#you're just giving him enrichment now
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text

I NEED YOU EXCITED, I DON'T WANNA FIGHT IT | Y. OKKOTSU

â” tags ; established relationship, friends to lovers, afab +fem!reader, forward!reader, back and forth power dynamics, dry-humping, hickies / marking, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, riding. fingering, dirty talk, 18+
â” wc ; 7.3k (good lord)
â” a/n ; written with my beloved @princess-okkotsu in mind!! i hope i did your boy justice </3 and thank u for everything literally wouldn't have passed chem w/o you
so not used to have such little warnings on a fic. lol. title is from fire and desire by drake.
â” synopsis ; yuta wants to do right by you which is why he's so determined to take your relationship slowly. well, he tries too, anyway.

Yuta Okkotsu is a believer of doing things the right way.Â
He repeats this to himself like a mantra as he hangs out alone in your bedroom. He closes his eyes, elbows resting on the little table, face buried in his palms. Maybe itâs closer to a form of manifestation - like if he says it with enough hooplah it will mean something more than a jumble of words and syllables.Â
He must clarify that he is trying to do the right thing right now. He is trying so very hard to do the right thing because Yuta Okkotsu wants to remain righteous where possible.Â
Itâs part of his job as a sorcerer, now well into his 20âs and more conscious of the world around him. Heâs strong enough to put his money where his mouth is and experienced enough to know that trying to maintain some ethical code is part of staying alive in this business.Â
And itâs not that Yuta considers himself particularly upright. His friends and colleagues often tell him that heâs a bit unhinged and hard to get a read on. His morals might not always align with greater society, but he never does something that goes against his own beliefs. A lot of which can be summarized quite easily ; anything to defend his comrades.
It really is so important for Yuta to try and be civil in these aspects. Lest he fall into something truly dark. Even he knows what heâs capable of, at least a little.Â
Thatâs why heâs left with no choice than burying all of his thoughts of you and using every ounce of energy he has to suppress it as deep as it can goÂ
You know, with all the love thatâs influenced his life and all of the years heâs spent learning to be less timid - none of it seems to matter when it comes down to you and him. The logistics of a relationship and the idea of one are two very different things. When it comes to your relationship, heâs been keen in adhering to his strict timeline of milestones. First date, first hand-holding, first deep kiss. Itâs a matter of honoring you - because before being boyfriend and girlfriend, you were Yutaâs comrade and companion. Before your relationship status, you're his cherished and valued person.Â
So because heâs chivalrous. Because heâs romantic. Because he cares about you.Â
And also because the sheer magnitude of his desires for you perpetually leaves him in a state of distress and disarray. Itâs all of the above, all at the same time. And sometimes it leaves him a little overwhelmed.Â
He barely manages in his daily life but this? This is torturous.Â
Being in your bedroom unprompted is destroying every ounce of self-restraint heâs built through these last three months. Heâs made it through your relentless bullying without giving into his Earthly desires.
Itâs just too ideal in a way, being in here. Everything feels like you. Thereâs pictures of your friends and family around the room. Everything has your scent. Your clothes are littered on the floor and hung over the back of your desk-chair. Itâs so you and Yuta loves you and heâs not going to survive being in here despite it all.
Itâs embarrassing. Yuta is not the timid teenager he once was. But for all the ways heâs good at standing his ground, his demeanor is all but worthless when it comes down to you.
Youâre a few years his senior and youâve always been a slippery character. Heâs enriched by your curiosity of the world. Youâre a researcher and archivist of cursed information, coming out of the Kyoto branch. You have plenty of accolades and always manage to teach him something new and come out of difficult things on top.Â
Mostly, Yuta recognizes all of the good in your heart. He really thinks very highly of you.
There was an obvious passion for your work that Yuta was endeared by in the initial stages of your relationship. Plus you were easy to talk to. Youâve been a good friend to Yuta for years now, ever since you called on him to do some research on him and Rika. And, as the years passed you became closer until one night it hit him that his feelings of admiration were a little closer to something like love.Â
And with big, wet tears in his eyes (and a fair bit of liquor in his system) he blubbered about his feelings for you. He isnât sure what reaction he was expecting at the time. You were happy which was great, but there was also something so lax about it all. Yuta remembers it so vividly. The way you waltzed up to him, tucked some hair behind his ears and kissed him gingerly with all the confidence in the world. Like it mattered but it didnât. Like nothing could be more obvious than your feelings for each other.Â
âIâm pretty crazy about you too, Okkotsu-san.âÂ
After asking if that meant you were dating like the bumbling, lovesick fool he is - you officially began going out as a couple. And at first, it was smooth sailing. It wasnât too different from your usual hangouts.
Eventually though, you had pointed out that it doesnât really feel like you were dating. Suggested that maybe sleeping together would help break the ice a little. That was what started this moral dilemma.Â
Being honest, it wasnât like Yuta hadnât considered it. What thoughts he cooked up while alone in the sanctity of his bedroom is between him and the heavens only. It was just the way you suggested it. You saying it made it all feel so real. And Yuta wasnât sure how to deal with that. He wants to cherish you so much that he felt like he couldnât consider your offer too lightly.Â
And he told you as much, hand in yours and red-faced to which you only blew some hair out of his eyes and laughed. A simple okay, a nod, and a kiss.
Of course, if everything had been smooth sailing this would be a different thing altogether. While Yuta had declined sleeping with you too soon, you had absolutely no plans to make his life easy. Heâs not sure how much of it is on purpose. Knowing you, probably a lot. Youâre a smart girl, after all.
So all of your bending over and tongue kissing before going home and selfies that just border on boudoir are probably very purposeful. But heâs endured it all. He should cherish you more. Heâs been determined to not give in.Â
The fact heâs all but ready to blow his load over just being in your room makes him feel pathetic. And maybe he is, a little. But only for you.Â
Yuta likes to think of himself as a collected individual. Really. He knows being this worked up over something as innocuous as his girlfriends room is ridiculous. He knows heâs being ridiculous.
But he really, really wants to uphold his beliefs here. So heâs stiff, sitting with his hands clasped and holding it together just barely.Â
He practically jumps out of his skin when you return to your room with a tray of refreshments.Â
âWoah, Yuta. You okay?â
He turns around to look at you. A mistake, apparently. His eyes land on the sight of your bare legs before he forces himself to meet your eyes. Youâre so pretty to him. Always so beautiful without any effort.Â
âHuh? Yeah. Sorry, just got lost in thought.â
You put the tray down on the table in front of him before sitting on the edge of your bed - facing him. The distance between you is minimal. You reach out to pet the top of his head with the palm of your hand, scratching his jaw tenderly. Yuta feels loved by the touch.Â
âYou sure? Looks like you saw a ghost.â
Your genuine worry makes his spine feel like itâll melt. He puts his hands over yours, rubbing his cheek against your palm.
âPromise Iâm okay. Justâit's nothing serious.âÂ
âMm. Even if itâs nothing serious, I wanna know what stuff youâre worried about, âkay? So tell me if you want.â
He feels unsteady but so happy.Â
âThank you, my love.â
âYeah, of course. You wanna keep sitting on the floor orâŠ?â
The minute you ask him, he feels the hair stand up on his neck.Â
âThe bedâŠ?â
You give him a look of confusion before you break out into a knowing grin.
âOh, I forgot. I mean to remain chaste, my liege. Just wanna cuddle a bit.â
âAre you making fun of me?â He asks, not masking the pout in his voice.Â
You tilt your head to one side, leaning back on your palms.Â
âA little,â You say mischievously, shrugging âIâm used to your lifestyle of celibacy.âÂ
He frowns at you. âItâs not like that, I just want toââ
âI just want to cherish you because I love you and want you for more than sex yadda yadda yadda. I know. And I respect your wishes even if I think itâs silly.â You say, taking the words right out of his mouth. His frown deepens.
âItâs not silly to me.â He says, almost petulantly. At this, you grab his face in your hands which catches him off-guard. You knock your forehead against his, bent over to do it.Â
âI know that too, you dummy. The point is that Iâm not trying to get in your pants right now.â
He canât help but smile, pulling away to kiss at your wrist. You giggle.Â
âWell, what do you want?â
âTo be wrapped up in each other like otters.â
âSo romantic.â
âRight? So get up here.âÂ
He gives in sooner rather than later. You scoot till your back is along the wall next to your bed and Yuta wastes no more time in joining you. Your bed is crazy comfortable. Just laying it in makes him want to fall asleep almost immediately. He gets cozy before directing his gaze to you in front of him. He feels like heâs gonna throw up and the only thing thatâll come out is his heart. You give him a look of amusement.Â
âEnjoying the view?â You tease. He laughs, leaning forward to tuck his face into your neck.
âYeah. Smells like you,âÂ
âSo cute.âÂ
âDonât know how to feel about being called cute.â He says honestly. He peers up at you and youâre giggling and he can feel his heart rate sky-rocket. You twirl a piece of his hair around your index finger.Â
âYouâre cute and cool and handsome. Better?âÂ
âYeah. Yes.âÂ
âMm,â You respond. He looks at you as your expression drifts off somewhere. He canât take his eyes away from your face âSorry you had to stay over.âÂ
âItâs fine. Itâd be a shame if you didnât get anything to look over while we were there. If you make any breakthroughs, itâd be good for Gojo-sensei.âÂ
âYou still call him that even though you graduated so many years ago?â
He flushes slightly.Â
âForce of habit. My point stands.âÂ
âMhm. Thanks for being so supportive. I didnât think it was that late, yâknow? I wouldâve tried to hurry if I knew,â You say thoughtfully âBut I like having you over.âÂ
He gives you a once over as he pulls away, eyes flitting to your lips. You give him a small grin.Â
âKiss me.âÂ
He looks at you apologetically.Â
âThatâs not fair. We canât kiss? Making out doesnât count as intimate relations, Yuta.âÂ
âOkay, but it can lead to them.âÂ
âIf itâs that serious, Iâll sleep on the couch.âÂ
âWait, no.âÂ
âThen kiss me.âÂ
He sighs.Â
âJust kissing, okay?âÂ
âOkay, you monk.âÂ
He laughs at the comment before pressing his lips to yours tenderly. You have no such intent of leaving it that way - your hand on immediately on the nape of his neck. The softness of your tongue makes Yuta feel like thereâs fizz in his head - like the water inside of him is seltzer. He thought you would at least try to give him some mercy.Â
He probably shouldnât expect that from his favorite girl. He pulls away, out of breath. A little line of saliva breaks off between you. Your grin is eye-catching, like glass in the sun. Yuta wouldnât mind burning in the magnitude of your light.Â
âJust kissing,â He emphasizes, trying to be firm. You hum, hand on his cheek. You rub your thumb on his lip tenderly, looking at him square in the eyes. Heâs stronger than this, he swears.Â
âWe are just kissing though?âÂ
âBaby.â He frowns. A laugh bubbles up from your stomach and heâs so entranced by it he nearly forgets what heâs trying to convince you of.Â
âSince when is making out too naughty? Teenagers do stuff like that, Yuta. Weâre grown-ups.âÂ
âThatâs the whole problem.â He says back in faux exasperation. You look like youâre going to kiss him again, but you lean into his ear instead. Your breath is warm and ticklish against his skin.Â
âYuta,â You murmur with such clear intent he feels himself break down under the weight âCanât we have sex, hm?âÂ
Blood rushes down to his dick so fast heâs embarrassed. He stares at you as you pull away, a look in your eyes that makes him want to collapse. Of course he does. He wants to have so much sex with you so often itâs starting to drive him up a wall. Is there anyone in the world other than him masochistic enough to turn down the offer? Heâs doubtful to say the least.Â
âI want to,â He admits. You beam and nod. Your hand slides down to squeeze his waist. He swallows thickly.Â
âYeah? Then why canât we?âÂ
âI just..donât want to rush things,â He replies with as much conviction as he possibly can. The sincerity must reach you because you soften a little âWeâve known each other for a long time. And it was already hard to get here. I just want to make sure itâs right.âÂ
âYouâre so thoughtful,â You murmur to him, running over his hip bone with your thumb âAnd that makes you really sexy, you know?âÂ
âWhat if it gets all messed up?âÂ
âOur relationship is stronger than that, yeah. It can withstand a handjob.âÂ
He groans at your vulgarity before laughing.Â
âIâm being serious!âÂ
âI know and thatâs so sweet of you. But I really, really donât think itâll be that bad if we have sex. We might fuck like rabbits for a few days but thatâs not really the end of the world.âÂ
He feels heat creep up his next as you nuzzle your nose against his, whispering softly.Â
âAnd doesnât that sound nice? Cooped up in this little room, fucking each others brains out. Just you and me.âÂ
He feels his dick steel against his will. He looks at you seriously, a fire in his expression.Â
âYouâre being unfair.â Â
âWho, me? Never. Iâm just telling you what I think.âÂ
He groans in complaint. Is this the right thing to do? He doesnât think so. But itâs not like he doesnât want to. He really, really wants to have sex and thereâs never been such a perfect opportunity. Youâre a little too good at turning him on and heâs a little too pent up to think about it more clearly. It feels like the only thing he can think about, a side-effect of this whole conundrum. There is a right way to go about this and he canât say for certain yours isnât the one.Â
Plus the vivid picture youâve painted of the two of you fucking in a room for hours is making his whole body burn up with lust. Fuck, the things he could do to you in all that time without it ever being enough.Â
Yuta didnât know he was aching for you so badly until he was this close to having you.Â
âBaby,â He can feel how deep his voice is getting. Itâs taking all of his strength to keep it in.Â
âHow do you want me? Tell me. Youâve been thinking about me right?â
âAlways,â He confesses, staring at you without any restraint âAlways thinking of you.â Â
âDoing what?â
Oh. This isâŠÂ
Oh.
âIâve never seen you naked.â
âThen you daydream about seeing me naked? How tame.âÂ
âItâs more than that, itâsâI want to make you feel good. Youâre so good to me. And I wannaâŠâ
You stare at him. Youâre so cheeky.Â
âYou wanna?â
âWant you to feel good. But because of me. All because of me.â
A wave of heat passes through him. He looks at you and you look...different. You look turned on, fingers carding through his hair. Right now all Yuta can think about is how much he wants. A word with so much weight behind it he can hardly keep up. God doesnât Yuta want you more than heâs ever wanted anything.Â
The room feels like itâs hotter than it was a few seconds last. A thick tension spreads over everything like jam. Yuta is too dazed to do anything. He can only watch as you sit up. You guide him to lay on his back and climb on top of him with ease. Your thighs feel warm and soft as you straddled him, taking his hands to put them on your waist.
