#because you touch for comfort and affection

[oddyseye]

Women in Homer are framed as gifts, obstacles, or comforts.

Their beauty is a function. Odysseus’ beauty is a narrative event.

And when the women do get sexy description—Penelope, Nausicaa, Kirke, Kalypso—it’s often still orbiting around his desirability. They want him. The erotic energy is one-directional, and he is its sun.

I believe this is about charis (grace, favor, irresistible charm), and Odysseus is the god-touched man who is constantly suspended between suffering and seduction. He’s the hero who is beautiful because he suffers, and who suffers because he is beautiful, who attracts gods and mortals alike. His objectification reflects how desired and manipulated he is by the world around him. Even Menelaus describes the beauty of Odysseus so reverently it makes Telemachus weep. You can feel how deeply Menelaus misses him and how vividly he recalls the body of the man, not just his deeds. Even his son can’t bear to be compared to that kind of man.

Odysseus isn’t just a man described as beautiful. He’s a man desired, idealized, and manipulated in a way that strips him of control as much as it elevates him. The man doesn’t just survive on his wits. He survives because people—gods, nymphs, kings, princesses—are infatuated with him. And that infatuation dehumanizes him, over and over.

Now compare him to Akhilleus, the other great beauty of Homeric tradition. Yes, Akhilleus is described as beautiful—terrifyingly so. He’s the golden boy of war, but his beauty is inhuman. It distances him from humanity. He’s god-born and burns with fury, a flame that consumes both friend and foe. His beauty is like a meteor—brief, brilliant, and fatal.

But Odysseus? Odysseus is beautiful like a myth retold—again and again, reshaped by each person who desires him. He is the perfect object of narrative. The gods use him. Athena protects him not because he’s good, but because he’s hers. Kalypso keeps him not because he loves her, but because he’s convenient and lovely. Kirke turns him into a lover after trying to unmake him.

He is a hero who is never free. And that is so, so crucial.

Odysseus never escapes fate—not even once. His whole epic is about trying to get home, and the road is filled with obstacles disguised as affection. He's pulled from shore to shore, loved and ruined, celebrated and cursed. Every island, every stop, someone wants him—wants his story, his body, his loyalty—and he gives in, not out of desire, but because he must. He survives through submission just as often as he does through strategy.

Odysseus is a hero of surrender. He does not shape the world as Akhilleus does; he bends to it. And his body—his sexualization—is the physical symbol of that surrender.

I do have a full-blown, line-by-line, deeply miserable analysis of how The Odyssey can be read as a metaphor for sexual assault, especially when it comes to Odysseus’ lack of agency, the way he's passed around, stripped down, manipulated, wept over and kept, but I am not getting into that right now. I’m emotionally stable for like 3 seconds and I’m not wasting it.

Just know. It exists.

i lied put your clothes back on. we're going to talk about the constant objectification of odysseus in his own epic and speculate why homer sexualizes him far more than any female character in the poems

[moonstruckme]

Hi Mae! How are you doing? ♡

I wanted to tell you, that your stories with Sirius are one of my faves ♡ They're so freaking comforting 🥹

I've been really struggling with arthritis lately because of weather, my dance classes are getting more difficult for me because of it, which is taking a toll on my mental health. I feel really lonely, useless and like a prisoner in my own body.

Do you think you could write chronically ill girlfriend reader x Sirius in a comforting fic?

It's okay if you don't wanna, I don't want to pressure you ♡

Take care and thank you✨️

Hi angel, I’m sorry not being able to dance has been getting you so down! Thank you for requesting <3

cw: chronic pain, reader has a not-super-healthy attitude about pushing through, also I’m editing and posting this on mobile so apologies if it’s rough

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 530 words

Sirius is being very kind in not mentioning the shimmer in your eyes as he massages cool gel into the aching joints of your knee. Your legs are bent across his lap, and his hands are gentle and intentional, soothing away the pain as best he can. You’re already in your dance clothes.

“Do you want to try rating it?” he murmurs.

You shrug, defeated. “Six, I think.”

Sirius hums. He kisses one knee before moving onto the other. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to, you know.”

“I do want to go.” Your voice comes out more ardent than you intend. You’re not sure who or what you’re arguing with, but it’s not your boyfriend. “I’m going to be disappointed if I skip it.”

“Okay,” he says. “But is it going to make you feel better or worse to go when you’re feeling like this, lovely?”

That’s the question. The last few weeks have been an experiment in dejection. Go to your dance classes, and you’ll be in pain; you’ll feel stiff, and slow, and embarrassing. Don’t go, and you’ll feel pathetic; not good enough to even try, still in pain but lazy on top of it, an art exhibit on the human phenomenon of succumbing.

“It’s going to be a hard day,” you admit, “but I think I’ll feel better if I try to go.”

You can feel Sirius watching you from the corner of his eye. “Don’t be too tough on yourself.”

“I won’t.”

Sirius nods. You get the sense that he doesn’t like your decision, but he understands that it’s yours. He straightens your knee out a hair to rub some gel on the underside, and you hiss.

“Shit, sorry—aw, baby.” Squinting your eyes in pain has caused a stray tear to tumble from one, spilling down your cheek. Sirius has to know it’s not his movement which truly caused it, but he acts like it was anyway, cooing as he kisses it away. “I’m sorry, lovely girl. I didn’t realize that one was still so stiff.”

“It’s okay,” you murmur. Your cheek is warm where his lips touched.

Sirius goes back to massaging your knee, even more carefully now. “Remember that if it gets to be too much at dance, you can always leave early. You can call me, too. Actually, call me no matter when you finish, I’ll pick you up.”

“Why would I need you to pick me up?” you ask him. Getting to and from your class isn’t usually the issue for you.

Sirius shrugs. “Just in case you’d like a hug with some urgency.” He flicks his gaze up to you, winking. “The hug can come to you. Maybe some kisses as well, if you’re very nice to me.”

You press your lips together as you look at him, overcome by a soul-splitting affection. It makes your heart feel too big for your chest.

“Thank you,” you say.

“Oh, it’s selfish, really.” He presses his fingers into the side of your knee, one eye on the clock so he doesn’t make you late. “The sooner you call me, the sooner I get to come kiss you. Everybody wins.”

[bones4thecats]

Can I request headcanons for Saja Boys showing his true form to his gn s/o please? To find out you absolutely love how he makes it look so good!

↳ Possessed By My Love For You.

A K-Pop Demon Hunters × Gender-Neutral, Human! Reader.

Requester: Anonymous.

Characters Included: Jinu, Abs, Romance, Mystery, and Baby Saja.

A/N: This was so cute!! Loved writing it, hope you like it, Anon!!

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🎤 Jinu does not like his demon side. He hates it. Ever since he 'became human' again and met you, he just wanted to throw everything behind him and truly embrace this new life with you. You were his lover, the one person he would tell everything too. 🎤 Well... almost everything.

🎤 Like stated before; he hates his demon side. While he would normally show it off like nothing (except for during performances, of course) he couldn't with you. He didn't want to scare you away. 🎤 The loving looks you would give him, the way you would embrace him when he seemed tired and down from the busy life as an idol. He did not want to lose any bit of that. So, he held himself back. 🎤 Despite his words of wanting you to be as authentic as you could be, he disregarded them when facing himself. Was it hypocritical? Yes. But it was for the best in his mind.

His golden eyes glowed in the mirror. Hands roamed his face as he felt his breath hiss and his marks rise on his skin. He was trying so hard to hold this back, to keep this darkness away from you. But it became harder over time.

You stood next to the door, unbeknownst to your boyfriend.

Feeling his pain all the way over there, you walked up to him and held him. He stiffened and looked at you with wide eyes. Jinu felt the urge to push you away, to try keeping this as far as he could. He thought if you touched him, it would affect you.

Your skin was beautifully clear of these branch-like markings. No sign of gold in your eyes. Zero sense of evil, soul-sucking urges inside of your soul. Just pure, untouched humanity.

"Jinu." You said, feeling his eyes look at you with fear. "It's okay."

Now, seeing you sitting in his lap, fingers tracing his markings with love shimmering in your eyes, he smiled. He remembered how you had found him that day and comforted him like he was still himself. Like being a demon wasn't a big issue.

"I love you, you know that?" He asked.

You nodded and looked into his eyes. He looked back into yours and could see how he reflected in them. It was like he could see in your mind and see the love you had was all for him.

