah, he's letting me borrow it," I explain sheepishly.

"Aw, that's sweet," Nick says, turning back around.

I see them whispering to each other. "Did I do something wrong?" I ask you quietly.

"I don't think so," you say. "They're just being weird."

Nick turns back around and gives us a saccharine smile. "So… um… what's going on here, anyway?" he asks us, vaguely gesturing between me and you.

"What do you mean?" you ask him in a slightly defiant tone.

Nick looks at Chris and they both roll their eyes knowingly. "She's wearing your hoodie, bro," Chris says. "Like, come on. It couldn't be any more obvious that you two like each other. Be real for a second."

I look up at you, pursing my lips together. "Do we?" we both say at the same time.

Nick erupts in laughter. "Oh, my God," he says, touching Chris' arm. "These idiots don't even know they're dating. We figured it out before they did, ahaha!"

Chris chuckles. "Pathetic," he says facetiously. "Did you seriously not know that he liked you?" he asks me.

I point to myself. "Me?" I ask sincerely, looking at Chris, then back at you. I notice only the faintest blush rise in your cheeks.

"Yeah," Chris says. "He told me."

"And you had no idea she liked you, like, at all?" Nick asks you. I had confessed to Nick a while back that I was developing a crush on you, and he swore to keep my secret. But I guess the cat's out of the bag, now.

"No," you reply, shaking your head at him. "But now I do, I guess," you add, turning to look at me again.

I smile at you and cover my face with one hand. I'm so embarrassed, but I'm also very relieved that you feel the same way.

"It's okay," you tell me in a comforting voice. "Don't let these buffoons pressure you into dating me."

"But I want to," I whisper shyly.

A big smile sweeps across your face. "Okay, then," you say, taking my other hand in yours.

"Ugh, FINALLY," Nick says dramatically, throwing his arms out.

Chris slow-claps. "Beautiful. Now, let's get going."