He slides them up underneath your shirt lightly, enough to feel the warmth of your skin on his calloused fingers. Your eyes lock as you lean forward the slightest bit, caging Yuta in with your hand next to his head.Â
âSo possessive,â You tease, seeing right through him like you usually do. He really is. He thought he was a little better at hiding it âAlready all yours, Yuta.âÂ
That makes his dick twitch. You must feel it because you laugh at him about it and his hands grip even tighter. Heâs gonna lose his mind, being swept up by you so easily. Heâs gotten so used to forfeiting restraint. Always goes in head first because thatâs how cowards have to learn to fight. But heâs forgotten how to hold back. How to suppress.Â
Right now, he feels like an animal. He feels like a restless hound dog, straining against the spiked collar heâs tried to keep himself in place. What does that make you, he wonders?Â
In an attempt at transparency, he looks at you and says âI want you so much.â
And your reply is about all the permission he needs.Â
âThen take me,âÂ
Yuta heeds your words and takes. Itâs easy to flip you both over from where you are. He mumbles an apology as you yelp in surprise - and he hopes youâll forgive him for his impatience. Heâs been picturing this for months now. He knows what he wants, and thatâs you on your back with him on top of you - making you feel so fucking good you canât stand it. He slots his legs between yours, hovering over you as your bodies press into each other.Â
You wrap your arms around Yutas neck with ease and he leans in to kiss you passionately. Despite where you are, itâs clear you're helping set the pace. Yuta is eager to follow. It starts off slow enough but when you pull away once, you're opening your mouth enough to let him in deeper. You stick your tongue out and Yuta follows suit. Everything is so hot he feels like itâll burn, and you taste like mint toothpaste. He likes swapping spit with you like this, the messy way the drool runs down his chin and yours like you canât get enough for each other.Â
He has no idea how long you stay like that. Just kissing is a dangerous game. The nip of your mouth and the press of your incisors in his lower lip leave him shuddering. His hard cock is pressed against your abdomen, and he canât help himself but hump into the soft plush of your tummy. Even through the stiff material of his jeans he can feel you.Â
He quivers and whimpers into your mouth but you swallow the noise with delight. Your fingers find themself at the nape of his hand reaching up, tugging at the root. You pull away to give him a chance to breathe. He sounds pathetic, he knows it, but fuck he canât hold it in anymore. Your voice is cool and collected yet rich and heady. It feels like a salve to his raw nerves, calming to him. He closes his eyes and humps into you and everything feels like itâll disappear. Yuta just wants to give into his base needs. He wants to be all yours as much as he wants you to be all his and everything is so tangled up in his mind.Â
âThat feel good, Yuta?âÂ
âY-yeah. Yes. Oh, yes.âÂ
You giggle at him a little and Yuta looks up at you. Look at the swell of your lips and the flush and sheen on your skin. Too much, too much, too much.Â
But not enough at the same time, he rubs his cock against you again, harder.Â
âSo pent up,â You comment smoothly and Yuta groans in agreement âWhy donât I help you a little?âÂ
Unsure of what you mean, he stares at you hazily. You push him off, making him stand to his knees and he watches you as your hands come to the ends of your shirt. You pull it off over your head and toss it somewhere. You have nothing on underneath. His mouth dries out almost completely. Bare skin of your shoulders and the curve of your neck and your chest so open. Your nipples are hard against the cool air, standing to attention.
Your b0dy is so much sexier than he couldâve conjured up in his head. The real thing doesnât even compare, and the way you move as you take off the rest is so fucking mesmerizing. Yuta watches you take off your pants next -Â you put your legs up to slide them off.Â
Thereâs not a single part of you that Yuta doesnât want to claim for himself. He traces the outline of your legs, the bend of your knee and the arch of your foot. He should worship you, after all - he was right for trying to restrain it before. If he had this in the beginning, heâs afraid of what kind of person he might become. Heâs scared of it even now.
 Yuta is of course the type of man to get sick on his own devotion. Heâs always been like that. Thatâs what the rings on his hands always mean. He wants to make himself sick on you.Â
Nothing could be more intense than just watching you undress, he doesn't think. You toss your shorts somewhere, but leave your panties on. Yuta still has his clothes on. The only barrier between you now is a thin layer of cotton. Thereâs a damp spot on it. He canât stop his hand from reaching out, pressing into it with his thumb as gently as he can. You gasp. His eyes go wide.Â
âItâs okay,â You assure, a smile on your face âJust wasnât expecting it.â
He hums, dumbstruck, and smooths his thumb over the seam. Thereâs something salacious about the boundary itself. The material thatâs keeping him from just taking you.Â
âC-can you leave them on..? For a bit?â He asks. You blink twice. Even if youâre confused, thereâs not any judgment. Yuta really does love you.Â
âUh-huh. If you want me too,â Â
You give him the floor this time, Yuta thinks. He takes his shirt off too. He doesnât take his jeans off completely, though. Only unzips them, pushing them down past his boxers to give him some breathing room. And with that heâs back on top of you. He presses a gentle kiss to your lips but moves down towards your jaw. The little fluttery sigh that leaves you makes everything close in around him. Like itâs only you two in the entire world. He leaves them down your neck, down your collarbone and sternum. Warm open mouth kisses trying all over every inch of you.Â
His hands shake as he reaches out for your chest. You chuckle and reach for him. Guide them to squeeze your tits firm, a cheeky look in your eye. He tries to take more confidence in it now. Gropes the fat between his fingers, palms over your nipples in appreciation. Heâs entranced by it, pushing them together and teasing the hardened buds with the pads of his fingers.
âSo pretty,â He mumbles, mostly to himself âYouâre so pretty,âÂ
âYouâre pretty too, Yuta.âÂ
He can feel a blush crawl up his skin. He ducks his head down to take your nipples into his mouth. You let out a soft moan of pleasure that encourages him to suck harder on one and use his fingers to tease you where his mouth canât reach. Your sighs are shaky and you're gently losing your composure.
 He wants to shatter you completely.Â
He grabs your thighs and encourages you to wrap your legs around his waist. And you do with his guidance, a well of desire about to burst within him. He adjusts until his cock is snug against your clothed cunt. A broken oh, leaves your lips and Yuta humps into you, shifting until he hits the sweet spot. Your voice sounds again, pitchy and melodic like a wind chime and thatâs when Yuta knows he has it.Â
He has you right where he wants you now. Bodies pressed into each other and so involved, so together. Yuta can feel you everywhere. Heâs always been in sync with you but every notch is turned to ten. The shallow rise and fall of your stomach, the slightest tenseness in your spine that melt away when he gives you a little attention. He has you in his grasp but he wants to hold onto you tighter. He feels like heâs been struck by lightning, the way his nerves are revved up.
He focuses on where your lower bodies meet, tongue poked between his lips and furrow in his brow. Drives his clothed, hard cock against your cunt, catching the crown into your clit until youâre shaking underneath him. Thereâs something so primal about it that Yuta canât take it. He canât think clearly anymore, lost in the feeling of dull pleasure. If it feels so good like this, being inside you might be too much. Youâre both naked mostly except for where you both need each other. So close in proximity that Yuta can hear each of your short pants. Erratic and almost thoughtlessly driven by one single thing, pleasing you. Feeling each other, all wrapped up together. Thereâs something romantic about the mutual desperation.Â
Drawing out those moans as he sucks at your tits, making you feel how hard he is. How pent up and needy and fucking horny he is all for you.Â
Just humping your soft, sweet little cunt through your panties makes Yuta want to risk everything heâs got. The push and pull of too much and not enough at the same time. Itâs so fucking euphoric. Your fabric keeps wetter and wetter, and Yuta doesnât know if itâs you or him - his pre-cum dribbling through his boxers. Mixing together so that thereâs less friction than there should be, material all soaked through and tacky.Â
He can feel your pussy pulse and tremble. Your spine goes stiff and Yuta pulls away to look at you. Youâre beautiful. Youâre on edge, in complete bliss and so fucking beautiful.Â
âOh, oh, Yuta - shit, like that. G-gonna, gonna,âÂ
He doesnât know what overtakes him, but he babbles on pulling away.Â
âCum for me, pleaseâfuck, baby, p-please, need it,âÂ
You cum the first time just like that. For Yuta, humping each other like two lovesick teenagers. All for him you get all broken. He canât help but burn the image of you underneath in his head forever. He needs to see it all again.Â
âOh, that felt so fucking good,â The praise feels like itâs being injected into his bloodstreamâYou make me feel sho good,âÂ
The slight slur in your words and praise all together makes him too happy. He kisses you, sloppy and lovedrunk, tongues touching and teeth chattering.Â
âYouâre everything Iâve ever wanted,â Yuta says with as much conviction as any one man could have. You laugh so loud it makes him smile. âI donât wish well for anyone you dated before me.â And you laugh again even louder.Â
âYou sound polite even when youâre threatening people.â You say with nothing but affection. Yuta wants more. He wants you. Even with this quiet lull, heâs thinking about how he can get you to cum again.Â
He nudges his nose to your cheek, kissing the corner of your mouth before he talks.Â
âI want you to do it again,â He states, slow and steady, trying to feel out your willingness âAnd then I want to fuck you,â
âWanna fuck me after you make me a mess?â You say, much more bluntly than he has. Youâre not wrong âAre you a sadist after all, Yuta?â
âYou look good when youâre messy. âs not my fault.â He replies, a little bite to his words. This delights you to the point he's proud. He does his best not to look uncool and this one time heâs succeeded.Â
âMake a mess of me, Yuta,â You encourage, probably because you know he needs it. And he does âI want it.âÂ
âYeah,â Comes his reply, as he pulls himself off of you âMe too,âÂ
The pace slows down now. The room smells of sex and Yuta can still feel the blood rushing in his ears but nothing so frantic. He lays you back, your legs undoing from behind him and resting. Yuta kisses your sternum first, a wave of emotion running through him. He puts his hands on your sides, sliding them down to meet your hips and squeezing tight.Â
He kisses his down your body like itâs nothing to be embarrassed about. He can feel you curl in above him - not completely. But you seem a little astonished, and he'd be lying if he said it didnât make him feel like he accomplished something. He works his way lower slowly, rubbing small circles into your skin as often as he can. Caressing you and committing your body to memory. He wants you to feel him as much as heâs feeling you, to feel his touch. The tension in the air is strengthened by his silence.Â
If he were saying anything itâd be something like this. Like can you feel it? how much i love you? or i want all of you. Things he canât often muster up the strength to say. Heâs good with his words but not good enough to communicate all of it so bluntly. Yuta is brave in areas other than love. Sometimes your adoration makes all the words clog in his throat. This is better for him, the physicality brings him peace of mind.Â
He likes how you feel. Your skin is much softer when he compares it to his, feels so different and more plush and comfortable. Yuta likes taking you in his hands and kneading the skin gently enough to relax you. Lower and lower, a trail of wet marks until heâs close to your clothed cunt. He stares at the sticky material, kissing it feather light before redirecting his attention to your thighs.Â
He starts again, at the bend of your knee - and works his way inward. Heâs rougher now, taking time to mark up your inner thigh with precision. Yuta canât help himself, placing kisses in the last places his teeth bit you. He does it again and again, up along one thigh and then moving to the other until youâre covered in them.Â
Youâre trembling with anticipation. A sense of contentment washes over Yuta as his breath fans over your cunt, so completely soaked the fabrics a different color. His tongue runs over the material, a shameless moan of pleasure leaving his mouth. You arch your back, hands reaching to take root in his hair. The sensation of tension on his scalp makes his cock twitch. Itâs salty and a little bitter, the mix of his pre-cum and yours altogether. Yuta goes to do it again anyway. The mess of it gets him excited, unconsciously rubbing into the sheets underneath him.Â
âO-oh, Yuta.âÂ
He shivers, hands planing over the tops of your thighs as he brings him down close to him.Â
âYeah, yeah baby. Just me and you,âÂ
A soft laugh leaves your mouth. Yuta can feel how worked up you are. Youâre quiet and tense. Some part of him wants to leave you like that waiting, but the other part of him wants to give you everything youâve ever asked for. He gives into the latter, because thatâs what he wants more. Rolls the fabric off of your legs with a deep sigh, a pleased hum. He loves the way you smell, the scent of sex and arousal mixed with the fancy soaps you keep in your bathroom. Your pussy is as pretty as you are, a sheen of arousal all along your slit. Your clit peeks through, swelled from need. Yuta kisses it without thinking.Â
He starts slow. Lays his tongue flat against the seam of your cunt before dragging it up. The taste of you covers his mouth, tangy and slightly sweet - Yuta canât get enough of you. He moans in appreciation, repeating the gesture as he pulls your pussy close. His nose bumps into your sex. He peers up at you with his lashes. Youâre so pretty it makes him want to please. He repeats this over and over - licking at your clit with enthusiasm. Your clit is hard and needy, throbbing against the soft, smooth muscle of his tongue as he gains a sort of rhythm. He gauges your reaction when he tries something new, adding pressure until youâre squirming underneath him. When you start growing noisier, Yuta knows heâs hit the right pace.Â
And he stays like that, your pussy soaking his mouth and chin. He adjusts himself slightly, rubbing his fingers between your folds. You let out a soft oh above him, making him want to laugh. He keeps at it, his fingers sliding far enough to tease your entrance. Your hole is twitching without him having done much at all, his middle finger teasing and prodding.Â
âDonât t-tease so much,â You pant.Â
Yuta nearly blows his load listening to you talk like that. He didnât think you could be so cute. He listens though, pushing his middle finger into you with ease. It doesnât take too much effort. Your insides are so incredibly wet for him. Your walls are so soft and inviting, syrupy to the touch. Yuta loves feeling them. He gives you time to adjust to the new sensation, fucking in and out slow enough that the tension melts. He gets knuckle deep with his middle finger and when it doesnât seem like youâre tense anymore - he goes and adds another.Â
He does both in tandem - and thereâs a period where itâs all a bunch of sensation for you. Eventually it stops being just a feeling, turns into pleasure. He curls his fingers up against you hard, rubbing the soft and spongy area and he can feel you practically lurch forward. Your spine arches, mouth dropped open in a soft âoâ. Another feeling of pride spreads through his chest, his whole body. He wants you to let go again just like this. While he fingers your weepy cunt and with your clit in his mouth - he wants to see how far he can push. How wet you can get before he ever gets inside.Â
Yuta isnât one for competition or ego. Heâs always been easy-going. But something about you being underneath him like this, moaning for him like this - makes him feel like he should put in a little more effort to prove himself. He wants to make you feel so good, wants to see your composure break down steadily. He wants you praise him for it, to fuck each other like animals in the thereafter of your second orgasm. He pushes towards that goal steadfastly, and soon enough your body catches up with him.Â
Yuta can practically feel your stomach tighten. You let out a noise, a string of mismatched syllables like a warning. Yuta only hums in encouragement, keeping his pace exactly the same. Feeling it is incredible. His fingers can feel the way your walls tighten up so hard and the tremors of the aftermath.Â
Your back curves in a C as you cum, hard for him and he can feel it. He can feel you cum. He can see you, see the pleasure crash into you like a tidal wave. A second. Yuta made you cum twice in a row and heâs already itching to do it a third.Â
You practically pry him off as you ride the wave of your high. You sigh deeply, and Yuta licks his fingers. He waits for your adoration, pleased to receive as you pull him up for a kiss.Â
âYouâre so fucking good, Yuta,â You say and Yuta feels his resolve crumble. He needs to fuck you immediately âSo, so good to me baby.âÂ
He whimpers into your mouth. âI need you.â
You laugh breathlessly, your hand reaching between your bodies to squeeze his cock. Yuta shudders and you giggle to yourself.Â
âYeah. Bet youâre feeling pent up, Yuta. How about I treat you this time? That okay?âÂ
âTreat me?âÂ
âBy riding you,â You say, smiling at him. He gets chills from the offer âYou want that?âÂ
âOh. Oh, fuck - please. Please?âÂ
You smile at him.Â
âLay on your back, sweet boy.âÂ
Sweet boy. He swallows thickly but does as you say. Lays back and watches you climb over him a second time tonight - this time with a much more obvious intent. He canât stop thinking about how gorgeous he finds you - no matter how many times he sees you, itâs not easy to get used to.Â
You sit up on his lap, naked and beautiful, your hangs tugging down his boxers just enough to free his cock. He hisses at the sensation of air, then moans because your hand squeezed around the shaft. Yuta watches, bewitched, by how you spit into the palm of your hands and let it drip down onto his cock. You stroke until heâs covered in it, saliva making a mess of him. When heâs all wet, you scoot forward just slightly. A hand ends up on his chest as you pull your hips up.Â
Guiding the tip to your hole, you sink down on Yuta finally. He can only recognize loosely that thereâs no condoms to be seen but he doesnât find it in himself to care. Thereâs a slight sensation of tension that quickly gives away to nothing but slick, white-hot pleasure. You feel amazing. Itâs not like anything heâs ever felt in his entire life and each time you drop down another inch - heâs biting his cheek trying not to cum immediately. Thatâd be such a waste, even if youâve promised to fuck like rabbits - Yuta wants to make this last long.Â
You lower yourself steadily until all of him is inside. Your expression is slightly pinched, and your whole body trembles before you finally seem comfortable. You lean forward, your hand next to Yutaâs head as you look at him.Â
âCum when you feel like you need to, âkay?âÂ
Yuta just swallows.Â
Before he gets a chance to adjust to the feeling, you pick your hips and slam them back down on his cock without breaking a sweat. Yuta nearly screams, his hands immediately shooting to your hips to try and slow you down. You give him a wry grin, He almost wants to plead for your mercy.Â
âWant me to go slower?âÂ
âPlease be nice.âÂ
You giggle but heed his request. Repeating the motion but slower as promised, you rock yourself steadily onto Yutaâs cock. The pace is controlled and smooth, a rhythmic pass of your hips over and over. Your insides feel like theyâll melt him completely, make him liquid from the inside out. Youâre picturesque riding him, tits bouncing and leaned forward enough that Yuta can see the concentration on your face. He watches you find your own pleasure in it too - somewhere half-way between grinding and bouncing that makes you look so good. He feels so incredible like this.Â
He moves his hands so theyâre grabbing your ass and only moves with you slightly. Not enough to change the pace, but to meet you. The room is filled with the sound of skin hitting skin - a tacky smack as your bounces hard enough to hit Yutas thighs. Something about is so vulgar, but something about is so sensual. He can feel every nerve in his body standing on edge. Your hand moves gently between your bodies to tease your clit as you ride and Yuta canât help but be impressed by your stamina. He feels so spoiled. Feels so mind-numbingly good he wants to go brain dead while you drain for everything heâs got.Â
Your expression is blissed out as you hit your stride, absolutely debauched. He can feel you again, another rush of arousal. Heâs getting better at telling when youâre close. Your pussy is so sloppy all for him, because of him. So messy that itâs dripping down his cock onto his balls, all over the sheets underneath you. He can feel you clench in anticipation - the sudden spasming in the build up.Â
âGonna cum again and I want you cum right after me, yeah baby? Can you do that?âÂ
Yuta groans.Â
âPleasepleaseplease.â Is all he can make out. You laugh, breathy. Your pace is still the same as you rub your clit. The third time you cum is less intense. Itâs a shorter wave, a softer sort of orgasm that seems to ease you more than it does anything else. Even still, you clench around his cock hard - getting so much wetter than you were a minute ago.Â
Itâs in the tremors that Yuta finally feels in touch with himself again. He loses himself completely. Finally giving into the sensation thatâs been drowning him, He feels it in his entire lower body. Every atom of him finally catching up to the high of the release. Itâs so intense when he opens his mouth nothing comes out. His eyes shoot open then go back closed. The coil in his stomach loosens more slowly at first than all at once, like a car crash. When Yuta finally cums he sees nothing but white stars in his vision. He canât scream, canât speak - so he holds onto you tight and finishes to the sound of your gentle coaxing. Your voice is shot hoarse as you coo to him.