And he loved that so much.

💪 Abs takes pride in his demonic heritage fairly seriously. He likes his form; how his abs are more genuine and not polished up in 'human juices'. Don't ask, it's just what he says. 💪 So, when he met you, he didn't understand why he felt the need to keep the knowledge of his true species away from you. He figured he wanted to make sure you didn't get your soul sucked by his fellow Saja Boys, but he found out the real reason later. 💪 Anytime he felt the need to let his demonic urges out, he would ask one of the boys to lay an excuse of something; dance practice, recording, anything as long as you believed it. 💪 The only reason you found out about his demon-side was because he thought he was alone in your apartment and let his markings and other features flow freely. It was like a breath of fresh air compared to the busy day. 💪 He just did not expect to see you in the kitchen looking at him with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth.

You were like a deer in headlights right now. The glass of water in your hands as stiff as a board as you stared at the man in your living room.

Wait... was that Abby?

"Abs?" You asked. Judging from the man's immediate response of blinking and smiling awkwardly, you knew that this newly-bedazzled guy was, in fact, your boyfriend.

"Oh my goodness... did you get like tattoos or something?" You asked, eyebrows now furrowing as you sipped from your water and laid the cup on the counter. He glanced to his arms and back to you and sighed. Now he had a LOT more explaining to do than he would have before.

Crap.

Your hand was now laced with his, fingers dancing against the others like paper to a pencil. He smiled and laid his head on top of your own.

Ears were perked upwards slightly as the movie played. Abs noticed how the main character danced around, his hands outstretched as the light bounced against his skin. His lips were raised in a happy and peaceful smile. The same smile you gave him after he explained everything to you that day.

Now, seeing you relaxed against his side, his real form exposed as if it was nothing for a human and demon to be together, made him feel the same as the man on the screen.

"I love you."

💖 Romance wasn't the fondest of his demon form; he preferred having clean skin. No marks glowing like a lava lamp against everything around him. His eyes dim and normal rather than light-projecting like a star. 💖 Needless to explain; being human was his preferred life. 💖 Especially because he had you standing right beside him, form decked out in a matching necklace and similar-looking top as he wore. The jealous looks of the fans making his smile widen as he held you closer. 💖 You found out about his demon side because of the dumbest member of the Saja Boys. Abby. He was not happy when you called and asked if he was human. His eyes went wide and he asked if he could talk to you at home about this. 💖 The others boys merely went to their own rooms when they saw you standing in the main room with an empty expression.

"Romance. Are you human or not? Please... just be honest."

The once-believed-to-be-human looked at his feet and began counting the second of silence passing. He could feel your frustration beating off of your soul, and it hurt him.

Your soul always radiated the feeling of warmth, love, and softness. Now, all it emitted was curiosity, anger, and worse of all; the feeling of betrayal.

It hurt him feeling this come from you. It really did. All he wanted to do was hug you and explain himself, but he saw how you stayed a distance from him. An answer being the only thing keeping the bridge of your love from falling into the ocean of nothingness.

"Well?" You snipped.

"Yes... I'm sorry. Please, let me explain." Romance begged, reaching out to you.

You looked into his now-flashing eyes and sighed. "You have ten minutes."

The breaths against your neck felt as soft as rose petals. The male behind you held you like one would a rose itself. His fingertips grazing your waist as nice as he could with his claws. The hesitation of grabbing to tight ringing in his head and heart.

You scooched deeper into his embrace and could feel him stiffen and hold you tighter.

A smile emerged on your face as he buried his face deeper into your neck and grazed his fangs against the delicate skin.

"It's okay, Ro'. I'm right here. I'll always be here."

☄️ Mystery could care less about his demon form. It was a part of him, hating it was pointless and loving it was something he never thought of doing. ☄️ The only big thing he could consider enjoying about it was the boost of strength and power he had. He could feel his markings spread and his physical capabilities grow, and he liked the power coming with it. ☄️ Yet, he didn't want to let that part of him be showed to you. He didn't want to scare you. Make you hate him neither. Mystery loved you so much, losing that love would feel like someone tearing his heart out from the cold-chest it rested in for what felt like thousands of years in the demon realm. ☄️ The act of being a human paid of well. Everything demonic he did could be pulled off as a quirk for humans. But, it all failed when he found you being threatened by a random man. ☄️ His hands bunched and claws grew, fangs stamping out from his gums as he growled and charged.

The demon's hair rose as he raised his leg and kicked the strange man far away from you. Your arms rose in an effort to protect yourself from the being who attacked the guy.

Mystery glared at the male on the ground and grabbed his arm, forcing the guy to scream in pain. Thankfully, nobody was around to hear him and discover the sight of a demon protecting his lover from another human who couldn't take a 'no'.

Opening his mouth, the blue soul emitted from the broken guy and floated into the idol's mouth. Once done, he glared emotionlessly and looked towards you.

"I won't hurt you." He said.

"...Mystery? W-what the- what was that?" You asked, looking into his now-exposed golden eyes.

Grabbing your hand, he laid his forehead against yours and pecked your nose. "I'll explain it all at home."

Your lips left his as he embraced you and sighed. The feeling of your warm body against his cold one made him relax. It was like you were meant to be in his arms. Like you were fated to be together.

Laying on his back, a fluffy purple pillow being his head, Mystery smiled and let you relax on top of him.

"Do you have anything you wanna watch, little devil?" You asked, grabbing the remote and raising it to turn on the television.

He nodded his head and kissed your cheek.

"You."

🎼 Baby was brutally honest with nearly everyone. The only lies he really told being that he was a human and liked being among everyone. 🎼 Well, almost everyone. He did find a soft spot in his heart for a human; you. 🎼 You were his light. His muse. The reason he actually kept up with life around him instead of ignoring it in preference of stealing soul after soul. He would go home as soon as possible and hold you to his side as he pondered future raps. Many inspired by you, of course. 🎼 Anytime he felt his markings burning his skin, he would excuse himself for something random. He needed to write something down for a new song, he needed to use the bathroom, anything that came to his mind that sounded plausible, he'd use. 🎼 And while it worked for quite some time, it failed when you walked inside the main room and saw him and the boys in their demon forms.

Closing the door behind you, you stared at the five males in surprise. Abs froze mid push-up, Romance's hand poking a card, Jinu's hands frozen around Derpy's fluffy face, Mystery mid scratching his scalp, and Baby's phone now laid in his lap as he looked in pure terror.

"So... you guys all dressed up for Halloween early this year, or is it something way deeper than that?"

"Good luck, Baby." Romance said, teleporting away with the other three.

Baby looked up in betrayal and back at you with guilt in his eyes. He stared into your eyes and saw how you gave him the 'explain now' look like how a mother would their child.

"Uh... would you believe the Halloween thing?"

Your nails scratched his scalp as he laid down and groaned in exhaustion. Being an idol was getting harder and more annoying by the day. How much longer was he going to act like a child?! The constant exertion of energy was so draining...

Mumbling your name, he looked up at your face. He saw your face reflect the light of his markings delicately. It was like art.

"When's the next public appearance again?"

You chuckled. "Not for another seven hours. Get some rest now, you roughly sweet demon."

He sighed and held you closer, his face pressing into your stomach as he smiled. "Thank the Gods. More time with you."

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[soupsosa08]

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐈𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 — Michael B Jordan X Reader; Fluff

Synopsis: A lazy Sunday spent wrapped up in each other, where Michael B. Jordan shows just how much he loves you — with soft touches, playful teasing, and quiet moments that say more than words ever could. Fluff with a little spice, lots of hugs, kisses, and the kind of love that feels like home.

Warnings: pure fluff with some soft, gentle sensuality; reader is female; physical affection; casual references to intimacy (no explicit content); warm, protective Michael B. Jordan energy

Note: Hello! Since you liked the last one I wrote, here’s another super fluffy imagine with Michael — casual and romantic vibes. Requests are open ;)

You woke up to a gentle shiver running down your skin. It wasn’t cold. It was the tip of Michael B. Jordan’s fingers tracing slow circles along your waist, beneath the oversized shirt that was actually his.

You opened your eyes slowly and found his face right there, resting on your shoulder, smiling like he’d been watching you for a while.

— “Good morning, sleepyhead,” he said, voice still deep and husky, that morning voice only mornings bring.

— “How long have you been staring at me?” you asked.