âThatâs it baby, cum for me. Thatâs it, there you go.â Echoes around in his head. Cum spurts out of him, thick and hot in your walls and he doesnât even try to pull out as he goes completely limp underneath you.Â
When he opens his eyes back up again, you're both just as ragged as each other. Yuta canât stop himself from laughing. He hugs you tight to his chest as you lay on top of him - naked bodies and tangled limbs.Â
âI love you,â Yuta says blearily. You laugh.Â
âI love you too, Yuta.âÂ
__Â
After you and Yuta manage the energy to shower, you find yourselves back in bed. Itâs late when youâre finally ready to sleep, being in the same positions you were before. Only this time with new sheets.Â
Yuta lets you into his arms, wrapping them around you as you nuzzle into his chest.Â
âSo. Was it worth breaking your rules?âÂ
Yuta canât help but break out into laughter at your question. He nods his head, a flush on his expression.Â
âYeah. Yeah it was.âÂ

#yuta x reader#yuta okkotsu x reader#jjk x reader#jjk smut#yuta okkotsu smut#writing tag#i was NOT going to post this until i woke up later#but due to unforseen and horrendous circumstances i am alive#i wrote this for miss aleks i am literally so grateful for u kdsjknkjsd thank u sm#i hope it is okay!! its been a while since ive written him
4K notes
·
View notes
Text
Masochist Yan bully with a sadistic student council reader
Tw: smoking, cigarette burns, masochism, slightly suggestive themes
-
Erin watches the cafeteria door as he wastes for you to come outside. He was standing behind a building in the recreational area of the school, tucked away from human eye less they rounded the corner. He flicks on his lighter as you finally make your way outside for your routinely inspect of the school grounds.
He puts the cigarette to his lips. The other week, you caught another school smoking in this same spot and gave them an earful. You forced everyone to leave, but there were rumors you made them smoke the entire rest of the pack after-school. Erin still got tingles when he remembered how the student cries from your verbal assault.
Erin lights the cigarette, taking in a puff as the nicotine burns. He gags. It's not his first time, but in his excitement he ended up inhaling more than intended. He stands close to the end of the corner; tossing his pack onto the ground as your footsteps approach.
He steps out and picks from up, cancer stick hanging from his teeth as he waves. "Hey, Y/n. What's up?"
Your expression is neutral. "What are you doing, Mr. Hart?"
"Nothin." He takes the cigarette from his mouth and blows into the air. "Just enjoying my break like everyone else."
Without another word you walk over. You grab him by the wrist, pulling him around the corner as you then shove him against the wall.
"Give it to me."
Erin's face heats up. He feels your breath against his face. He shakily hands you the cigarette.
You grimace. "How disgusting. Tainting our school grounds with this stench. It's fitting for someone like you, but that doesn't mean you can do it."
His heart beat excellerates. "What are you gonna do about it?"
"Well I let the last pest off with a warning, but I'll make an example out of you. You're tougher to crack than them anyways." You step back. "Kneel."
Erin's not as tough of an egg as you think as he immediately falls to his kneels. He was a little over a foot taller than you standing, now at stomach level. It was a good imbalance. One he'd like to see more often. He gets as close as possible, chest pressed against your leg. You stare down at him; him returning the look with one that reminded you of a dog in heat.
"Stick out your tongue."
Erin again does as told. That smart ass confidence of his had been withered down to an obedient pet. You had yet to fully tame that spirit of his - but you would. You yank him forward by the jaw; flicking some of the cigarette's ash onto his tongue. He trembles in anticipation. You finally press it into the flesh of the muscle; keeping an iron grip on his jaw.
"Gah.. Hah..." Erin moans in pain as the bud chars his tongue. He grabs your thighs, nailing hooking onto the fabric of your pants. It fucking hurt. He could feel the tastebuds in that area melting away, but he wanted more. So much more. The pain was as enriching as the sweet embrace of a lover. It believed with his sick obsession for you that left him in a puddle of pure ecstasy.
Saliva pours over his lips and onto your fingers. He tries so hard not to bite down; jaws clenching, but unable to close around the cigarette. It eventually goes out from the combine weight of his saliva and being forced into a surface. You twist the extinguished bud for added measure before flicking it onto his lap.
You force his head back; another moan erupted from his throat as you yank his hair. Your fingers enter his mouth as you except the extent of the damage. A circle red is burnt into his tongue; the flesh raw. He nearly finishes on the spot as you tug on it. Deeming he's learned his lesson, you let him go.
"I think that's enough punishment for today. Don't do it again or..." Your voice trails off. As you spoke your eyes wandered his body; falling on an unflattering sight between his legs. "Are you- Did you get-"
Erin doesn't respond. Too caught up in the pleasure running through his body to speak. You nearly retch.
"How repulsive... Clean yourself up and go home for the day."
You walk away as the alarm rings for the next period. Erin slumps against the wall as he shoves his fingers in his mouth, trying to reach that same high he felt when yours were in their place. It's not enough to settle his heart back into his chest, but enough to finish what needed to be done.
#this is nasty#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere male#male yandere#Yandere bully#Yandere scenarios#yandere headcanons#yandere imagines#yandere x you#yandere oc x reader#yandere x darling#yandere oc imagine#yandere drabble#yandere blurb#suggestive
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
How to Keep the Various Bats Alive: a guide by Stephanie Brown
I know that Jason made a list like this. I don't trust it.
Do not let any of them have free rein of the kitchen.
In case of an emergency, yell for Superman. One of them will come.
If you are one of the aforementioned Supermen, and there is still an emergency, Leslie Thomkins' number is on the fridge and the door to the showers in the Cave.
If I am gone, that means someone needs to pay extra attention to Damian. I recommend Jason or Cass. Everyone else is too oblivious. He likes the vegan ice cream place on 4th.
Tim is allergic to walnuts. He forgets about that, sometimes.
Dick needs at least 8 hugs a day. Sometimes he needs to stock up, always give him lots of hugs before he leaves the manor for an extended period.
Tim also needs to be touched a lot. I usually just punch him in the arm, that seems to satisfy his touch starvation.
If Harley Quinn is in the manor, she misses her Robins. If she's in the Cave, something is wrong. If she's at WE, you're being robbed. She probably won't keep what she steals, I think she just needs it sometimes. Like when zookeepers give tigers blocks of ice with meat inside? She just needs the enrichment.
Duke has been angry lately. Do not allow him any weapons with sharp edges. He's also been having nightmares. Cass is the best person to help with that.
Never wake Alfred up, he doesn't get enough sleep as it is.
Don't touch Dick without permission. I know that didn't used to be the case. It is now.
Sometimes Cass gets overwhelmed. Don't approach her without invitation in this state if you value your bones.
Never let the bunny outside when it's snowing.
Don't eat right before dinner, that's just rude.
Don't enter anyone's room without an invitation. Duh.
Never mention Jason's scars. Specifically the autopsy one. You'll know it if you see it.
Duke needs to be reminded that he's human sometimes. Easiest way to do this is hand him an animal. Playing board games works too.
Tim is not allowed to accept any dares. Tread carefully.
Damian is NOT team leader if Bruce is gone. Don't let him convince you otherwise.
The rest of the family:
Jason | Damian | Tim | Babs | Cass | Bruce | Duke | Dick
#dc#batfamily#stephanie brown#a babysitter's guide to the bats#bruce wayne#barbara gordon#dick grayson#cassandra cain#jason todd#tim drake#damian wayne#harley quinn#alfred pennyworth#wayne manor#batman#oracle#nightwing#blackbat#red hood#red robin#spoiler#robin#duke thomas#the signal#batfam#papayarants#papaya's headcanons
3K notes
·
View notes
Text
Forbidden - Part 2
Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Masterlist | Be notified of my stories
Summary: Meeting the perfect woman at a party has three complications: 1) you're married; 2) she's your student; 3) sheâs too good to let go.Â
Word count: 6.859 || Pronouns: she/her
Warnings: smut [18+ only!]
A/N: And it's finally here! I can't believe it took me so long to finish this chapter, I'm so sorry hahaha I hope you all enjoy it though!Â
You do NOT have permission to repost or translate my work on any platforms (even with credit)
Series Masterlist | Previews part
âââââ â
âź â
âââââ
âYouâre home.â The surprise in your voice disguises how mentally tired you are, your hand loosening the knot of your tie as you furrow your brows. Blond hair stuffed in the refrigerator was the last thing you expected to see when you got home.Â
âI am.â Carol says as she fits in an upright posture, a bottle of beer in her hand and a sloppy smile on her face. âI was on the phone with your dad this morning and he told me you had settled in, so I stopped by.â The information makes you frown, setting your bag on the kitchen counter after you get rid of your shoes. âWhy were you on the phone with my dad?â
âWeâre closing another partnership.â She says simply, using a dishcloth to open the glass bottle. You barely give her a hum of understanding, moving to the sink so you can pour yourself a glass of water.Â
Ever since you and Carol started to grow serious, your father offered her a partnership. You werenât sure what a Football player would offer a tech company such as Stark Industries, but Howard found a way to make it work, advertising more and more training-oriented products, always with your wife as the poster girl.Â
To say that the deal has enriched not only your father but also Carol is an understatement. And the partnership that was wonderful at the beginning, became your biggest nightmare as your marriage began to sink, and your father became more and more emphatic about you staying in it. Â
âYou should call him, he misses you.â The blonde speaks after a few minutes of silence, turning to face you with her hip resting on the kitchen counter. You resist the urge to roll your eyes as you finish your water unhurriedly. Youâre pretty sure what she meant to say is that he misses the opportunity to micromanage every single aspect of your life. âAnd so have I.â
âOh, have you?â You hit back as you wash your glass, sarcasm dripping from your words, completely unconvinced. âCome on, Y/n, can we not do this right now? I just got home.â Carol complains tiredly, a loud huff leaving her lips before she speaks, but you remain silent, your back to her as you keep your place by the sink.
When your relationship with the blonde started, you were sure there would be no other woman in the world for you. No one would ever be able to make you so happy, to love you as she did. That was your truth for so many years, and although thereâs a part of you that still wants to believe that, it grows weaker every time you see pictures and videos of her from the times she spent away.Â
Always with some other girl, her hands around her waist or neck, laughing as she used to do with you, whispers in ears that used to flip your stomach but now just made you sick. There was never something more incriminating than that - although, to you, all of those images were incriminating enough.Â
But with every fight, every shouted accusation and lame excuses, Carol always found a way to keep you believing her, to make you ignore the small voice in your head that told you to leave. Of course, the insistent pressure from your family helped her a lot with that. Still, she couldnât stop it from hurting.
âIâm gonna go shower.â You let her know when youâre done, wiping your hands on the back of your pants. âI could join you.â She tries, moving closer, but you screw your eyes shut to disguise your irritation. âToday was really tiring.â You cut her off more harshly than you intended, and your wife's hurt expression makes you sigh. âMaybe some other time.â You suggest, rubbing the bridge of your nose, and the blonde forces a sad smile as she nods slowly. âSure. Iâll make us some dinner, then.â
She doesnât wait for a response before she turns around and makes her way back to the refrigerator. But youâre pretty sure you saw a few tears pooling in her eyes, so you sigh softly, your jaw locked as you move closer to her.Â
âIâm glad youâre home.â You tell her with a hand over her shoulder, and Carol turns her face to you the same moment, her surprised expression lit by the refrigerator light. âMe too.â She answers with a smile, and you force one in response before you leave the kitchen.
â
â â
â â
â â
â â
â â
The rest of the term is hell.
Seeing Wanda every Tuesday and Thursday is killing you slowly, no matter how she chooses to behave for the day. Sometimes, sheâll ignore you completely, keeping her gaze down on the pages of her notebook for the two hours that your class lasts. At other times, sheâll keep her gaze at you, barely blinking, her jaw tensed, her expression letting you know that, if she could, she would jump on your neck.Â
What makes it all the worse, is that she keeps ignoring your attempts to reach her, all your calls going straight to voicemail, all your texts completely ignored. And the worst part is that you canât even blame her. Sheâs right. You lied to her, even if you didnât use your words to do so. You disregarded her trust in you and youâd forever hate yourself for it.Â
âYou look too depressed, even for an artist.â A voice youâve grown accustomed to sounds in your ears as you walk towards your office, and you giggle softly, slowing your pace so that the redhead can catch up with you. âIâm not an artist, Iâm a professor.â
âI think this explains your suffering better.â Natalia retorts with amusement, making you laugh some more. The two of you then make some small talk as you walk together to the faculty building, greeting a few acquaintances and students you meet around the campus along the way.
âDoing anything fun for the Holidays?â The Russian Professor asks when you reach your office door, and you move the books you were holding to only one of your hands so you can unlock the door. âIâm going to visit my parents in their winter cabin, so no.â You tell her, which makes her laugh. âWhat about you?â
âVisiting my parents too.â She answers with her arms crossed, resting her shoulders on the door frame as you move inside the room, placing your belongings on your desk - completely messy due to the end of the term. âThey said they met a ânice guyâ they wanted to introduce to me, so Iâll make sure to be extra gay once I get there.â Natalia tells with a roll of her eyes, and you let out a giggle. âI hardly believe someone would ever doubt your homosexuality.â
âThank you, thatâs the nicest thing youâve ever said to me.â The redhead says in an overly dramatic tone, with her hands over her chest and pretending sheâs about to cry. You laugh as you shake your head in amusement, and the other smiles before asking, âAre you going home yet?â
âNo, I have some grades to double-check before I leave.â You let her know as you dramatically plop yourself down on your chair, making her laugh. âAlright. Happy Holidays, Y/n/n.â She wishes with a kind smile, to which you respond with one of your own as you say. âHappy Holidays, Nat.â
The redhead leaves your office after that, closing the door behind her. As you turn your laptop on, you check your phone once again, just in case she has answered you. Of course she didnât, the stack of messages sent staring back at you. So you let out a long sigh and, shoving your phone back in your pocket, you start to work.
â
â â
â â
â â
â â
â â
âWanda! There's delivery for you! Again.â Yelena changes her shouted tone for an annoyed grumble as she says the last word, forcing a smile at the delivery guy as she signs the tablet he offers her. Wanda, from her bedroom, sighs, already knowing what it was before having to see it with her own eyes.Â
Not content with filling her cell phone with calls and texts, your new approach was gifting. Well, not new, exactly, once youâve been doing it since the end of the past term. To make matters worse, your gifts were always thoughtful. First, you sent red roses and a note, apologizing again and saying you chose the flowers because you remember she had some decorating her room. Yelena and Kate suggested she throw them away, however, and they ended up on the terrace of the building, burning the flowers on a portable grill one of the neighbors lent them.Â
The next gift was a box of chocolates, but what surprised Wanda the most was the small golden kosher stamp, certifying that the product follows the Jewish dietary law. Living in the States and with a routine as chaotic as any college student's can be, Wanda always has a hard time following the rules that her religion sets, most of all when it comes to food. But she tries her best to do so and she couldnât help thinking it was really sweet of you to be this thoughtful. Although her friends suggested tossing in the trash the letter that came along with the box, all the girls agreed that throwing away chocolate would be a crime, so they kept that one. Â
You also sent a Gray Wolf plush - the national animal of her birthplace - and a book about the history of the city of KrakĂłw. Neither Yelena nor Kate understood what that last gift meant, but the brunette did, and she decided to keep the story to herself, ignoring her rosy cheeks and her friends' complaints to take the gift to her room. Â
So yes, Wanda was still very pissed off and hurt by the entire situation. But your persistent, thoughtful gifts were finding a way to get to her heart. And she hated it.
âUh, is it chocolate again? I loved the ones she sent last week.â Kate gets to Yelena before Wanda does, leaving her place in the kitchen - where she was preparing a sandwich - to approach the blonde and whatever it is she has in her hands. âItâs not for you, Bishop.â Belova scolds, moving the silver box away from the other girlsâ hands, and Wanda chuckles at the interaction.
When sheâs close enough, Yelena hands her the box - which is only slightly larger than a shoebox. Kate and Yelena fall silent as they watch Wanda holding the item in her hands, and examining it for a moment before taking it to the kitchen counter. When the brunette opens the lid, the other two girls frown in confusion, but she has a small smile on the corner of her lips. Â
âWhat flowers are those?â Bishop is the one who asks, watching as Wanda takes the bouquet carefully out of the box, the small white flowers enhancing the beautiful green of the leaves. âLilies of the valley.â The brunette answers with an easy smile, her eyes never leaving the flowers, and Kate takes no time in googling it on her phone. âIt's a flower of forgiveness.â
âItâs also Sokoviaâs national flower.â Wanda adds, her smile growing as she fails to ignore the butterflies in her stomach. And as Kate lets out a soft âawnâ, Yelena crosses her arms, snorting. âThatâs not desperate at all.â
âI think itâs kinda cute.â Bishop retorts to the other's sarcasm, receiving a warning look. âDonât encourage it!â The blonde grumbles, lightly hitting her friend's arm for emphasis. âWhat? It is! Sheâs really trying!â Kate hits back, defensively, but Yelena only snorts again. âShe used our friend! She just wanted someone to have fun with in her boring married life. A poor, innocent girl to discard after a one-night stand...â
âIâm right here.â Wanda grumbles with an unamused expression, earning from Yelena an apologetic grimace. âI donât think thatâs necessarily true.â Bishop responds to her friend's previous comment, folding her arms with a pensive expression. âLike, would she be sending all these gifts if it was that meaningless? I mean, itâs been months.â
Belova lets out a disbelieving laugh, rolling her eyes. But when they rest on Wandaâs face again, she frowns. âOh no, youâre thinking, stop thinking!â Yelena warns, but the brunette doesnât let go of her thoughtful frown. âKate may be right though.â She says with a shrug, putting the flower back on the box, and the blonde takes her annoyed gaze to the taller one in the room. âAre you happy?â
âLook, Iâm not saying sheâs not wrong about what sheâs done.â Kate defends herself, her gaze shifting between Wanda and Yelena. âShe still lied to you and, worse, sheâs still married.â The brunette canât help but let her eyes fall on the flowers you sent as she hears her friend, and she decides to close the lid so she can think straight. âBut, I donât know, maybe you mean more to her than you think you do. What did she say when you confronted her, again?â
âShe said it didnât have to be the last time, but I didnât let her say more than that.â Wanda recalls with her arms hugging her own body to protect herself from the memories and the messed-up situation sheâs in - without much success, however. Kate snaps her fingers. âSee? Maybe she does like you and wants to be with you, even if sheâs married. Oh my God, this is so exciting!â
âAre you listening to yourself?â Yelena asks, completely baffled, drawing all eyes back to her. âSheâs our professor. You canât date your professor!â She reasons, but Kate just snorts dismissively. âOf course you can! Itâs super hot too, everyone wants to do that.â The comment makes Wanda laugh softly with amusement, shaking her head. But Yelena is still annoyed by it all. âItâs illegal.â
âIâm not underage, Yelena, Iâm capable of making my own decisions.â The brunette speaks for the first time after a while, an eyebrow raised in her direction, but the blonde shakes her head. âItâs not about that, Wanda, itâs against the university rules, sheâll be fired.â The comment makes the brunette furrow her brows, she hadnât thought about it that way before.
âYou better tell your sister about that.â Kate breaks the silence with a teasing smirk that makes Yelena almost growl in anger. âThatâs it, Iâm leaving.â The blonde doesn't even finish talking to start stomping away towards the exit of their shared apartment. âLena, come on, it was just a joke!â Bishop tries to hide a smile as she follows the other girl out and Wanda laughs softly at the other two before looking at the box on the counter again, staring at it for a while before deciding to take it with her to her room.
â
â â
â â
â â
â â
â â
Going back to school after the winter break ends also means seeing you again and Wanda wasn't sure how she felt about it. She was still mad at you for everything youâve done to her, of course. But after almost three months - and your constant gifts and trying to reach out to apologize - the brunette couldnât deny she was getting soft.
As she walks with her friends to your classroom - Kate by her left shoulder and Yelena by her right one -, Wanda feels her heart skipping two beats with every step she takes. The other two girls, completely unaware of the brunetteâs struggles, keep talking excitedly about something she wasnât really paying attention to, but was trying really hard to do so.Â
Now, Wanda wasnât sure what was going to happen once they finally reached the classroom. Maybe your eyes would meet and youâd smile at her again, and sheâd be incapable of not smiling back and everything would be fine. Or you wouldnât even spare her a glance, having grown tired of waiting for her. What she did not expect, however, is that one of her classmates would be talking to you - or rather, flirting with you.
âI told you, everyone wants to date a professor.â Kate comments by her side as she follows Wandaâs furious gaze with her own to where you were talking to Anna Marie, who had her hand resting on your arm lightly. âWhatâs wrong with people wanting to date their teachers?â Yelena grumbles as she pushes her friends to some chairs close to the exit, and Wanda has a hard time taking her eyes away from you to walk.Â
âWell, itâs not every day we have a Professor who isnât seventy years old.â Kate comments with amusement, placing her stuff on the table. âAnd, with all due respect, Wanda, but sheâs kinda hot.â The girlâs elbow hitting her side playfully finally tears the brunetteâs eyes from the front of the class, blinking a few times to recollect her thoughts. As Kate laughs softly, Yelena grumbles displeased. âGross.â
âYouâre just mad about it because half of your friends want to sleep with your sister.â Bishop retorts with amusement, and Yelena grumbles once again, changing her desk so that Wanda is sitting between her and Kate. âThatâs it, youâre not sitting by my side.â Kate only chuckles softly, but the brunette hasn't been paying attention for a long time.
In the front of the classroom, Anna is still talking to you - and with her hand still annoyingly on your forearm. But you push her hand away politely and, although she canât hear from that distance, by the motion of your hand the brunette thinks you told the other girl to go sit down.Â
As Marie finds a place to sit, your eyes scan the room, stopping when they meet Wandaâs. At first, sheâs frozen, not sure if she should look away or keep staring. But you offer her a small smile - nearly invisible at that distance -, and avert your gaze the next moment when the brunette doesnât reciprocate, her blood still boiling inside her veins.Â
So you start your class as naturally as you can and, as the hours go by, you have no trouble noticing that today is one of the days Wanda looks at you as if she wants to jump on your neck.
â
â â
â â
â â
â â
â â
From the next class on, everything changes.Â
You were drinking from your water bottle on Thursday when Wanda arrived with her friend, and you almost choked at the sight of her. Instead of the casual clothes she usually wears to class, her lower half is very poorly covered by a miniskirt, and the tight-fitting tank top she wears exposing a fair amount of her chest have you drooling.Â
To make matters worse, once her eyes meet yours she sends you a smirk full of meaning, her lower lip trapped between her teeth before she looks away. The interaction is brief, but itâs more than enough to make your brain malfunction for the rest of the class. The way the brunette is clearly having fun with the whole thing doesnât help.Â
And thatâs how the classes went. Wanda showing up in shorter and shorter clothes, messing with your sanity whenever your eyes landed on her, either by biting the pen cap, crossing her arms with the sole purpose of making her breasts even more evident under her cleavage, or even spreading her legs apart slightly so you can see the color of her panties - sometimes, when she was sitting close enough, you could even see the dark stain of her arousal.
You had no idea where all that was coming from. But - as much as you liked it - it had to end, because you were getting increasingly distracted in class, to the point where some students noticed your uneased posture, and asked if you were alright. So, one afternoon after the class was over, you called her over.Â
âMiss Maximoff, do you have a moment, please?â You asked, trying to sound as unaffected as you could, beckoning the younger girl to approach you by your table. âYes, Professor?â The brunette asks as she does so, her innocent voice sounding unnatural in the face of the little smirk on the corner of her face.
You find yourself wondering how the hell she can look so pretty all the damn time, especially with that red dress that was too short for the sake of your mental health and a black jacket over it that highlights the red locks of her hair. Your eyes almost linger on her mouth for too long until the noises of your students leaving attract your attention again. So you clear your throat awkwardly, pretending to look through some papers and missing the way her smirk grows wider. âI, uh, Iâd like to discuss the third topic of your essay, I donât think it is very clear to me.â
âWell, Professor, what I meant by that is that one of the pillars of art is desire, isn't it?â She points out the discussion you had in previous classes, but you can barely listen, too busy trying to keep your brain working properly as she rests her palms over the table with her stretched out, highlighting her cleavage⊠âEvery piece of art seeks to arouse a craving in its consumers, an irresistible hunger they cannot deny-â
âWanda, youâre killing me.â You interrupt with a groan, your voice low so the few remaining students wonât hear, your hand loosening your tie to try and relieve the heat - which obviously doesnât help. âI donât know what you mean, professor, Iâm just explaining my essay.â The brunette hits back, and although her posture is dismissive, her amused tone gives her away, making you sigh in surrender. âCan we talk? Please, I-â
âIâm sorry Professor, I have another class in ten minutes.â She says with a forced apologetic grimace, checking the time on her phone. âMaybe I can go to your office after dinner time?â She suggests before you can complain, taking a step closer to you, and you have to resist the urge to take a step back, gulping harshly as you nod your head dumbly. The effect she has on you⊠Youâd never be able to explain.
âS-sure, Iâll be waiting for you.â You manage to stutter out, your eyes glued on her lips when she offers you a broad smile. âOkay. See you later, professor.â She says her goodbyes, and doesnât wait for your answer before walking away. Not that you wouldâve been able to, too focused on the sway of her hips intentionally done to catch your eye.