— “Long enough to know you bite your lip when you’re almost waking up. And that you make that cute little face when you’re dreaming,” he smiled, pulling you up onto his bare chest instantly, fitting you there like you’d always belonged.

You rested your ear against his heart, feeling his chest rise and fall slow, warm, steady.

— “Am I trapped?” you joked, with zero desire to get up.

— “It’s not prison if the captivity feels this good,” he replied in your ear, planting a quick kiss on your cheek. “Besides, your bed is right here.”

Michael hugged you tight, pressing his whole body against yours, and you felt that warm, delicious heat spread. His hand slid softly over your thigh, just caressing — no rush, no mischief, just the intimacy of someone who loves to touch.

— “We should get up,” you whispered.

— “No, we should stay exactly like this. You, me, and that face of yours that’s begging for more kisses.”

He gently turned you over, straddling you. The weight of his body against yours was comforting. He looked into your eyes seriously for a moment.

— “Do you have any idea how much I like you?”

— “I think so,” you teased, pulling on the chain he always wore around his neck.

— “You don’t. Because if you did, you’d know I love you even in silence. Even when you’re turned away. Even when you ignore me just to play hard to get,” he smirked and kissed the corner of your mouth. “But I love it even more when you kiss me back.”

And then you kissed him. Slowly at first, just brushing lips. Then more intense — tongue and desire — with that taste of “I want you” and “we have time.” His hand slid up your thigh, gave a light squeeze, and he bit your bottom lip the way he knew drove you wild.

— “If we keep going, there won’t be any breakfast,” you murmured between kisses.

— “We are the breakfast, baby.”

You laughed, but he didn’t stop. He kissed your neck, your collarbone, making sure to explore every inch with care and attention. No rush. Just love and desire living in the same body.

Later — after lots of kisses, touches, and some laughter tangled in the sheets — you finally made it to the kitchen. Michael in sweatpants and a loose tee, you wearing just his shirt and the marks of his love on your thighs and neck.

— “Are you gonna post a pic with me today?” you teased.

— “I’ll post a caption that says, ‘My favorite place is wherever she is.’ And whoever gets it, gets it.”

He came up behind you, wrapping you in a hug at the sink, burying his face in your neck and swaying you gently to the soft music playing.

— “See this right here?” he said, squeezing your belly with affection. “This is my home.”

You turned and kissed him again. One of many kisses. Because with Michael, kisses were never too much. Neither was love.

[goldenbrowns]

YEARNING!CLARK HEADCANNONS

♬⋆.˚ have this while i prepare an actual substantial fic. beware, these are actually pretty long headcannons. cw: overall fluffy, subtle sexual themes, mentions of clark touching himself, i made clark an abba fan, clark being absolutely head over heels for you, just a love-sick puppy

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ There’s this playlist Clark keeps on his phone—he never shows it to anyone, not even you. It’s just called “Untitled,” because naming it feels like admitting things he’s not ready to say. It’s full of songs that hit him right in the chest whenever he hears them, songs that make him think of you in ways words never could. Like “Something” by The Beatles—soft and quiet, like the way he watches you when you don’t notice. Then there’s “Silver Springs” by Fleetwood Mac, a raw, aching song that he feels describes exactly what it feels like to have you so near but still somehow out of reach. And “Just the Way You Are” by Billy Joel, because sometimes he just wants to tell you he loves you exactly how you are, with all your flaws and little quirks, no changes necessary. Clark listens to it when he’s flying alone under the stars or lying awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering if you’ll ever see him the way he sees you—like you’re the only thing that’s ever truly mattered.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ Clark hates your dates. Not in a jealous, over-the-top way, but in the quiet, I’m holding back so much kind of way. He always tries to smile, asks the right questions, nods politely—but inside, he’s grinding his teeth. Like the time you came back after a dinner with some guy who talked way too much about his “startup” and way too little about anything interesting. Clark was sitting on the couch when you walked in, and without even looking up, he muttered, “So, did Mr. Silicon Valley impress you with his business jargon or just bore you into next week?” You laughed, a little surprised, and he smirked—he never says stuff like that, but sometimes the words just slip out. You gave him a look and he quickly added, “I’m kidding... mostly.”

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ Clark remembers everything about you. The way you take your coffee—half a sugar, a splash of oat milk, “a lid if we’re walking”—he’s got it down to a science. The fact that you hate the sound of Velcro, that you once said November feels like a lonely month, that you always wear your favorite sweater when you're sad. He stores it all away like it matters—which, to him, it does.

One night, you’re digging through your bag, frustrated, muttering, “I swear I had chapstick—”

Without a word, Clark reaches into his jacket pocket and hands you your favorite one. Not just any chapstick. The exact brand. The weird mango-peach one you can never find anywhere.

You blink at him. “Okay, how did you know that?”

He shrugs, but there’s this tiny, sheepish smile tugging at his mouth. “I mean— you always lose yours. You mentioned once that the mint kind makes your lips sting. During that hike last spring, remember? So...y'know, figured I might get you one.”

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ You and Clark have been best friends for years, and your level of comfort around him is second nature—you casually lounge around his apartment in oversized shirts and no pants like it's your own place. Meanwhile, Clark is doing everything he can to stay composed, quietly losing his mind over how little you notice what it does to him. He’s constantly redirecting his eyes, clenching his jaw, and pretending he’s not affected—until one moment, when he finally cracks and awkwardly asks:

“Are you… cold?”

You pause mid-bite, eyebrows scrunching. “Huh?”

He gestures—vaguely, vaguely at your upper half—then immediately regrets it. “Just—your tank top, it’s… uh, it’s thin and I thought maybe, temperature-wise, you were… chilly. I mean, I’m not your thermostat. Sorry. Or not. Forget it.”

You look down. Then back at him. He’s flushed, ears pink, very clearly avoiding eye contact with your chest now like it owes him money.

You snort. “Jesus, Smallville, just say I’m poking through my shirt.”

“I wasn’t gonna say it,” he mumbles into his glass of water.

You grin and go right back to your peanut butter. “You’re cute when you malfunction.”

He chokes a little. Doesn’t speak again for five whole minutes.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ Clark tries so hard not to touch himself thinking about you. He’s convinced it’s degrading somehow—like he’s crossing a line he can’t take back—though, yeah, he’s definitely slipped a few times. The other day, he caught himself staring at your legs when you bent over to grab the TV remote, and there it was: just a quick flash of pink lace underwear beneath your oversized shirt. It was enough to make his breath hitch.

Then there was that time he accidentally walked in on you in the shower. You didn’t freak out, didn’t rush to cover up—just shrugged like it was no big deal, which, honestly, made it worse. The way the water glistened on your skin, the soft steam curling around you, the way you looked over your shoulder with that casual smirk—it burned itself into his brain.

Or the countless nights when you’d fall asleep on his couch in nothing but that tank top he knows you wear because you like the way it feels loose and light. He’d watch you, heart pounding, hands clenched tight in his lap because the urge was there, always there—imagining how your skin would feel under his fingertips, how your breath would hitch if he dared to kiss the mound hidden under your cute little panties.

Clark’s caught himself biting his lip in the newsroom, sneaking glances when you laugh across the room, imagining what it would be like to pull you close, to feel you flush beneath him, whimpering, shaky, and needy. But then he shuts it down, because this is you—his best friend—and the thought of ruining that makes his hands tremble more than anything else.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ One night, you’d had a little too much—more laughs than sense, the kind of night where your phone suddenly feels like the safest, most honest place to spill your thoughts. You text Clark something cheeky, something that made you grin even as your fingers wobbled over the keys.

“Hey Smallville... if you wanted me, you’d just say it. I’m kinda tired of waiting. Just say the word, and I’m yours.”

You hit send and immediately think, Oops.

Seconds later, your phone buzzes.

Clark: Wait. What? Clark: Did you just— Clark: Where are you?

You can almost hear the panic in his texts. He’s not just confused; he’s flustered—like he accidentally stepped into a tornado of feelings he’s been trying to keep locked down for years.

You type back, “Haha, I’m fine. Just at the bar. Why?”

Clark: You’re not fine. I can tell. I’m coming to get you. Don’t move.

You stare at your screen, heart racing. He’s already in motion, even without a clear plan, because when it comes to you, Clark’s impulse is always to protect, to show up.