â
â â
â â
â â
â â
â â
You can barely focus on any of your classes after that, and all your interactions happen on autopilot as all you can think about is your meeting with Wanda after dinner. And when the time finally comes, youâre passing back and forth anxiously around your office.Â
The knocks on your door startle you slightly and you take a few seconds to check your reflection in the small mirror on the corner, fixing your hair as you walk to the door. The wooden piece swings to your right at your own strength, revealing on the other side the brunette youâve wanted to see since the very first second she left the classroom earlier today.Â
It hasn't been long since then, only a gap of a few hours. But the atmosphere between the two of you has already changed completely, a dense cloud of uncertainty and anticipation dancing around the both of you, growing thicker with each passing moment of you staring into each other's eyes.
âHi.â Wanda is the one who breaks the silence first, her posture - once determined and defiant now almost insecure, with one hand firmly around the bag's strap and the green irises struggling to remain in yours. âHey.â You say back just as softly, moving to the side just enough for the girl to enter your office. She offers you a minimal smile as she does so, and itâs right there that you realize how much youâve missed it these past months.  Â
The click of the door closing behind you is the prelude to a long moment of silence that follows between you, broken by the faint noise of students and faculty walking around campus. Wanda stops facing you in the middle of the room, her back to your desk, appearing uncomfortable in that place she had never been before. You watch her in silence, your mind racing with everything you wanted to say right now, your chest tightening preventing you from doing so.
âWanda, whatâs happening?â You condense all your questions into one, the lump in your throat turning into a tired scoff. âOne day you hate me, wonât even look at me if not to glare at me as if I were the worst person in the world - not that I can blame you for that, of course, but... In the next you areâŠâ You point at her, remembering the stunt she pulled in class earlier, and once again the words fail you, leaving you unable to say anything but repeat the question, âwhatâs happening?â
The brunette remains silent. Her eyes drop from yours, her jaw locked and her expression thoughtful. She seems to be searching for the right words, you imagine, and you don't push her to do so, remaining silent, watching her with as much patience as your anxious brain allows you. A little longer than a minute later, she sighs.Â
âI saw you talking to Anna before class the other day.â Wanda tells, a tone almost shameful. You furrow your brows in confusion, but your obliviousness only earns you an annoyed grunt from the brunette. âShe was flirting with you so bluntly, in front of everyone and I⊠I was so angry, I justâŠâ You finally remember the day she mentioned, when one of your students came to you before class started. But you barely pay any mind to it, too curious about the words the girl in front of you is holding back from saying.Â
âI donât want you looking at any other girl but me.â A low gasp leaves your lips at her confession, your mouth agape with surprise. âI donât.â You say wholeheartedly, your restless mind suddenly empty. âYour wife wouldnât like to hear you say that.â The brunette accuses bitterly, one eyebrow raised as her features contort into an angry expression. âIâve seen pictures of the two of you. You look cute together, happy.â
âAnd you believe everything you see on the internet, I suppose.â You return her sarcastic tone with an amused yet devoid of humor one, a dry laugh escorting your words. Wanda looks at you with curiosity this time, and you put your hands in your pockets, looking away as you tell, âCarol and I are not happy, we havenât been in a long time. My marriage, itâs not⊠It just doesnât work anymore.â
âAnd why donât you end it?â Wanda asks in a heartbeat, the expression on her face indecipherable when you look up at her again. âItâs complicated.â You answer simply with a shrug of your shoulders. The last thing you wanted right now was to talk about the misfortunes of your failed marriage. The answer doesnât please the brunette in the slightest however, who scoffs in disbelief with her arms crossed, rolling her eyes as she murmurs, âof course it is.â
âI mean it.â You hit back firmly, and wait for her to look at you again to speak. She's reluctant to do so at first, but when her eyes finally meet yours, they're hurtful, and you sigh wearily. âI wanna end things. I do. I just⊠Iâm just finding it hard to find the right time to do so.â Your words are honest, but they donât convince Wanda, who merely nods in understanding, looking down at her feet once again.Â
âDid you, hm, did you like the gifts I sent you?â You try to change the subject, because the last thing you want right now is to see her sad, even if you canât do much to change that. The brunette seems to have a similar line of thinking, because when she looks up again, her expression is playful.Â
âWas that you?â The teasing question makes you let out a chuckle, looking away at your shoes and missing the way she smiles at you. âI did.â She answers finally, her tone softer this time. âKate loved the chocolates, by the way, sheâs been looking for them everywhere. Where did you find them?â
âI had a friend help me out.â You answer vaguely, and Wanda doesn't want to think too much about the butterflies in her stomach at the mere thought of you talking about her to other people. Fortunately for her, she doesnât have to, because your approaching footsteps catch her attention, and having you so close again makes her brain stop working for a second.Â
âIâm really sorry, Wanda.â You change the tone of the conversation once more, the glint behind your eyes as pleading as your tone when you reach out for her hands. âI never meant to hurt, much less to use you.â You assure her honestly, and the brunette tries not to be so distracted by the soft caress your thumbs offer the back of her hands. âI shouldâve been honest about my situation and about what I want.â
âAnd what do you want?â The younger girl asks, her tone so low youâre sure you only heard her due to your closeness. âYou.â You donât think twice before you answer, appreciating the way she holds her breath. Her pupils are blown and they fall to your lips that same second, but you fight the urge to kiss her to keep talking. âAnd I know Iâm married and Iâm your professor, the situation couldnât be any worse. But that doesn't make me want you any less.â
âI want you too.â The brunette confesses back, a short smirk at the corner of her lips at the low gasp you let out. âI-I don't care about these things. I know I should, but⊠I just want you, in whatever way you can be mine.â She finds herself saying, surprising not only you but herself at the sudden utterance.Â
âAre you sure about this?â You ask, your eyebrows frowning in a way that displays all your uncertainty. But Wandaâs smile only grows, nodding her head in an almost silly way as the words make more and more sense to herself. âYes.â She answers verbally not long after, her eyes coming back to your own in an attempt to reassure you further. âYes, Iâm sure.â
âIâm gonna kiss you now, then.â Youâre smiling as you let her know, a smile that only grows as she lets out a silly little laugh, nodding her head again as she agrees, âokay.â
You take no time in leaning in, and the brunette takes even less to meet you halfway, your lips touching for the first time after so long. The muscles of your bodies relax in untold synchrony, your mouths finding a perfect rhythm as easily as the first time they did so, all those months ago.Â
Her hands find the sides of your face at the same moment that yours take a hold of her waist, pulling her closer to your own body. The sigh she lets out makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on end, but before you can deepen the kiss, she is pulling away to say, "God, I missed you so much."
"I missed you too." You confess equally breathlessly, your lips brushing together as you speak. "There hasn't been a moment in these last months that I haven't been thinking about you." The brunette's contented giggle is all you get in response before she leans forward again, kissing you harder than before.Â
The fabric of her dress slides up as you caress her sides, and you instantly remember the scene from earlier, pulling away once again and chuckling softly at the small whimper of protest she lets out. âYou look beautiful in this dress by the way.â You praise, letting your gaze descend on her figure as you admire her briefly.
âYouâll like me better without it.â Wandaâs words are rushed against your mouth, and she gives you no room to speak as she kisses you again, her hands firmly in your hair to prevent you from escaping her again. To her delight, you had no intention of doing so, kissing her harder instead.Â
As her tongue dances around yours, you push her gently yet hurriedly, walking a few steps with her until her hips hit the hard wood of your desk. Wanda doesnât hesitate when they do so, sitting atop the piece of furniture and wrapping her legs around your middle, pressing your body against hers further. One of her hands untangles from your locks only to tug at your tie, and you lose all your sanity at once, groaning against her lips as your hand invades her dress without warning.Â
The brunette breaks the kiss with a loud gasp as she feels your fingers push the fabric of her panties aside, and lets out a sinful moan when you stick two of them into her at once, your digits sliding with ease through her arousal. You are quick to kiss her again, swallowing her moans as they escape her throat. But the wet sounds of your hand fucking her so hard echo around you, making your own core burn.Â
As her orgasm approaches, Wanda leads her hands to your shoulders, her nails digging into your skin through the fabric, her mouth failing to keep the rhythm on yours. So you move your own to her jaw and neck, biting and sucking on her skin just enough so it wouldnât leave a mark.Â
The brunette, on the other hand, focuses all her strength on being quiet, her eyes screwed shut and her lower lip trapped between her teeth to prevent any of her moans and whimpers from coming out. But itâs all in vain once you press your thumb on her clit, and Wanda has to bury her face on your shoulder, biting your skin to muffle the sounds sheâs unable to keep to herself.Â
You only stop when her trembling hand rests over your wrist, and you smile to yourself at the mess you made out of her so quickly, missing her warmth the same instant you pull your fingers out of her. The brunette sighs at the lack, her walls clenching around nothing as she tries to recover from her climax. You kiss her sweaty forehead as you wait, smoothing the skin of her thighs with your hands, unaware of the way the touch makes her tremble.Â
Not after long, Wanda lifts her face from your shoulder, and her smile is the last thing you see before she kisses passionately. You barely have the time to reciprocate it before her fingers find your belt, and your grip on her thighs immediately intensifies in anticipation. But before she can go any further, her phone is ringing.Â
"Shit." She grumbles as she pulls away, hastily engaging in finding the device inside her bag. "H-hi, Pietro!" She greets as soon as she finds the cell phone, an excited and surprisingly innocent tone. You, on the other hand, blink a few times, trying to keep up with the sudden change of events, your hands still on her legs under her dress as you try to catch your breath.Â
"No! No, I'm coming, I just..." You watch as the brunette talks to the person you don't know, your chest tightening a little in anticipation for the longing you know you will be left with after she's gone. "I had an inconvenience to sort out." She finishes her own sentence finally, and when you raise a single eyebrow, she rolls her eyes with a smile. "But I'm done, I'm on my way... Okay, bye."
"An inconvenience?" You ask teasingly as she hangs up, taking a few steps back so she can stand up. The question earns you a brief chuckle from the brunette as she gets to her feet again. "Sorry, would you rather I told my brother I was busy fucking my Professor?" You laugh back at her joke, grimacing a response that makes a smile grow on her face before it fades away. "I have to go now."
"Five more minutes." You mumble as you pull her close again, your arms secure around her waist. "I can't." Wanda says amidst a giggle, even though she makes not the slightest effort to disengage from your embrace. "I have to pick my brother up at the airport." She tells you, laughing some more when you grimace in displeasure.Â
"I'll return the favor, I promise." The brunette promises, her hands over your chest and a suggestive tone that matches her smirk perfectly. "Hmm, it's the second time you say that but who's counting?" You tease with an easy smile, biting back a laugh when she narrows her eyes in your direction. "I will return all of them, okay." She lightly slaps your shoulder to display her own displeasure, taking advantage of the action to wrap her arms around your neck. You let out a low chuckle, murmuring in understanding before rubbing your nose against hers affectionately. Â
"But now I gotta go." Wanda comments against her own will, her stomach doing somersaults at the display of affection. But she doesn't comment on it, and you sigh in surrender. "Okay." Your arms leave her middle to give way to your fingers intertwining with hers as you guide her toward the door.
"Oh, wait!" The brunette snaps the fingers of her free hand as if remembering something before you reach the office exit, earning her a curious look from you in response. "Is there really something wrong with my essay or was that just an excuse?" she asks worriedly, and you can't help but giggle before assuring her, "I haven't read it yet actually."Â
Wanda murmurs in understanding, but it doesn't take long for a smirk to grow at the corner of her mouth, looking at you mischievously. "I'm hoping you'll be nice while grading it, professor." She comments suggestively, tracing her fingertips lightly down your collarbone. You swallow dryly, pushing away the effect she has on you to smile teasingly back. "Are you using me for good grades, Miss Maximoff?"
"It's more of a bonus, really." She retorts with a shrug, and you let out an amused laugh with a slight roll of the eyes that makes her smile. "Well, I'll have you know there will be no favoritism." You retort with a playful tone of reprimand, but Wanda doesn't back down, raising an eyebrow at you instead.Â
"Is that so?" She steps forward to ask, her breath brushing your skin along with her nose on yours. "But I thought I was your favorite." She comments with a pout, giving you puppy dog eyes that you have no trouble realizing would make her get you to do anything for her.Â
"You are, but we can't let other people know that, can we?" You retort with amusement, tilting your head to the side and adjusting your posture so as to put a little more distance between the two of you. Although she tries to disguise it, you can tell by her expression that she's annoyed that her teasing hasn't worked, and you have to hold back a giggle as you admire the scene.Â
"Besides, it's not like you need it anyways, you're already my best student." You praise wholeheartedly, earning a contented smile and rosy cheeks in return. The adorable sight makes it impossible for you to hold back any longer, and you soon lean forward, capturing her lips in a soft kiss. The brunette giggles as she reciprocates it, but before she can even bring her hands to the sides of your face, you are pulling away.Â
"You should go now." You comment, and the brunette's eyes widen slightly as she remembers that her brother was waiting for her at the airport on the other side of town. "I should." She agrees with a nod of her head, but soon her countenance softens, looking at you with sparkling eyes and an easy smile. "Bye, Y/n."
"Bye, Wanda." You say goodbye in the same tone, a smile on your face matching hers perfectly and that only grows when she pecks your lips goodbye. You finally open the door for her then, and the brunette casts you one last look before walking out of your office. You watch her walk away until she is out of your field of vision before returning to work at your desk. And for the rest of the evening, you have a silly smile on your face.
Part 3
638 notes
·
View notes
Note
Soooooo. Been thinking about Din deciding to bring a Jedi to Grogu instead of giving him back to his kind now that he's attached and managing to catch himself one in rhe person of Luke with a shit tone of help from various persons. Now the tricky part os to keep him there.
Oooh, this could be dark or just himbo-Din at work. I love them both. It can also read of him seeing Luke and going, "ah, you're coming home with me." and just yoinking him away.
But Din would need a homestead/base. So, like if everything was mixed around a bit and he now has his home (though still, very fond of Mand'alor Din) and just goes "perfect environment to enrich a Jedi." And then goes on the hunt to bring one back.
Luke is the perfect one cause he isn't as intimidating as Ahsoka and is very, very pretty to look at in Din's demi/gay eyes. He's just nabbed and taken back to his new home and presented his new student/son.
Luke just, "I had my own place for a school?"
Din setting him down in front of Grogu, "This is my property and i already have the kitchen set up. Dinner will be ready in an hour. You two get to know each other." Helmet kisses them both and just goes about doing his own thing.
Luke, looking at Grogu, "WTF is up with your dad???"
"A lot. So, when can I call you papa?"
214 notes
·
View notes
Note
The only IDW Iâve read is MTMTE/LL, and I want to read more, specifically about Optimus. I only know him from Prime, and there, heâs the Superman-like hero, can do no harm kind of guy; I was hoping to see a different take on him. Where do I start for comics that focus on him?
Hello! So glad to have this question! I looove IDW1 Optimus and it's my interest to spread that, lol. When it comes to IDW1 Optimus, many writers have different takes on him, but John Barber is really the one that defines the character, or at least it is if you're interested in OP because of my blog. So the short answer is to read the exRID and Optimus Prime ongoings.
That being said, MTMTE is a far more self-contained story than the rest of the entries in the continuity. Barber's stuff not only gets a lot of crossovers and side stories, but Barber is known for being continuity-obsessed (same), and his Optimus is very much written as a reconciliation of all the interpretations of the character in the comics, taking even the negative implications others ignored and dealing with them face-on. The reading is definitively enriched by context.... but also I'm not gonna ask you to read all of IDW1 because a lot of those comics are... boring at best tbh, and I understand reading comics just for lore is not everyone's idea of a good time, haha.
So I prepared for you a Optimus-focused reading order for IDW1 with little explanations for each entry. Because Optimus is such an important character, his path crosses with many plotlines, so I tried to make it so you would be able to get a full, mostly-coherent story, while also keeping the focus on him. Just keep the following in mind: I am biased. This skips most, if not all, of phase 1 (comics published from 2005 to 2011) because I personally judged it not worth it in an attempt to lower the number of comics (so many). This also skips all the series and crossovers where Optimus doesn't feature prominently (so none of the Windblade series or things like Revolutionaries) so you will lack context for some stuff but I think you should be able to pull through. Finally, there will be issues of exrid/OP where Optimus doesn't show up, but it's all part of the storyline, and also Barber writes about Optimus not only as a person but as an ideal, his influence speaks even in his abscence.
Stormbringer by Simon Furman
An ancient evil awakes, Optimus deals with it while remembering the events that led to Cybertron dying. Nothing to write home about, you can skip it, but it's a quick read and it will give you a taste of how Furman writes Optimus (I'm skipping everything else by Furman btw), which was a heavy influence on JRo (from Marvel) and Barber. You can skip it if you want.
The Transformers (2009 ongoing) by Mike Costa
This is a big jump, so for context: previously the Decepticons did a full scale invasion of Earth as well as almost wiping out the Autobots thanks to intel from a traitor. Eventually the Autobots managed to come on top and defeat the Decepticons. Now the Autobots are stranded on Earth, humans have a terrible opinion of Cybertronians and Optimus wants to make reparations. This series presents a lot of interesting stuff that Barber will expand on. Unfortunately, Costa was (by his own admission) not invested in writing Transformers and it shows, particulary, he doesn't understand Optimus' appeal enough to make something interesting with it, but it was still an influence on Barber. There is some good stuff, but I'm afraid to bore you before getting to the actual good stuff. So you can skip it or come back to read it later.
Chaos Theory by James Roberts
These are issues #22 and #23 from the Costa ongoing, in case you decide to skip it. This is the one thing in phase 1 that you must read. We get a more complex take on Optimus, a look into his relationship with Megatron and their past. It introduces JRo's not-at-all controversial idea of making Orion Pax a cop (if only there was a writer that would later deal with the implications of that).
Autocracy by Chris Metzen & Flint Dille
A radically different take on Orion from JRo, this series is set in the past and shows us a bitter Orion who sees no good sides anywhere in the events that lead to the fall of Zeta Prime. Look, I like this in retrospective, but I don't think it's good on its own, feels very edgy for edge's sake (I have a lot to say about this, actually). Still a dear friend likes it so maybe you will. Either way, Barber will later write an arc that feels like a direct response to this that's one of my favorite parts of OP's character so it's worth a read at some point.
The Death of Optimus Prime by James Robers & John Barber
A single issue that serves as a prologue for the sister ongoings. after using the matrix to save the day at the end of Costa's ongoing, Optimus awakens to a rejuvenated Cybertron. The neutrals come back home and Optimus wonders about his place in peacetime.
Robots in Disguise #1-9 by John Barber Robots in Disguise annual
We see how Bumblebee and co. try to deal with an unstable peace on Cybertron. OP only shows up in issue 6, but since you will eventually have to read all of exRID, may as well read the beginning. Also Arcee shows up, and she will be as important for the themes as Optimus himself, so again, might as well.
More Than Meets the Eye #9-11 by James Roberts More than Meets the Eye #36 Spotlight: Orion Pax
It will do good to revisit Mtmte's Shadowplay arc as we see more of Orion's backstory and his relationship with Senator Shockwave. It may be a long jump, but since we're not focused on Mtmte itself, might as well complete JRo's stuff and read issue #36, where Team Rodimus travels back in time, in that issue we see what Orion is doing after angering Sentinel with no Senator to protect him, now under the guide of Zeta. All of this important for OP's character and for Cybertron's political backstory. Then in Spotlight: Orion Pax, we see Orion working under Zeta-now-Prime and his perspective on current issues.
Monstrosity and Primacy by Chris Metzen & Flint Dille
Following Autocracy, these two series shows us Optimus struggling with his newly-adquired Primacy. Suffer from a lot of the same issues as Autocracy, but in my opinion they're less pointlessly edgy. They don't have as much relevance, however, so you can skip them if it feels like too much.
Robots in Disguise #10-22 by Jonh Barber
We're back to the main series. Again, Orion only shows up in issues #10 and #19, but the same as above applies. Also this will lead up to...
Dark Cybertron by John Barber and James Roberts
A crossover event between the two ongoings, which honestly fits much more better on exRID than it does on Mtmte. It consists of 12 issues, of which #1 and #12 were published on their own, and the rest were published as More than Meets the Eye and Robots in Disguise alternatively, but you can find it all compiled in one volume. Orion has some important moments here, including retaking the name Optimus Prime (but was that really such a good idea?).
Robots in Disguise #28-34 by John Barber
After Dark Cybertron, Barber leaves most of the stuff on Cybertron to Mairghread Scott and takes us back to Earth. Optimus is now at the center on this series and will remain there. Here we start to see his struggles in trying to maintain peace, which will only get more complicated.
The Transformers #35-#38 (2014 ongoing, exRID) by John Barder
This is the same series as Robots in Disguise, expect they reduced the name to just The Transformers to avoid confusion with the comics for the Robots in Disguise 2015 cartoon. That's why we refer to the whole thing as exRID.
Punishment by John Barber
A miniseries where Optimus returns to Cybertron and tries to track down a Decepticon serial killer. Here Barber lays down some themes he will keep revisiting fot the rest of his work. Optimus faces some questions and we see how his self doubt is really taking a toll on him.
This is the first part of the Redemption of the Dinobots trilogy, followed by Redemption and Salvation set later in the continuity. Those two don't feature Optimus and so aren't on this list. However I want to say that they showcase the best of Barber's work when not restrained by editorial mandates, so I do recommend them.
Combiner Wars by John Barber & Mairghread Scott
A crossover similar to Dark Cybertron published across two series, this time between exRID and Windblade. Strascream schemes so Camminus will be indebted to him, Windblade and Optimus use OP's Prime clout to try to diminish his influence (this will surely not become an habit for OP). As questionable as that is, Prowl thinks is not enough and takes matters into his own hands. I think it does a good enough job depiste all the To Sell Toys mandates and either way, it will influence what's to come and we get to see the reason for Prowl and OP falling out
The Transformers #42-#55 (exRID) by John Barber
We continue with the Earth plot. Optimus keeps struggling with peace and makes more questionable decisions. Should he leave Earth alone or is he obligated to protect it? How do you protect that which doesn't want yout help?
Titans Return
A sort of crossover, it opens with a one-shot which is followed by exRID #56-57, and then Mtmte #56-57. For our purposes, you don't have to read the MTMTE chapters, but if you did while on your own MTMTE read you may want to revisit them now with context.
Revolution by John Barber and Cullen Bunn (+others)
Okay, this is where we start with the Hasbroverse crossovers. A six issue series (from 0 to 5) backed up by one shots from every individual series featured. This isn't impossible to follow, but it does drag because it features a buch of characters and plotlines a Transformers-only reader won't care about and the writing isn't great. It does feature some "WTF, Optimus" moments (as in, on purpose), Optimus learns humans are not so defenseless and it is kinda relevant, so you may still want to read it. If you do, make sure to also read the Till All Are One: Revolution one shot (and might as well add the The Transformers one because Thundercraker is in it and he's great, and again, the Mtmte one so you can read it with context this time).
Optimus Prime #1-8 by John Barber
We start phase 3 with an arc that's a favorite of mine. Optimus plays with fire to get Earth to join the Council of Worls for its own good. We also get flashbacks of Orion working under Zeta pre Autocracy and pre Spotlight. Barber recontextualizes Autocracy!Orion, deals with the cop thing in ways JRo didn't dare and explores why me made the choices he did without trying to wash his hands.
Transformers Annual 2017 by John Barber
I don't know why this isn't labeled as an Optimus Prime annual, but whatever, it takes place after issue #8. Optimus and Pyra Magna have talk.
Optimus Prime #9-10 by John Barber
We get what I think is one of the most touching issues followed by learning more about the history of Cybertron.
First Strike by Mairghread Scott and David A. Rodriguez (+others)
More crossover fun! I honestly can't tell you how easy this is to follow without having read Revolutionaries (not featured on this guide). Again it's kinda relevant, some of this is a consequence of Optimus actions, leads to Unicron being awoken, and it does have some key Optimus moments, this time by Scott rather than Barber, if you want to see what she does with him. It has the tie-in comics, Optimus Prime: First Strike and Transformers: First Strike by John Barber (the laters follow the former, despite having different names) which don't feature OP a lot.
Optimus Prime #11-14 by John Barber
We see what Optimus' followers get up to while OP is busy in First Strike and then what follows after that event.
Optimus Prime annual by John Barber
Thundercraker tries to make a movie about Starscream (who is in jail after confessing to all his crimes in the Till All Are One annual), it's great.
Optimus Prime #15-21 by John Barber
Barber starts to pay off things he has been building up since exRID as Unicron approaches.
This is the recommended order for what remains (all by Jonh Barber)
Unicron #0 Optimus Prime #22 Unicron #1-4 Optimus Prime #23-24 Unicron #5-#6 and finally Optimus Prime #25
Unicron is here to make Cybertronians face their legacy. Optimus arc comes to an end. OP #25 is my favorite comic issue. I hope you manage to get there, and if you do, let me know what you think!
I hope this was helpful. If you get confused by lacking context, it may help to check the continuity notes section of whatever issue you just read in TFWiki's page for it. And as always, feel free to as me more questions!
152 notes
·
View notes
Text
â a night like a fairy tale | Izuku Midoriya
⥠⥠⥠⥠⥠⥠⥠⥠⥠⥠⥠⥠⥠⥠⥠⥠⥠âĄ

âĄ.àłàż FORMAT: one-shot | fluff
âĄ.àłàż PAIRING: Izuku x Reader
âĄ.àłàż WORDCOUNT: 1k+
SUMMARY: Reality hit you like a lawnmower, overwhelming you with the stress of filling out and signing multiple papers. With no sense of time, you caused restlessness in Izuku who was eagerly waiting for you in the room. It's only a matter of time before he refuses to let you spend even a minute on those papers, pulling you back into the fantasy world where you feel most at ease and comfortable with him.
.
.
âĄ.àłàż
"love, I won't say it again."
Your ears listened to the sweet threats echoing from the bedroom, not even bothering to raise your head at such a tone as you had your own little moment, scribbling on the work papers you were still working on late into the night.
But still, it managed to distract you a little from the constant staring into space, now letting go of everything to take a sip of hot coffee.
"Yeah, yeah..one second and I'm done for sure." you smiled, those dark circles under the numb eyes of yours that shone above the lamp gave off a look ten times worse than the gremlin itself, constantly feeding on your weariness.
This is what happens when you don't know what peace actually is in life. Worry about this, stress about that, no rest, no sleep. Just work until you completely fall apart, isn't that the easiest way around?
Enriching your lungs with life of a very deep sigh, you decided to choose the side of suffering for a bit longer before finally throwing yourself in bed. You shouldn't have been thinking about anything at all, because just the thought of flying to bed made you sleepier than you already were, you needed to go back to work.
And just as your hand was to position the pen in a tight grip once again, it found itself in the trap of another, now slightly rougher hand, leaving the pen untouched.
âJust one second, huh? I don't buy that. I doubt you even know what time it is.â
Your dearest shadow could now be very noticeable from all corners of the room, appearing right behind your now embraced, yet so drowsy body which, to your surpise, still kept its balance on the chair.
"So? What time is it, baby?"
"I believe it's past midnight, but let me finish this, Izuku. I'm almost doâ"
âOne more second, almost done, almost done..â he mocked.
â..right, but I personally think you could draw yourself in bed for that one second, doesn't that sound any better?" Izuku was now smiling so innocently, yet giving you those cheeky little glances here and there with his hands now roaming freely all over you, just like being in the jungle having coffee with a mamba.
Just the thought of it dragged you into a fantasy that you rarely had time to dream about; just you and Izuku, your sleeping soul among his, tenderest, flowing from stream to stream at his touch, so smooth yet so rough. And even the smallest kiss was enough to throw you back to reality in front of a table of more than a hundred papers instead of that jungle coffee, causing your heart to rot once again.
"Silly, I guarantee that you will literally fall asleep right there on the table if I go to the room without you now.â
"Like I said Izuku, I only have a li-"
"Jajajaâ! No way I'm listening! You're coming with me by force!â
You knew you were giving up as soon as you felt those gentle hands reaching behind your knees faster than thunder itself, collecting you as if you were the prize of the world.
âI'll wake you up in the morning so you'll have time to sleep, go back to your senses and be ready for a new day and new challenges! I consider these papers the lowest level so ,â kissing your golden eyebrows that were still frowning at him for no reason, you caught them in the act as they slowly yielded, loving the attention they were getting at this very moment.
ââDon't waste your energy on those things when it's time to be next to me and snore your heart out under that blanket!â
From sudden giggles he successfully triggered in you, you buried your head deep into his chest trying to catch your breath, but to no avail. But soon, your pouting role quickly returned, babbling something muffled in his chest. Now that you had all his loving attention towards you, you decided to pull all those words back into silence. It was even a good thing your head wasn't sticking out yet, otherwise Izuku would be met with a bright red radish like in the middle of a field in the hot sun.
"I can't hear you like that if you have your head buried in me like an ostrich. Something wrong?â
âNo..â That slippery tone of yours sounded more like you were asking yourself that than adding an answer to it.
âHm. Y'sure?â
âNo..â
"No? Did I do something?"
You slowly turned your head upwards, then downwards, nodding dramatically.
"So..wanna tell me?"
He certainly saw all that as something very sweet about you. You generally frowned like that, even when there was no reason for war, but still, he loved it when it came to that.
And in the other hand, you melted there like pudding in his arms, hesitating a bit then stretching those words out on the tip of your tongue until they decided to come out on their own.
"You didn't kiss my lips."
"What? You need to be louder, love." he teased you whilst walking slowly into the bedroom with you glued to him.
"Stop joking, donât wanna repeat myself."
"Then I really don't know what you want, sorry." and there it was again, that mischievous laugh of that same angel who was wooing you just a few minutes ago. You never liked this torture in such a way. But of course, you softened even more in the blush of your own hidden face.
âOkay, okay, m'sorry sweetheart. We're not messing around anymore, I understand. Want a kiss, though?â
Your mind didn't even think to turn to his side of the bed. You sighed hatefully just enough that he could clearly see that he had gone too far with his little humorous remarks.