Minutes later, he’s at the bar, eyes scanning until he finds you—laughing too loud, cheeks flushed, the very picture of reckless charm. He doesn’t say much at first, just pulls you up and wraps an arm around your waist. God, you looked so beautiful like this, so happy, so carefree.

“You’re ridiculous,” he mutters, voice low, but there’s something tender under the teasing. “You know that, right?”

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ Clark is the kind of guy who’ll randomly decide to cook you dinner out of nowhere. It’s not just about the food—it’s his way of showing he cares without having to say a word. When he cooks, there’s always music playing in the background. Normally, he’s this bright, goofy person, always smiling and joking, but the moment the music starts, he becomes… well, just another person—except he can’t help but shuffle and subtly shake his butt from side to side while chopping or stirring like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

One night, you wander into the kitchen to check on the food and find Clark fully in his element: a wooden spoon held like a microphone, dramatically belting out the lyrics to “Lay All Your Love on Me.” You'd swear he was one sway of the hips away from reenacting that iconic Mamma Mia scene, all flailing arms and exaggerated facial expressions, totally caught up in the moment.

“What exactly are you doing?” you laugh, leaning against the doorway.

Clark shoots you a cheeky grin, voice low and playful as he sings the next line: “Don’t go wasting your emotion, lay all your love on me.”

You think it’s just for fun—until you catch the way his eyes lock onto yours with a quiet intensity that sends a thrill straight through you. The lyrics aren’t just part of the song—they’re a message, meant only for you.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ Following the same train of thought as the last headcannon, Clark’s love for ABBA isn’t just a quirky hobby—it’s kind of his way of holding onto joy, even when things get heavy. Their songs remind him of simpler times, of laughter and light, of his Ma dancing in the living room, and when he’s happy, he can’t help but get swept up in their energy.

There was this one time you locked yourself in the bathroom, tears streaming down your face. You can’t even remember why now—maybe it was exhaustion, frustration, or just one of those days when everything feels too much. All you knew was the weight crushing your chest. Then, from the other side of the door, you heard Clark’s phone softly playing “Chiquitita.”

He spoke through the door, voice gentle but tinged with that hopeful edge that always gets under your skin.

“Like the scene, y’know? From Mamma Mia? You love that one.”

You sniffled, voice barely a whisper. “Clark…”

He chuckled softly, trying to keep things light, but the concern in his eyes was unmistakable when you finally cracked the door open.

“Come on, open up. Tell me what’s wrong.”

You hesitated, but the warmth in his gaze made it easier to lean on him.

He wrapped you in a careful hug, whispering, “There she is. That's more like it.”

[actuallybean]

Heaven on Earth*

Eager to please, Castiel lets you teach him the art of going down on you—every soft moan and whispered praise shaping his angelic mouth into something sinful. *Contains sexual material: minors DNI, veryyyy smutty, foreplay (f!receiving) A/N: This is a little smutty blub I have been thinking about and thought of giving yall a treat ;) Pairing: Castiel x Reader Tag List: @mostlymarvelgirl Supernatural Masterlist | Main Masterlist

The room was quiet, save for the sound of his breath between your thighs.

You were already spread out across the bed, warm beneath him, the sheets wrinkled and damp where your back arched and shifted. Your fingers curled tightly in the comforter before they moved again—finding the softness of his hair, gripping it with a touch of gentle need.

Castiel’s lips hovered uncertainly over your core, his breath fanning across your skin in slow, reverent waves. He looked up at you—ocean blue eyes wide and unsure, but full of that angelic devotion he always carried when it came to you. Like he would die to please you. Like he wanted to be taught.

“Like this?” he asked softly, the tip of his tongue barely brushing over your folds.

A shaky sigh slipped from your lips. “Close,” you murmured, voice honeyed with warmth and affection. “But slower. Less pressure, more... tease.”

Castiel nodded, gaze never leaving your face. You felt it—that singular focus, like you were the center of his universe. He lowered his mouth again, this time taking your guidance to heart. His tongue flattened, licking a smooth stripe up your center, slow and warm and unsure, but attentive.

Your hips twitched.

“That’s good,” you breathed, fingers tangling deeper in his hair. “Just like that, baby… just like that.”

He paused only a second before trying again, experimenting with the angle of his mouth, the way his nose brushed your clit. He groaned softly at the taste of you, the sound vibrating through your core, sending pleasure curling low and hot in your belly.

“You taste…” he murmured, his voice thick, reverent. “Sweet. Like nothing I’ve ever known.”

Your breath hitched. “Yeah? You like that?”

His eyes—still locked on you, always—darkened. “I want to know everything about this. About you.”

You moaned softly, lifting your hips slightly. “Then keep going, Cas. Let me show you.”

And you did.

With patient words and guiding hands, you taught him how to part your folds with his tongue, how to circle your clit with delicate pressure, how to hum against you until your thighs trembled around his shoulders. You taught him that it wasn’t just about technique—but attention. Devotion. How to listen for the way your breath caught, or how your legs tensed when he hit the perfect spot.

Every little sound you made, every gasp, every quiet cry of his name, made him eager—desperate, even. Not for himself. For you. His mouth moved with more confidence now, more purpose, and the look in his eyes as he watched your body unravel under his tongue could’ve made you come on its own.

“Right there,” you gasped, fingers tightening in his hair. “Don’t stop—fuck, don’t stop—”

He obeyed without hesitation.

His hands slid up your thighs, holding you firmly in place, grounding you while his mouth worshipped you like it was sacred ritual. And in a way, it was. Because you were sacred to him. You were his.

And when you came—shuddering and loud and perfect—he moaned against you like it was his release too. He didn’t stop until your thighs trembled and your body stilled, until your hand tugged him gently away with a breathless laugh.

He looked up, lips wet, eyes blown wide with wonder. “Did I… did I do it right?”

You cupped his face and pulled him up to you, kissing him deeply, tasting yourself on his tongue.

“You were perfect,” you whispered, forehead pressed to his. “And next time… I’ll teach you how to do it again. Even better.”

He smiled, soft and radiant. “I want to learn everything.”

You grinned, lips brushing his. “Then class is officially in session, angel.”

[lilacxquartz]

trick question: would the strongest admit being jealous of a pet cat you both adopted? to nobody’s shock, yes, and also, he caved right away • w.c: 600ish • masterlist • on ao3

Satoru, to your surprise, wasn’t a jealous guy. You thought initially that he might be the type, considering his arrogance, but luckily, for the most part, he was very much self-assured and secure with how the relationship was between you both.

He didn’t care all too much when you’d get hit on—unless they were a threat—only then would he step in. Otherwise, he knew that your loyalties lay with him just fine, and he never cared much to make a scene. You liked that aspect about him because he knew when to cool it and when to boast it.

What you didn’t account for him to get jealous of, was when you thought it was time to get a pet, because that’s what made him grow all sulky. Not in a mean or petty way, goodness no, but never in your life did you think you would see him as offended as he was, when you were being all cuddly with a cat instead of him.

“It’s only known you for a week, and it’s acting like it belongs on your lap,” he’d say, again, not seriously, but just a little upset that your affections were misplaced in something that you had for a couple of days versus the good few years he had with you.

All the while, you loved seeing him that way. So moody and brooding, over the silliest thing.

“You want to be on my lap, Satoru?” you’d tease.

He’d hum, his voice low and smooth, maybe just a touch teasing. “You know I want to be,” he replied, tilting his head playfully, observing the cat with a critical eye, “there’s nothing more that I want in this life to rest my head on your thighs and have you run your fingers through my hair…”

“I’m happy to do that for you, too,” you offered, watching his face light up.

“Yeah?” he asked, his dreamy blue eyes wide with anticipation, his lips twitching into a curl but biting it back just in case. You were a tease when you wanted to be; so he had to be careful. He was expecting something from you—not entitlement, though, but something close to a trick—maybe he had to owe you something back or do something silly.

“If,” you predictably started, “you admit you’re jealous of our kitty.”

You expected him to have at least a little dignity, maybe to hold off on telling you outright, because the great and mighty Satoru Gojo surely had it in him to not confess something so humiliating and yet—

“Oh, I absolutely am,” he said without skipping a beat, freely admitting it, “but look how happy you are – I can’t complain too much.”

You laughed a little, taking the effort to adjust yourself on the sofa, inviting the cat to sit over your chest, patting your thighs so that Satoru could make himself at home over your torso. You sighed deeply at the sight, feeling so warm and so loved, unable to stifle the laugh that tore from your lips as the cat’s tail brushed against his hair back and forth.

“You’re so silly,” you murmured, lowering your hand to scratch at the root of his snowy locks, massaging his scalp while your other hand worked on petting your purring companion.

“Just hopelessly in love with you,” Satoru yawned, feeling his eyes flutter close shut, unable to deny that something about you just felt so comfortable, so right.

Perhaps the cat was just the binding piece in it all.

Quietly saying what he had been thinking all along.

(That you felt like home.)

[pigeons4brains]

Jane Doe x Fem!Reader

Wowie...Jane Doe 🤤..

Disclaimer this is being written WAYYYYY before she releases (if she ever does, but hey a gal can dream), so please forgive me if this is ooc or ages poorly in the future (which is VERY likely). More on this later ;^;

Fluff n Angst ough

Cw// Petnames, some suggestive theme, mentions of sex (not descriptive), kissing, mainly fluff because Reader is refered to by feminine terms, but pronouns aren't really specific that much, and will also use the word 'you', just for more flexibility, and is called partner. 'b-but she's married!' I don't car 🤫. Mentions of Periods (just in case), mentions of death, oh yeah Madoka Magica is also briefly mentioned (yeah Idk dawg), Taph is ALSO mentioned...that's about it

FEEL FREE TO LET ME KNOW IF I FORGET TO TAG ANYTHING !!

This isn't Beta read, and this one might be shorter than my other ones, but that's MAINLY cause theres not a whole lot about her since her wiki doesn't have much about her as a character (which is understandable and a no brainer, she isn't even out yet LMFAOO), so this is VERY headcanon dependent.

But yeah anywayssss hope you guys enjoy nonetheless...I'm STARVING for Jane Doe content...so have this self indulgent mess..drools like a idiot

• She's touch starved. Incredibly so, but in a way where she hides it well, set a hand on her cheek and she'll pretend to be neutral about it, but her resolve breaks after a moment, leaning into her partners touch.

• it's especially noticable when you two are snuggling (whether it's for bed or for something else), she'll keep you close, nuzzling into your neck. Maybe a hand on your breast (or anywhere else) as long as she can feel you near, she can sleep peacefully at night

• Skin to skin contact is a very intimate thing for her, even outside of sex, it makes her feel grounded. And assures her that you are real. You assure and comfort her often by kissing the corners of her mouth and snuggling into her. She appreciates this dearly.

• tied in with the first one, she has abandonedment issues, HUGE abandonedment issues, While not clingy, she feels comforted that you're safe and alive with her.

• of course she hides it behind her often tired and serious demeanour, she shows it though her actions rather than her expression and verbally. She'll hold your hand in rounds, never leaving your side. And if you're injured, no matter where the wound is she will be carrying you bridal style. (Does depend on how bad the wound is, ofc ofc).

• her kisses are soft and light. They almost never last long. Behind closed doors she's more open about her affection, while in public, she'll hold your hand, and kiss your cheek while telling you to be careful.

• she'll also kiss your hand; more specifically your palm. Why? I dunno I think it's sweet.

• Gives you her hat to wear, maybe even your coat if it's cold out.

• she also just overall likes seeing you in her clothes, not for any spicy reason she just thinks you look pretty 🤫

• will also let you borrow her spare clothes, whether your old clothes don't fit, got ruined in a match and need to be washed/repaired, she doesn't care, she'll let you borrow some of her stuff. (This includes hygiene products like pads/tampons, we love her for that)

• she thinks VERY highly of you, no matter what role you play in rounds (support, survivalist, sentinel), though prefers you stay away from the killer while she protects you.

• princess x knight vibes I'm just saying oughh...

<• Okay so I have a headcanon that when one dies in a round, they get sent to their cabin and sleep the rest of the round, as soon as the round ends, they wake up with a dull pain from the round, but overall don't remember it, while those who survive the round have the dull pain too, but remember the whole round, keep this in mind•>

• If you 'Die' in a round, Jane Doe grieves. She does so nearly Everytime if possible, she knows your fine, hell she knows that you won't even remember dying, but it twists her gut to know that she failed to protect you

• if she 'dies' before you, she'll make sure it's because she was protecting you from whomever the killer is.

• (she has a self sacrificial mindset, it doesn't matter for who, it's especially strong for you particularly.)

• bonus points if the two of you die together she WILL crawl over to you and hold your hand as you both die🤫

• MOVING ON FROM THE ANGST HAHA N E WAYS she definitely enjoys listening to her parenter as they rant about something they like, she's more of a listener than a talker.

• she also enjoys giving small gifts, think small little flowers, something she baked, or whatever trinket she stumbled upon that she deems worthy as a gift.

• You do each others hair, it's mainly you doing her hair however, not that her hair is messy, she does take care of it, it often gets all messy after rounds and such, so often you brush her hair and give her different hair styles

• braid her hair, she loves it when you braid her hair.

• this one is self indulgent but idccc she definitely is a Madoka Magica fan, and sometimes after a hard day you'll watch it with her. How? Idk and idc (totally not an excuse to draw her and the reader as Homura and Madoka l8r....)

• she won't rant about it but she WILL make references to it and nobody but you will understand them, leaving the others a bit confused.

• You take baths together, really nice and relaxing, and both of you 100% smell like lavender afterwards.

• she usually smells like a faint elderberry like scent, it's not too strong but not too feint.

• said baths involve homemade candles, and usually take place after a rough day where a cuddle session won't fix it, so a bath will do. You two take turns cleaning each others hair.

• Really bad with flirting, again she's not the best with wording things, not that she's terrible at it, but she's used to talking to herself in her head, or just doing what she means to do, so seeing her attempt to give a compliment in a way that doesn't come off as too abrupt or off is cute.

• this goes for talking in general, she CAN use sign language but isn't very fluent with it, she can sign the basics like 'hello' and 'where is *insert location*?' but that's about it (Taph has offered to help and she appreciates it deeply).

Drools...

Doodle for this fic btw...heheh

[shiryushield]

Castlevania Hcs

.⋆♱ ·｡ Castlevania characters & their love languages 🦇.ᐟ°‧

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Characters: Alucard, Carmilla, Dracula, Hector, Isaac, Sypha, Trevor

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Alucard ⚔︎:

Alucard's primary love language def is acts of service. He's always doing anything he can to help you or just to make you feel loved and cared for. He will always protect you from anything and will do anything you need. When he senses that you're upset or tired he's already giving you a massage, playing with your hair and helping you to do anything. He also lovs quality time because for someone who spent years alone, he doesn't want to feel like that anymore so he always has excuses to spend some time with you. He is the kind of person that is always seeking connection and some company and spending time with you even helps him to open up.

He may not use words of affirmation a lot, but he needs them. After everything he went through, he craves affirmation that he is good and that you really love him and any time you tell him those things, it means a lot to him. He also yearns for someone who will see past his dhampir nature, and to him you're the one. He may like physical touch but after what happened with Sumi and Taka, he is always hesitant with it, but it doesn't mean that he wouldn't crumble completely when he received a gentle touch from you, even with he struggles when he has to start it.

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Carmilla ⏾:

Carmilla likes acts of service (especially when youre the one serving her). She probably won't do those for you a lot, but after some time, you notice her becoming more protective of you.

Her main love language would be physical touch, but only when she's the one starting it to assert her ownership and dominance over you. She's always with an arm around your waist or with her hands giving you teasing touches. In the moment someone approaches you, she's instantly glaring at them and making sure that they know that you're hers.

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Dracula 🦇:

First, Dracula needs quality time because just like Alucard he's been alone for too long and he wants to know you, so he's always there next to you or just watching you. He's the kind of lover who worships you in every way so he would likely have the 5 love languages. As his acts of service, he'd always be protective of you, always remembering to respect you and do anything you want him to. If someone ever hurt your feelings, they can be considered already dead.

Receiving/giving gifts is interwined with acts of service so when I say that he'd do anything for you, I also mean giving you things. He thinks that giving you gifts is a way to show you how much he cares and thinks about you. He's the type of person who randomly gives you something and says, "This reminded me of you". With those gifts, he also wants to make sure that you remember of him. He's always using words of affirmation to tell you how much he cares and loves you and to tell how perfect you're for him. Finally, for him, physical touch is the perfect way to show you comfort and connection, so he always has an arm aroud your waist or his hand on your lower back.