But Izuku, of course, didn't mind in the slightest. In fact, he loved when he got the chance to see you all as mad as a lynx, putting funny things together like puzzles. The lynx is a very dangerous animal, but after all it is a cat that likes to be cuddled too. At that, he crawled like a worm closer to your angry figure, noticing how you didn't even move to stop his hands that were already glued to you, caressing your neck lightly.
"Your highness, I fear that I may have committed a grave sin. Will you ever find it in your heart to forgive me?"
"Shut up for once."
"I will, my dearest lady, if you tell me how I can make it up to you?"
You leaned towards him, half turning to shot a serious look at now oh-so-comical Izuku.
"I shall never forgive you, you filthy bandit."
He gasped, dramatically.
"And not even for those kisses you've been searching for all this wonderful time, my lady?"
Reminding you of that, you suddenly snuggled into the blankets, ready to go to sleep and even without saying "good night",
"Oh no, not on my watch! If you won't go by grace, we're going by force!"
..but how can such a thing happen?- of course you won't be able to frown with those furrowed brows for long, now laughing under the warm blankets with the "bandit" so fabulously kissing every point on your nose and face, neck and shoulder, taking you under the clouds where there was absolutely no desk and papers at all,
but only you and him, and the clock that had read half past three in the morning.
.
.
âĄ.àłàż

#deku x reader#izuku midoriya x reader#izuku x reader#bnha#midoriya izuku#fantasy#nightlikeafairytale
195 notes
·
View notes
Text
HAPPY 4/13!!
To throw some enrichment into everyone's enclosure, and balance into this blog, I'm going to advertise my absolute all-time favorite MSPFA: you're someone!
It's a fascinating tale following a nameless protagonist- a person just born from light, with little to no understanding of the world around him. The story is paced with extreme, well-earned confidence, with the complexity of the art, narration, and dialogue increasing relative to how much the main character knows about himself and the universe.
The characters, though simple in design, are the most compelling I've seen in a fanventure so far, period. The story in general has absolutely zero connection to pre-existing MSPAs- meaning it's not a Homestuck fanstory, for any of those who may be tired of that sort of thing. Of all the MSPFAs I've read, this one feels the most like a legitimate MSPA. It's a true successor to the medium. It has direction, it knows what it is and what it's doing, and it knows exactly how to take things slow without it seeming like a slog.
I could not recommend it enough. In my eyes, it deserves worlds of praise!! It hasn't left me ever since I first read it. It kept me hooked for every page, and it doesn't fall victim to the eight deadly words ("I don't care what happens to these people,") for even a single second!! I'm giving it a solid 10/10!!
Read you're someone now! You won't regret it!!
#you're someone#mspa#mspadventures#ms paint adventures#mspfa#mspfanventures#ms paint fan adventures#homestuck#homestuck fandom#homestuck fanventure#fanventure#fan adventure#413#happy 413#ys.pdf#nekro.pdf#nekro.txt
136 notes
·
View notes
Note
How do you think the different Riddlers would react to being somehow kidnapped by an obsessive fan............. I'm not projecting I promise the boys just belong in the basement
Kidnapped Riddlers
Riddler Headcanons *cough cough* this isn't projecting on my part either...no one would kidnap anyone on this blog, not even silly little villains who might kind of deserve to be locked up for a little while NOT AT ALL đ request info âą prompt list âą send me a request âą kofi minors DNI!! đ cw for nsfw stuff: mostly fluff i think, but you know me

dano
this is absolutely not the way this was supposed to go
he's convinced you're working with the batman until you admit your crush
honestly, he's flattered that you watched all of his streams
and concerned that the conclusion you came to was "love"
but he'll take it, adoration from a fan is a sign that he's definitely on his way to making something of himself
but to be honest he's lost all motivation for eradicating corruption
he's quite happy to sit here blushing while you praise him
capullo
ooooh, this is kinda kinky, having him tied up like this
and the gag in his mouth? nice touch
but maybe you shouldn't have taken it out because now he won't shut up or stop complaining
like if you wanted him this bad you could have just asked
he would have come (heh) willingly
and if you're taking notes, next time he'd prefer that you were the one tied up
but hey he'll roll with the punches this time
telltale
you have exactly five minutes to explain, apologise, untie him, and scold yourself before he bonks you hard on the head with his-
ah...his cane is over there, out of reach
you're smarter than you look
which wouldn't be hard because the kind of person who would try to kidnap him is not a smart one
well, yes technically you did kidnap him
but it's only successful if he doesn't escape
and trust him, he will
you won't be hard to outsmart or outlast
young justice
bless his soul but his one defence mechanism is being so annoying that you immediately need to get rid of him
after maybe the 300th riddle it's likely you'll let him go
or smother him (with kisses???)
but he's so cute, you couldn't strangle a lil puppy like him
but you could duct tape his mouth shut, making sure not to damage his pretty sideburns
oh and now he's started humming an annoying tune
you should have known he wouldn't make it easy
arkham
you will rue the day you thought you could trap edward nigma
yes, someone like you couldn't keep a goldfish safe and secure let alone a genius like him
it's only a matter of time before he figures out the combination to these locks
and manages to get out of the copious restraints
and then figures out the password to the door
at least you've added some enrichment to his new habitat
but he won't be here long! you better enjoy him while you have him!
hope you soundproofed this room because he will keep complaining until he's free...
twojar
the ropes you've used to restrain him aren't as soft or sturdy as the kind he's used to but they'll do
interesting to note that you removed his shirt
see something you like?
oh he absolutely will try and flirt his way out of this
and there's a high chance he'll be successful
especially when he could provide so much more benefit to you with his hands free
just untie him a little bit and he can give you a taste
gotham
an infuriating subject for kidnapping
god only knows when or why he became so adept at lock picking
and where does he keep producing these pins from?
it's just lucky that he's a bit lanky and feels the need to stop for a dramatic goodbye every time he gets loose
which inevitably leads to him being captured again
you would think he would learn his lesson
but that's the definition of madness i suppose
unburied
understandable why you would want to kidnap him
but hopefully you knew what you were letting yourself in for
because he's not going to be easy to look after
he's used to being captive, and at least here he has a tv to watch
so he's not in any rush to return to arkham
but get ready to wait on him hand and foot
you were labouring under the misconception that this was a kidnapping when in fact
you seem to be catering for him as though it were a five star all-inclusive resort
and also you buttered his toast wrong again
#q#finnie writes#riddler#the riddler#riddler smut#fanfic#the riddler fanfic#riddler fanfic#riddler x reader#riddler x you#riddler headcanon#ridler scenario#gotham riddler#arkham riddler#young justice riddler#dano riddler#zero year riddler#batman unburied riddler#bu riddler#telltale riddler#twojar riddler
166 notes
·
View notes
Text
happy birthday, zeus !! (may 24)
in honour of ten years of zeus birthdays (and 11 years of writing him), i wanted to do a little something to celebrate all my amazing roleplay partners and talk about how important y'all have been in either a) influencing my writing, b) influencing my portrayal, or c) being a reason i want to come here and write ten years later.
as many of you know (or are about to learn), zeus has been the actual love of my life for over a decade now. he was one of the first characters i ever roleplayed, and i have stuck with him pretty consistently this whole time. i could wax poetic forever about how much he means to me, and how important writing him has been in my life, but i'll spare you all a glimpse into my crazy. just know, zeus means the world to me. and if he has gone through growth in all the time we've worked together, then so have i. i was an extremely nerdy, extremely obsessive little teenager in her basement bedroom with big dreams and now i'm married, working the job i have always wanted, with a beautiful dog and big plans. it feels kinda crazy that i get to share so much of that with all of you.
and so many of you amazing people have been apart of that journey or have just joined and are giving me reasons to keep writing!
it wouldn't be right if i didn't start off with @ichoric. accepting me into your little roleplay group almost 11 years ago literally changed the trajectory of my life. you are literally one of my best friends in the entire world - we have seen each other grow through so much, have been there for each other through good shit and the bad. not only have you seriously influenced me as a writer through all of our shenanigans (drowning hazel, titans 2, scary ares, the time we sat next to each other on my couch and roleplayed the entire aphrares wedding for hours), but you have genuinely influenced me as a person. forget how much i love your portrayals, and the depth and creativity you pour into them, so much life and love and intensity that is a delight to behold - but so much of becoming who i am now has been with you at my side and i love you so much i'm lowkey crying as i type this. thank you for 10 + great years and i can't wait for more!
@kissofthemuses amber, i think getting to write zeus / hera with you permanently altered my brain chemistry. its crazy to think about just how long we've actually known each other -- but getting to see everything you get up to, all your cosplaying and adventures, has been a gift <3 not only do i feel like i have become a more mature individual thanks to being taken under your wing a little, but i also feel as though my zeus has fundamentally changed because of your portrayal and that's so powerful.
@pistolslinger nat maybe i'm just an emotional goober but you have always been such a beacon of light on my dash, long before you went off and became a crow. writing with you has always been so wonderful and enriching and i just know i can count on your for a laugh or heartbreak or general tomfoolery. never mind that you're so kind and open to everyone you seem to come across, but you're also really talented??? in so many ways???? i still think about our jason n zeus superhero au sometimes. incredible, thank you <3
@stygicniron talk about an og!!! hilary, we have been writing together for so long and every interaction is an absolute gem. you and i have been in the trenches of this fandom and somehow come out the other side relatively unscathed and i know part of that is how kind and wonderful and creative you are, but also because of how talented and solid your portrayal of nico is. i have seen few people have as good of a grasp on a character as you and its always an absolute joy to get to write anything with you. thank you for coming on this journey with me!!
@littleblackqrow khristle, you have been such a constant in my online life for years its genuinely difficult to remember a time before we followed each other and wrote together. the fact that i get to write with you despite fandom changes (because you have impeccable taste) is really so awesome and i've just really loved getting to write with you, talk with you ooc, and just experience being your rp partner for so long. between apollo, qrow, and grif, we've written so many heartwrenching and hilarious things, and i'm just super grateful you've been here !
@rheaeaseandflow marie i think you are one of the people i have been writing with the longest and don't think that goes unnoticed! your rhea is incredible and has honestly helped me to form so many important headcanons and opinions about my own characters that i think is so significant. you have always been this kind, warm, welcoming presence who i always look forward to writing with, and when i think about the "early days" of zeus i often think of you!
@singofus apis i literally cannot imagine this little corner of the rp world without you. i think greek myth and you are one of the first people who comes to mind. i remember when you and i both wrote significantly less muses on different blogs, but now we're here with our hoard, and our beautiful little headcanons we're still getting to develop, and its genuinely made my time here so much more enjoyable! you're so creative and thoughtful and you have seriously influenced so many of my portrayals i wouldn't even know where to start. here's to a lot more writing, and a lot more time well spent!
@asoulunbound krys!!! greek myth without you is like a pb&j without the pb. you occupy such an important space in this community and also just. in my world and i genuinely appreciate how much thought you put into your muses and the generosity you show to others. not to mention, the fact that you and i engage in very similar niche communities makes me feel so much more connected to you and i enjoy getting to write with you and see you on my dash so much !
@seekesotsibteadmist kyrian if there was an award for most supportive roleplayer ever it would be you. i feel so seen by you and you're so encouraging no matter what the circumstances are. i love getting to write with you (honestly, i could be better about it) because i can just feel the love and creativity you throw into S. i always enjoy getting an ask from you or seeing your ic posts and i am so grateful to have you in my little world, so thank you.
@seaprofound another day, another og !! gods sunny i feel like we have known each other for decades at this point - i think of this rpc, and i think about you and the constant beacon of sunshine (pun intended) you have always been. the absolute depth of your devotion to poseida is astounding and your love and care for the people around you is an example i think a lot of us could learn from. thank you for being so authentic and kind and creative and a part of my life for so long!!!
@stolenbythegods beth i know we don't write as much together these days but i will genuinely never forget you or ganymede or how much fun we have had writing together. you are so talented and sweet and i adore your ganymede with everything i have. your portrayal has altered the way i view not only zeus and gany's relationship, but also how i view zeus, and that's a really big achievement in my books. i miss you, and i'm so grateful for you!
@kallistcs unni aside from the level of sheer talent you possess and the care and detail you pour into your portrayals (which i appreciate so much my heart is FULL), you have also always been the one who swoops in and saves my day. i feel like i can always count on you to be the voice of reason to my emotionally driven, passionate rants about vague myth concepts with your frankly impressive knowledge of myth that i both admire and envy (fondly <3). i love having you around and i genuinely enjoy our threads so much i look forward to getting to write them every time i log on (even if i am Slow)
@saccharic MY SON !!! giuli. i'm not even going to talk about writing because you are talented and ily and i enjoy it but that's not what matters here. i remember when you were abt 14 and i have gotten the joy of watching you grow and become so so so successful and such a wonderful little lady and i could not be more of a proud dad. i feel like this is such a rare gift and i cherish it, i really do
this is a shoutout to others who have been a constant on my dash and who have contributed significantly to how much i enjoy being here. you're all wonderful, and talented, and i'm absolutely grateful to have you around <3
@appleyed @eriny3s @eileithyiia @anthcs @tragillary @ofprevioustimes @reastless @deadshe @luxcruor @thecs @withinycu
and to those of you who i haven't written with much yet, but who i genuinely look forward to writing more with! thank you for following me and letting me invade your space <3
@caeloservare @candlewick-corporation @aestasrosis @sunguns @hxntresses @unseenking @allbains @kuokuana @eiiskonigin @noirbeast
#posting this early because i have a busy day tomorrow and i'm worried i won't have time to finish it and post#save.#i just have a lot of feelings about this rpc and about roleplaying in general and#its been a long freaking time and i just want to celebrate all the wonderful people who have made my time here a treat
39 notes
·
View notes
Text
ugh one thing i dislike about under the oak tree is how riftan and maxi have like,,, no friends. like riftan is such a fucking asshole to his knights and has such a stick up his ass that i have to wonder why do these other knights follow him ??? his entire character trait is being a downright asshole to everyone but maxi and it gets tiring to read at some points bc to me, it really flattens the world.
because personally, even when i read a romance, i want the main leads to have an enriched life outside of their love interest! i always hoped to see a scene of riftan having some form of camaraderie w his knights and treating them with,,, at least a little bit of friendliness, perhaps ??? bc i want there to be a reason these knights are following riftan, other than just him being a good warrior. i know riftans general disposition is very reserved and rigid but good god how many times has he gone to war w these guys??? and yet he cant even return a modicum of the affection and respect ruth and the other knights give to him smfhhhh
and as for maxi. i have a less of a grudge w her bc of her backstory obviously but i wish the author couldve shown her finding some solace in friendship as part of her journey in healing. its beautiful that she comes to see riftan as a source of home and safety, but i also wanted to see her dynamic w ruth deepen, along with Agnes. *especially* Agnes, actually, i want Maxi to slowly but surely stop feeling insecure and threatened around her. the little nuggets of her interacting w them and the maids and other knights are so charming and heartwarming to see. I want to see Maxi LOVE the people in their house and form genuine connections with them beyond surface level.