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Hector 🐾:

After what happened with Lenore, he seeks for someone who'll treat him well so anytime you can use words of affection with him, please do. He needs you to praise him and tell him how special he is.

He also needs physical touch in a way that gives him comfort and show him that you're not going to hurt him. He needs to lay on your lap while you caress his hair and tell him how good he is.

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Isaac 🗡:

Isaac is a very closed person and he took a lot of time to understand and admit that he loves you. He isn't very open to physical touch nor words of affirmation.

Quality time would be his main (if not only) way of showing love. He's always by your side, even after telling you that he would rather be alone. He also likes to talk to you about everything and one day, he found himself telling you about his past, something that he thought that he'd never do.

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Sypha ✴︎:

Sypha wants to share every little moment with you and she loves talking to you, from deep conversations about your feelings to random laughs because of a joke you made. She also would love to have a family with you, so she's always talking about your future together. (Quality time)

She pretends she doesn't, but she loves physical touch. She thinks that just from holding your hand or interwining your pinkies she's protecting you. After long and tiring days, the only thing she wants is to cuddle with you before sleeping.

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Trevor 𓍯:

Trevor's main love language is physical touch. Just like Sypha, he thinks that he is protecting you just from touching you. He always has a hand on your lower back. Of course, he loves touching you because of other reasons if you know what I mean. He just thinks your body is perfect and he wants everyone else to know that you're his.

Trevor also loves bantering. I don't really know in what love language it would fit but he's always trying to start bantering with you and could spend hours doing it. If you're the kind of person who can get annoyed over a little banter, it's a lot more fun for him because he loves seeing you annoyed (He thinks it's the hottest thing ever)

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[monstersflashlight]

@madam8 answering this one from the mother account. It took me a while to get to this request because it’s basically already written, I had to really think it thru to get something that wasn’t just replicating your words, hope you like it, I tried my best.

The price of war

Orc x witch fem!reader || tooth-rooting fluff, hurt/comfort

You hated it.

You hated every single second of it.

You hated that you were forced to use your magic against them, that you had to watch them frozen in place and be slaughtered by your actions because of your power… And because an ungrateful king that couldn’t even wipe his ass clean if he tried. He asked and asked, threatening your family when you didn’t give up on his inquiries about your powers, and you had to.

You had to play your part in the war if you didn’t want your family to hurt, if you didn’t want all of them dead. But at the end of the day, you were the one losing either way. You could kill your family, or you could kill dozens of innocent orcs that were fighting a war they didn’t ask to fight. All because of your king’s incompetence, and their king’s ego.

You hated it.

You thought about running away, it felt like a good idea after the king made you watch how they carried unsuspecting frozen orcs to the camp they built just for this, to make the killing easier… He made you stand there as the human soldiers rejoiced in the slaughter of others.

Until you couldn’t hold it anymore.

Until you couldn’t help yourself as you turned around and faced the man whose fault all this was, the man-baby whose hunger for power killed thousands of humans and monsters… And you froze him.

The second his face contorted into one of pain and anger, you knew you did the right thing, all his soldiers staring at you in fear and shock, probably too scared to say anything. You dismissed them all, bloodstained and pathetic as they ran for their lives out of the slaughtering camp.

Most of the orcs there were already dead, their bodies thrown into a pile that you knew would be burned later. They were all dead because of you… But when you walked to them, you saw there was one who the soldiers hadn’t gotten to.

One of them was still frozen in place, his face contorted in fear and still as an ice cube. You approached him slowly, your body sluggish as you stepped over dried blood and substances you didn’t even want to know what they were.

You stood over his frozen body and stared at him, his clothes stained with his friends and brother’s blood, because of you… You couldn’t hold back the tears even if you wanted to. You couldn’t hold back your sobs even if you wanted to.

Right there, between the consequences of war and the greed of men, you fell to your knees and cradled an orc’s head to your chest, tracing his green features with utmost respect and adoration. He felt like the last ray of hope you could cling to, and with a tiny smile, you decided you’d made good by him, you’d make good for everyone who participated willingly in this war.

It took days for him to regain his full body, days in which you nursed him back to normality little by little. At first he was scared of you, but he slowly warmed to you. Which only opened the floodgates of his affection for you. He was insatiable from that point on, his hands always on you one way or another, his body pressed close and his touch starved emotions hugging your very soul.

And it took you months, but you stopped the war and imprisoned everyone who participated in it willingly; the men and orcs involved were locked away as your new realm flourished with a new treaty. After freezing the orc’s king, the orc queen was more than happy to negotiate away from the egoistical men.

You didn’t know if you’d be a good queen, but it wasn’t hard to be better than those who preceded you. But when you got back to your tiny cottage, after declining living in the castle, your orc husband was already preparing tea for you, offering you a cup as he pulled you to his lap and sniffed the uncertainty away.

[krunchkrunch]

Good Morning

synopsis: You and Nanami try to replenish your intimate time while your child is asleep.

a/n: I’ve always wanted to do this fanfic idea of Nanami being a good yet horny parent who loves his wife very much! also soz this took a while i wanted this to be really good for you guys

pairing: Nanami Kento/Female!Reader

tags: Penis in Vagina Sex, Porn with Some Plot, Vaginal Fingering, Smut, Shameless Smut, Smut and Fluff, Established Relationship, Morning Sex, Female Reader Insert, No Use of Y/N, Dirty Talk, Reader and Kento are Parents, Slice of Life, Nanami Kento loves his Wife

word count: 2.6k

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A soft and thick cover, a slight chill outside and most importantly your husband laid up behind you. You were peacefully sleeping, for the first time in a while, in a loose yet comfy nightgown that held onto your body throughout the night. You slowly stir awake from your sleep.

You hear Kento wake up behind you, letting out a gentle yawn and letting you know he’s up by nuzzling against your neck. He was comfortable enough in your marriage to show off how secretly clingy he was, he always loved touching you in some way. He didn’t say anything yet just in case you wanted to sit in the comfortable silence of the early morning.

It was times like this you always appreciated and loved, the rare moments of the day where the house was still. There was nothing more serene than this.

You rub your eyelids and put your hand back to caress his cheek, letting out a soft groan of acknowledgment of his presence. “Morning, honey…”

“Is the kid still sleeping?” You ask while he’s currently preoccupied with rubbing his cheekbone against the side of your face.

“Pretty sure. It’s only five am.” He murmurs softly in your ear, his voice deepening by the effect of slumber. His hand that was already wrapped around your stomach moves up and down your side, reacquainting himself with your body like he did every new day.

“Which means, we have maybe an hour or two before she barges into our room and jumps on our bed.” You chuckle sleepily, though you could never be annoyed by your daughter’s silly antics even though a foot to face wasn’t the best sensation to feel after a restful sleep.

But you knew she did it because she loved both of her parents very much. And stomping playfully on your lazy bodies with her tiny feet was the best way your daughter could show it.

“Mm, an hour…that’s plenty of time before our little giant comes stomping in…” He sounds like he had something else on his mind as he casually sprinkles soft kisses down your neck. He can’t help it. Even though you don’t see it, you look most beautiful after waking up to him. Soft and as peaceful as a sweet lullaby. He takes his time, placing some behind your ear that he knows is sensitive.

Oh, he definitely knows what he’s doing.

You chuckle bashfully and turn your head towards the pillow, as his deep hum fills your ear as he kisses the dip in your neck. Even after so long, marriage and even getting you pregnant, you still get shy and surprised at his advances at intimacy. He didn’t always used to be so upfront. Back then when you first started dating, he would break a sweat at you trying to hint at something more physical. So gentlemanly.

Well, he still was but obviously he’s gotten more comfortable let’s say.

You speak between soft gasps and slight giggles from his kisses tickling your skin. “Kento, what are you up to?” You try to scold him but your tone fails to show it.

“Just showing my wife some much needed affection…” He gives your ear a little suckle, mostly because he enjoys showering you in affection dearly but because he also loves to hear your sunny laughter.

“Especially since I didn’t get to yesterday…” He speaks softly into your ear between a little kiss at the shell of your ear.

He was right. He came home quite late and didn’t get to tuck his daughter into bed like they both of you would do together usually. He came home sleeping like a pretty painting, before getting in bed quietly and knocking out next to you.