I do think the author does a good job of that when it comes to maxi and the household staff but.. the most disappointing part and the entire reason of this post was how utterly disappointed I was with maxi going to Nornui for three years and not making any fucking FRIENDS. like BRUH. do you know how desperately i wanted to see Maxi in Nornui, thriving despite herself, socially thriving and loving magic even while she's missing riftan. Like I haven't read book 3 yet but that little sneak peak we got of the first few chapters where some of the other students treated her like shit and she only had surface level friendships with some other wizards was sO FRUSTRATING TO READDD. l
like you're telling me maxi left home for THREE YEARS and she spent that ENTIRE TIME missing riftan and keeping everyone at a distance ???? didn't she leave bc she felt suffocated by riftans obsession and she wanted to become more of her own person ??? what the hell was the point then if she made no real connections and just wasted it thinking about riftan lmfao. they'll just go back to where they started- two people who are obsessed w each other w no other companionship, except now maxi just knows how to throw magic rocks or whatever lmfao.
sigh. im being being a bit nitpicky but i just really really wanted to see maxi in nornui making really good friends and building up confidence and pride- and then i wanted her to come back to anatol and for her riftan to see her and see how she's more at ease, maybe even a little more charming, and more confident after spending time in the towers and gaining the admiration and respect of other wizards, and coming back w her own allies and supporters. people whose companionship she forged on her own instead of what was forced onto her (like her marriage). like if it had been up to me i wouldnt have even had any of the wizards at the tower be rude to maxi- i wanted her leave in the tower to be one where she found herself and who she was, beyond her marriage, beyond even her magic.
like even though maxi is shy and reserved i wanted to see her come out of her shell a little bit is that too much to ask? and i wouldve loved to see that kind of transformation in her and how riftan wouldve handled it. of course its not to say that maxi shouldve come back from nornui as an extremely confident outgoing girl with no fears, in fact i think having a significant change but then her returning to anatol and bringing up her old habits and characteristics against who she's become wouldve been so delicious to see , but alas, i dont think thats where the story goes at all.
#under the oak tree#riftan calypse#maximilian croix#maximilian calypse#riftan x maxi#utot#maxi calypse#webtoon#manta comics#ridibooks#manhwa
87 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hi, I'm a little bit shy. How would shadow Akira (or regular Akira if you think it'd be more fun) react to having a darling who's a notorious escape artist, but not because she wants to get away, but rather to have fun with her darling thief. A fun game of cat and mouse. After all, the thrill of the hunt comes from the chase, right? Even if you know one has the other's heart, it's still fun to chase.
You're not in your room.
Once, it might have scared Akira, or even made him angry.
Now it just makes him excited.
Basically, a cat and mouse game with Shadow Akira is the equivalent to enrichment with your pet.
Akira is meant to hunt, to solve puzzles, and you give him that.
You never make the same mistake twice, and you always surprise him.
121 notes
·
View notes
Text
emoji prompts
đ„șyou sleep with the stuffed animal I won you??
đ€ truly I am this close to kissing you or biting you and I haven't decided which
đ„ I would do anything to get you to bake me more bread, was that straight up mind control oh my god
đ„babe we cannot raise a dragon egg babe please we live in an apartmentÂ
đ§šstop asking me to do crimes with you I am falling in love too hardÂ
đokay I know the two of us are crazy stupid competive and are very close to getting kicked out for our bs but trying to beat you makes my blood pump like it never has before
đźI'm the celebrity guest on your cooking show trying not to show the whole world I can't make anything more complicated than grilled cheese but I'd do anything to make you keep laughing
đdid not actually expect to win the lottery with you and now we have to split the cash, but at least I can afford time off work now to run from your insane family that's after the money?Â
đyou're a single parent at this birthday party at my work and I cannot believe I have to keep up the shtick when I'd much rather be wooing youÂ
đ©°we are rivals and I hate your guts stop being so pretty and kind about me getting the lead or I'm gonna have a feeling about it
đandroids aren't supposed to have souls but we sure are falling in love like you have oneÂ
đyou are my favorite author and you haven't published anything for so long can I help you please please please
đmy life long dream of inspecting a murder mystery super might get me killed but like, worth it
đŹpenpals to lovers I'm willing it into existence I know you live so far away but I can't help falling ass over teakettle in love with you, I mean. you seal your letters and doodle and add washi tape how could I Not
đI broke into your car to impress you when you locked your keys in and now I have to construct an elaborate lie to explain myselfÂ
đthis mattress store is gonna kick us out. yep
đstop kissing me so right I have to assassinate you
đĄfour minutes after you, my sworn rival, tilted my chin up with your sword
đ»you keep asking if your practicing is bothering me but honestly I'm so swept away. play something for me. haha I mean freebird not a like, romantic song, that would be, wild
đ©your costume is stupid but just you wait until you see mine
đyou haven't been online in two days would it be insane for me to drive to your place and make sure you haven't like, died. because I am omw
đgood morning will you marry me
đevery little moment with you is a sweet adventure, even going to the grocery store, which I hate to bastard death
đ„§ I am so sad but this pie you brought me is helping a little. let me get two spoonsÂ
đam I the first person to wish you happy birthday today? it's so late :( I'm dropping everything rn let's celebrate you
đŠand don't get me started on jurassic Park as a concept if they had just had some ENRICHMENT, sorry, sorry, you don't need to listen to me go on. I know it's annoy- why are you looking at me like that
đŠso like. Magic is real huh. and you're magic? cool cool cool. I'm gonna be sooo normal about this just. just give me a sec
đœno you crashlanded your spaceship in my backyard I think I'm owed an explanation actuallyÂ
đ»I'm so sorry my cat keeps escaping to go to your place, Beans is just obsessed with you. haha and who could blame him, honestly
â€ïžâđ„may or may not be burning my exes things in the park and sobbing be cool maybe
#writing prompts#writing ideas#prompts#prompt list#rp prompts#rp ideas#creative writing#writing inspo#writing inspiration#otp prompts#roleplay prompts#prompt meme#writing prompt#story ideas#rp starters#romance prompts#writing#writeblr#story prompt#trope prompts#fic inspo#fic inspiration#fanfic inspo#fanfic inspiration#fanfiction prompts#fanfiction ideas
357 notes
·
View notes
Text
G-Loc | P. Mitchell
Summary: You're helping Maverick with an exercise and it doesnât go to plan.
Warnings: Going down in an aircraft.
A/N: Hey guys I'm back and so I hope you like this. I also am putting the fishing touches on my first ever request. I'll be posting that later this week once I think its perfect as always thank you.
-Honey Bee
__________________________________________
You sat on yours and Maverick's bed reading a book before bed. You set your book down the minute Maverick came in ready for bed as well.
He looked deep in thought as he laid looking up at the ceiling "what's on your mind" "Lot's of things" "anything I can help with?" You ask leaning on your elbow. "No, but I would like your help tomorrow in an exercise" you nod "ok and what is this exercise" "pulling G's" you nod. You hated pulling hard G's but for Maverick you'd do anything. You both fell asleep tomorrow on your minds.
**
The next day you both got to the base and walk into the classroom. "Good Morning, Many of you know Admiral Y/N "Y/CS" Mitchell they will be helping me today" You nod to the class before Maverick goes on. "We have 10 days until the uranium enrichment plant is stocked. The plant is at the base of two mountains. Your target is 3 meters tall and 3 Meters wide" Maverick starts. He explains the part before the steep climb thats when you really start to listen. You knew the plan of the mission but this was a good refresher. "You will have a steep climb up the second mountain and the g's are pulled so hard that 1600 pounds of force is imposing on your lungs"
"How many g's are we going to pull?"
"9 minimum" and Maverick smiled walking out you close behind.
Most of the time you had watched giving pointers but Maverick had you fly close behind a couple as if you were a fighter jet after them.
You were on your last round and Your body was starting to get tired you had pulled so many G's but this was the last one so you pulled through.
As you were going up your vision started to get blurry and you couldn't see you then feel something drip down your nose. You lift your hand up and pull it away seeing blood. "I-I-I think--" you say as it started going black.
It was super scary you could hear the voices yelling but it was faint you knew it was bad hear Maverick's panicking voice. You feel your vision coming back and you had just enough strength to pull the ejection handles as everything went black again.
You woke up to beeping and someone's hand in yours. You groan hearing the beeping speed up everything hurt. You open your eyes and hear snoring you look to your left seeing Maverick in the chair sound asleep. You snort at how dumb he looked. You look up seeing a nurse come in "oh good you're awake. You took quite a fall you have two bruise ribs, a concussion, and a fractured ankle." she says checking your vitals. You nod now knowing how serious this was.
You jump as Maverick shoots up out of his chair clearly having a nightmare. He looks to you and sees you awake. "Y/N thank god you're awake I thought I lost you" He says pulling you into a hug making you hiss in pain. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry" You give him a pained smile. "it's ok. i'm fine and I'm not going anywhere" Maverick smiles at that and gives you a kiss. "Y/N I'm sorry I should have known making you do that many G's at a time would do a toll" "Maverick Honey look it's not your fault I should have known. I should have said I wasn't feeling good enough for that last one what's done is done" "but--" "no but's Maverick I am higher rank than you so as your boss and your partner I want you to stop blaming yourself" He sighs but obeys.
The nurse leaves and says to call if you're in too much pain and she'll see what she can do. The rest of the night was spent cuddling and spending as much time together before falling asleep in each others arms.
A few days later you were released and made a speedy recovery.
#top gun maverick#maverick x reader#top gun#tom cruise#pete mitchell x y/n#pete maverick mitchell#maverick imagine#top gun x reader
178 notes
·
View notes
Text
For the prompt Damian meets Haley...
Dick pulled up to the Manor with Haley so she could meet the family. The front door opened while he was still getting her out of the car.
"Grayson, it's about time you got here. You're 4 minutes late, and...WHAT IS THAT?"
"Damian, meet Haley." Dick put her on the ground, and she immediately ran to Damian, who scooped her up in his arms. She began licking his face, and he was giggling.
"You brought me a puppy!"
"Well, no, she's..."
"I must introduce her to everyone!" Damian ran off with Dick's dog, as Dick sighed.
Worst case scenario, he thought, Haley would have a loving home with other animals and with someone who would probably take better care of her than he could. It wasn't like he couldn't visit her all the time here, and Damian already sent him pics and videos of his other animals nearly every day. With Dick's BPD job, plus his vigilante job, was it really fair for Haley to stay with Dick? She seemed pretty happy with him so far, even if she was alone quite a bit. Maybe he was just being selfish because he was lonely? Ugh!
Just then, Alfred and Bruce came to the door, and the three men talked in the kitchen while Alfred made them cucumber sandwiches and tea.
About an hour later, Damian finally returned with Haley bouncing around at his feet, a new half-destroyed stuffed Superman toy in her mouth.
"I have bad news, Grayson. I don't think Titus appreciates Haley. I...he was here first, and I have to consider his needs."
Haley jumped up into Dick's lap, licked his face, then started cleaning his plate. While she wasn't a picky eater, cucumber was apparently not something she like, and she made faces so adorable, that everyone laughed.
"Luckily she likes you, so I think it's best if she stays with you. She'll be alone a lot, so I'll give you a list of canine enrichment toys you should get. I'll check into doggie day cares near you, as well as veterinarians."
"Thanks, kiddo."
"I have to go to see to Titus now to make sure he knows I'm not trying to replace him."
With that, Damian was off.
Bruce looked at Dick with a raised eyebrow. "You brought him a puppy?"
"Not exactly." Dick told Bruce what actually happened and how he found Haley, while Alfred fed her some leftover chicken.
"You're a good man, Dick. And a good brother." Bruce smiled, pride evident on his face. "A good dog dad too."
Dick and Haley left a bit later, with an entire booklet of instructions from Damian, and several containers of leftovers from Alfred for them. Bruce walked them to the door, Haley happily in Bruce's arms, half asleep. Bruce passed the worn-out dog over to Dick.
"Make sure to bring my granddog over frequently. Please."
Dick left with a smile, and happily, his dog.
#dick grayson#haley grayson#damian wayne#bitewing#nightwing#robin#bruce wayne#happy but dysfunctional batfam#batfamily#dick is a good dog dad
41 notes
·
View notes
Note
Let's hit Bakugo with the DFO stick!
*whack*
so, after yet another spiky haired killer steals one of AFO's relatives from a vault, he's pretty pissed- especially because not only did Mitsuki run off with his husband, but took their baby too. honestly, Masaru was a doormat so it's no surprise he was swayed away like foolish kind Yoichi, but taking the baby?? that's betrayal!!
not that it's very hard to find them again, and keep Garaki close to them so that he can switch out Katsuki's quirk with a powerful explosion one a couple years later. a winged quirk kid is useful to watch him, and reports that Katsuki wants to be a hero. Annoying... until he says its because heroes are stronger and always win.
and that's hilariously simple, to AfO, and he already has a plan now- if heroes don't always win, if villains are stronger, Katsuki's logic will mean he'll either have to switch sides or admit he's wrong. so, he decides to let it be for now, with Katsuki spoiled at school and with parents who have no idea what to do with his awful behavior- Masaru gets nervous every time he's reminded of AfO and Mitsuki can only yell at him to "knock it off" without explaining why, which does not exactly do much to promote either metacognitoin or morals in the kid.
AfO ensures Katsuki can get away with everything and has teachers build up remarks about his strength,,, and for extra measure steals the quirk of one of his friends, to see how he'll react. He's a bit disapointed Katsuki doesn't try to further manipulate the now quirkless one into serving him for some social power, but they're so young, he'll learn eventually. At least he's cementing AfO's belief in Katsuki's certain villainy, because honestly if the kid was acting genuinely heroic he'd panic and kidnap him asap. (Plus, AfO couldn't really resist taking a cool firebreath quirk. So two birds one stone.)
Time passes, Katsuki gets into UA, and of course he can hold his own against the rabble AfO sends to the USJ. Shame his belief in heroics and All Might isn't shaken, but soon he'll see how weak his hero and the system really are.
(AfO had nothing to do with the SF or award ceremony but he was absolutely delighted in the excuse to focus on taking his son back, since clearly he has to see now the heroes don't deserve him.)
He's thinks it's absolutely hilarious that the kid he forgot about stealing the quirk from to give katsuki a target ended up with OfA. Well, it'll be a good lesson on not wasting potential minion material!
He also knows Tomura won't convince him to join but was going to let him waste his time before taking matters into his own hands and bringing katsuki home and crushing his resolves (at this point, breaking family members is like. Enrichment to AfO)
And then All Might shows up and messes up the timing but whatever, AfO can improv. He's worked with worse before. He even lets the kids grab Katsuki away and land safely- just to warp him back to Garaki a minute later, crushing that nice glimpse of escape. Then he excuses himself, and All Might is left alone as all villains are warped out via different means.
In the vault, Katsuki is ineffectively trying to blast the door open (it's not actually a door, there's a solid concrete wall behind the appearance of one) as AfO drops in, tells him All Might is dead, and asks him to reconsider that recruitment offer.
Look at SOME POINT AfO is showing off quirks to look stronger and uses fire breath and Katsuki is like "oh. You're deku's deadbeat dad! No wonder he's got all those annoying habits!" And AfO is like "um no actually this is stolen and I'm your dad" but Katsuki just. Decides to not accept that as reality.
41 notes
·
View notes