“I don’t know, honey…She could come in saying she threw up or something…Or that she needs a glass of water.” You weakly try to resist, it seemed like nowadays you were becoming the more sensible parent in the relationship. But you couldn’t lie that you had been very pent up recently too.

You missed the more frequent intimate moments you had with your husband, those moments became more sparse as your little angel grew up. Long nights of endless passion turned into quickies during the night with the door locked, trying to not make enough noise to wake your daughter up.

He lets out a soft sigh as he rests his chin in the crook of your neck, like a silent and whiny puppy. “We should plan a night for ourselves one day…Our baby girl can sleepover at Satoru’s for the night perhaps. Even though I don’t particularly trust that man much.”

You let out a soft chuckle at his dry and half-serious humour, turning your head back to give him a chaste kiss to the forehead.

“Is that how horny you are? You’re willing to leave our kid with a man you can just barely tolerate?” You raise your eyebrows amusedly, waiting for an answer.

He responds with a completely serious and intense look, a look that translates to ‘yes, giving my wife an orgasm is that important to my mental wellbeing.’

“Yes.” He says simply, without a moment of thought.

You can only snicker and shake your head. “You’re unbelievable.” You give him a light kiss and he readily accepts it, emitting a soft hum before giving another few light pecks.

“Hm…what else am I?” He mumbles between kisses that get more lengthy as they go on, pressing against your soft and full lips. He’s starting to hope he’s convinced you to give into your overflowing desires.

And it’s kinda working. A wife can only go so long without making love to her very masterful and passionate husband.

“You’re…dramatic…” You get breathier as he keeps kissing you, you wonder why being a mother made you so easily aroused nowadays. He was making you trail off your thought process.

You continue, “and also…very handsome right now…” You speak honestly, as you can see the need and warmth in those beautiful brown eyes of his. Those eyes are the window to pure love and adoration.

“I know. I could say the same about you.” His calmly suave words slipped from his lips before kissing along your neck again. He knows exactly where you’re sensitive, where you’re most warm, what makes your breath hitch…

“You look so gorgeous right now, honey…You remind me how lucky I am to have you, every second of my being.” His face comes up to nuzzle your nose against his, your eyes closing as his hands travel up and down your sides like a valley of soft sand.

“Kento…You’re trying to talk…your way out of my clothes right now…” Your eyes are closed because you know the moment you open them, you’re gone. You want to be responsible, and save the intimacy from when it’s late at night or when your kid is at kindergarten.

“I am…But I always mean what I say, don’t I?” The warmth of his forehead presses against yours, as he sweetly peppers kisses on the corners of your lips. He had quite the skill of seamlessly transitioning between loving and sultry.

Damn his ever so charming voice and words.

“Especially when I tell you that I want to give my lovely wife a good start to her day.” A hand comes up to your slightly flushed cheek, his thumb wiping back side to side against it. You stop resisting and finally open your eyes.

And unfortunately, you don’t regret it. The tension in his pupils are palpable.

“I have so many things that I need to do to you, honey…Let us indulge for once, hm?” His voice is low and warm, like the ember or a small fire ready to blaze at any moment.

“Just how we used to.” He whispers, the vibrations of the sound kissing your lips.

“Okay then…” You nod softly, tilting your head to readily accept more of his kisses. And more of his kisses does he give to you, slowly easing into more deeper and passionate ones. He gets off on the escalation in things, because he knows the final crescendo is more pleasurable that way.

A steady climb to the pinnacle of bliss is what he has planned for you.

A gentle moan escapes your vocal chords as he swipes his tongue against your bottom lip, before you allow him to enter the sweet cavern that is your mouth.

“There you go…” He praises in the softest voice, it melts you every time. Your tongues start going from simply getting a feel of each other, to swirling around in a hungry dance that you both knew very well.

“Ken…Please touch me…” You disturb that steady climb, already giving into the much more lewd side of you that turns him on like no other. Knowing he could make a motherly and caring wife to others, such a salacious and needy woman with only him, made a tent start to form in his boxers.

“That’s the wife I missed…” His hand makes its way down to under your nightgown and into your soaked panties, his two fingers beginning to rub in firm yet slow motions. It was muscle memory on how to pleasure, he never forgot even after these weeks of neglected lovemaking.

“Right here? Right on your clit? Is that where my wife wants to be touched?” He continues his consistent movements, loving how warm and slick you are for him already. And his voice is gets you so wet every time he speaks in this intimate yet tender tone.

“Mhm…Keep going, honey…” You nod, before letting your head fall on the pillow, as he watches your every expression intently. The soft knit in your brows, down to your puffy lips parted to let soft pants escape. He drank it up, all of it.

“That’s it…Get nice and wet for me, just how I like you…” He crooned. But you’re always so needy for him, so much that your hips have a mind of their own and grind against his fingers. Your empty hole still clenches, begging for touch as well.

“Mm..I know that look very well…” Before you can pant, he inserts two of his thick fingers inside of you, all while using his thumb to rub your clit. You sigh of relief.

“Is this what you want?” His fingers continue doing a come hither motion, making sure to circle his fingers to make you clench around his fingers.

“Ah…yes…” You whimper, knowing the tight knot in your lower stomach is about to snap.

“I know, honey…Your husband’s gonna get you there…” He promises, giving you a kiss on your nose. His thumb on your throbbing clit goes faster.

“Cum on my fingers then I’ll fill you up, I promise…” And as soon as he says that, you let out a choked and shaky gasp as your hips twitch. He can feel your essence coating his fingers, he slides them out and gets a taste of you.

“Kento…pull your shorts down.” You direct, now wanting his dick inside you more than ever. Now that he’s given you a taste, you want to go all the way.He finds it so hot when you get like this, blunt and demanding. He always does anything you want anyway, but this tone you get with him causes a thrill down his spine.

He puts his arm under the crook of your leg, holding it up while it’s bent so he can slip inside your needy hole. His other hand goes around your head to hold your chin, so he can see your pretty eyes flutter as he stretches you out. You suck him in like a long lost lover, accepting him into your warm embrace of your walls.

“Keep looking at me, honey…Look at me while I feel how wet I’ve gotten you…” He says through a soft grunt, feeling the end of you once he’s settled in and stuffed you full. You guys are such a perfect fit, and he’s reminded of that every time he worships your body.

You were meant for him, as he was for you. He knew it from the very first time, and he definitely knows it after all these years together.

“You always make me feel so whole…” You gasp again and again, matching the timing of your sounds of pleasure with his steady thrusts. He makes sure to roll his hips to meet that spongey spot inside. You have to bite your lip to try to keep quiet.

“Says you…No one makes me feel more complete than you…Nobody…” He murmurs with his full chest, his hazy eyes brimming with utmost honesty while he fucks you. He looks almost angry with pleasure, his eyebrows knitted deeply, but he’s just determined.

“Mmph, Kento…Please don’t stop…” Your arm loops around his thick bicep, your nails digging into his skin. Your mouth hangs open as you both watch each other, which only makes you even more aroused.

“Yeah? I…make you feel good? While I’m…this deep inside you, honey…?” He says with a tense jaw, hitting even harder and deeper. It causes your eyes to go unfocused, as he was pistoned your sensitive spot repeatedly.

“God, yes…You make me feel so good…Always, baby…”

“Just like that…” You urge him on, your moans turning more into desperate and wanton whines.

“That’s right…Just let me give you this…Let me give you all my love…”

“Crap…So tight for me, honey…I, ah, love how you feel…” Even though he would love to keep staring out your fucked out face, he was to squeeze his eyes shut so he doesn’t completely burst inside of you this early. He focuses on putting his all into slamming inside your tight walls.

“Ken…” You whimper gently, your hole pulsing around him to let him know of your upcoming climax. He opens his eyes just barely so he can watch your cum all over him. It’s his favourite sight he never tires of.

“I know…you’re so close for me aren’t you…? So close to cumming all over me, just like I promised…” He breathes heavily.

“Please make me cum…I need my husband to make me cum…I wanna cum for you, honey…” You ramble on, as it’s like his dick is stirring not only your insides but your brain to liquid.

“Cover my mouth…Cover my-” You rush out, as you feel your stomach drop. His hand clumsily goes to muffle your final moan of ecstasy and his strangled groan pressed into the head of your shoulder.

“Mn…so good for me…God, I love you so, so much…” His hips stutter as he pushes his cum deeper and deeper into you, coaxing every last bit of your orgasm out from you. He feels like he can’t even see, with how much just came out of him and filled you to the brim.

“I love you too…” You whisper back once he removes his hand from your mouth, and you both seal your love with a lazy kiss.

“You’re right…we needed that.” You admit as you rest your eyes and catch your breath, pressing your forehead against his to ground yourself.

“Indeed we did…See how everything works out?” He has a small smug smile, to which you can only affectionately shake your head. He shifts you around so you’re back to the original position you were both in before he turned you into mush.

“Now we can rest before the little one storms in…” He sighs peacefully, resting his head back in the crook of your neck.

“Mhm…Thank you, honey.” You let your eyelids fall, the bliss from your orgasm slowing your heartbeat and making everything feel serene. It’s the perfect setting to fall back asleep in. You rest your hands on his arms wrapped around your stomach, as you guys snuggle like two peas in a pod.

“No problem.” And with that, you both fall asleep, ready for the relaxing Sunday morning that awaits you with the man you love and the kid you made together.

Everyone is back to sleep in the house, and all is well and good in the home of the Nanamis.

[vegaseatsass]

Okay like... to continue my thoughts on all our leads moving towards mess/drama and each other instead of stepping away, I will now attempt to talk about queerness and making your own family and the delicious delightful nature of toxic found family.

Before Wu Suowei and Zhang Liya, Guo Chengyu was Chi Cheng's only true family.

When Chi Cheng found someone he wanted to add to his family (Wang Shuo), naturally, he brought his existing family around with him everywhere. Guo Chengyu was always there. Guo Chengyu was always there. Guo Chengyu filmed them kissing, novel Guo Chengyu filmed them having sex, Guo Chengyu was in Chi Cheng's thoughts and heart as he went to bed with Wang Shuo at night.

I truly think "Wang Shuo wanted Chi Cheng to love only him, to put him before Chengyu" is the easy answer for why Wang Shuo couldn't bear it, why he had to try to break up their family even if he pushed himself out in the process. I truly think Wang Shuo, with his own deeeep-set brother issues, was trying to not bring his family into his relationship with Chi Cheng, the only space in his life he'd carved for himself without Wang Zhen. The idea of having your brother there with you in your romantic/sexual life as something easy and joyful and compatible was so anathema to Wang Shuo that he exploded.

Regardless of why though, after the explosion, Guo Chengyu stayed. Wang Shuo disappeared.

Chi Cheng and Guo Chengyu were fractured, but not broken. Their continued proximity allowed for a jagged kind of healing. They were still family, even if it was no longer so easy between them.

When Wang Shuo returns, Chi Cheng doesn't want to kill him. He doesn't even seem to want to chase him away. He is never happy to see him, but he also can't seem to actually pull away from him. And like, I'm not over it: he agreed to drive Wang Shuo to see his snakes. Because the snakes are, to both of them, family. Zhang Liya is the family Chi Cheng has chosen wholeheartedly, so she takes priority, the same way Wu Suowei's life took priority over Huanglong's. Just like with his snakes, Wu Suowei is convinced that Chi Cheng will always choose Wang Shuo over him, when it's actually the complete opposite. But the snakes are still family. Wang Shuo is still, for all that he's done, family. I think.

Anyway, there is so much to be said about Wu Suowei and Jiang Xiaoshuai: As family to each other, as additions to Guo Chengyu and Chi Cheng's family who step in so seamlessly, so comfortably, the way the four of them together flourish and reflect each other and bring out one another's facets, the way the romantic relationships grow stronger through the enhancement of the chosen family bonds alongside them, rather than weaker or threatened.

Even when Xiaoshuai TRIES to see 2Cheng as a threat, we see in episode 15 that he knows somewhere deep down that Chengyu's love for him and Chi Cheng can coexist and he's completely safe in Chengyu's affections.

But I'm honestly hung up on Wang Shuo disappearing as the real thing that broke Chi Cheng's family apart, rather than the irreparable damage he caused before he left.

(And where did he go, btw? You will never convince me it wasn't wherever Wang Zhen took him.)

Anything can be borne in a family as long as they can still see and touch and fight and bite each other. Even if it's toxic, dysfunctional, and they keep inflicting new pain, as Chi Cheng and Guo Chengyu were doing before they met Wu Suowei and Jiang Xiaoshuai. Those are still their people, the only people they have. The most unforgivable thing you can do is leave, not stay and cause harm.

Something I love about blood-related families in fiction is the idea that you can't ever fully leave. (You can leave in the real world, so huge support to everyone who has cut a blood tie and never looked back; do not let my love for fictional blood ties as chains we can never break delegitimize your righteous and hard-earned freedom!)

But there's this notion in non-blood relationships that you can put them down at any time. If your friend annoys you, let them go. If your partner is bringing you down, break up. The institution of marriage turns a relationship into a family bond with the weight of the law and society behind it, which adds a much higher barrier to dissolving it, but anything else is often treated as totally choice-based: you can choose to stay and work on it, or you can choose to quit and leave. Obviously it's a lot more complicated than that (there are legal, social, and financial incentives to couple up, for just one example), but let me do some generalizing for the sake of getting my thoughts out, that typically, the approach to found family is you get to choose to stay and fight, or determine it can't be fixed and go. You aren't tied to them once that family goes toxic. So there's just something soooooooooooooo crazy sexy delicious to me about Chi Cheng, the man who obviously, subversively, shockingly can take or leave his ENTIRE biological family - who feels empowered to walk out of a blood family gathering at any time and can only be forced to half-assedly follow any of his parents' expectations for him when they hold something he loves hostage, who clearly does not feel that beholdenness to blood ties, at all -

There's something so exhilarating about Chi Cheng feeling that chained-inescapable-foreverness in his chosen family relationships. The ones that are supposed to be optional. That are supposed to be escapable when they turn toxic. But for Chi Cheng, they're permanent.

Wang Shuo and Chi Cheng's snakes and his toxic rituals with Guo Chengyu do not have the primacy and commitment of his relationship with Wu Suowei, and Wu Suowei is going to reach that confident safe place Xiaoshuai has with Chengyu once he realizes it. But they're all still part of Chi Cheng's family. YOU KNOW???

[cobaltperun]

The Catalyst (13) - Unknown Soldier

WandaNat x Female Reader

Chapter summary: There was only one person you could think of that could help you in this particular situation. You just doubted the X-Men would be eager to let you talk to him.

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-I'll be here, fighting forever-

It felt like the whole country had fallen into chaos, actually, felt wasn’t the right word. It had fallen into chaos, and it seemed like it would never end. Natasha releasing the files was just the beginning. What was left of S.H.I.E.L.D. was scrambling to pull the undercover agents out, but almost forty percent were killed. The ones who weren’t either got lucky enough not to be at the wrong place at the wrong time and were able to rendezvous with agents that could evacuate them; or they had the time to escape before their targets dug deep enough into the released files.

And that was only one of the consequences of the files being dumped on the internet.

The files were already affecting international relations, destabilizing an already unstable world even more.

Yet, she was more affected by agents lost, so much so that she, curled up next to a window in an armchair with her hair still a bit damp from the shower, barely noticed when you brought her coffee. Steve took over looking after James, and you’ve spent the last couple of days with Natasha in one of her personal secret hideouts and that was perhaps the only comfort she got since S.H.I.E.L.D. collapsed. “You didn’t have any choice,” you told her, for what felt like the hundredth time.

She didn’t believe you though. Her own life being exposed to the public, the secret projects on both sides, all that she could accept; but the lives lost or ruined because of her actions? “I didn’t have a choice back in the Red Room either,” she didn’t need to explain any further. Her ledger was gushing red from her time in the Red Room, and now it got a fresh coat of red all over it.

You sighed and sat down on the armrest. “Nat,” you called her and she looked at you. “Please tell me you’re not considering turning yourself in today,” she could see worry, even fear in your eyes, and if she was being honest the idea was tempting.

Natasha smiled somberly. “If there was some justice in this world that would be my ending. Locked up and left with nothing but my thoughts for the rest of my life,” she said softly, looking outside the window and you wrapped one arm around her and pulled her against your side. She didn’t deserve it, but she still leaned into your touch. “For a short while I let myself be naïve, thinking this could actually work,” she took your hand, grasping it like a lifeline, like you being there was the only thing she could clinging to. In a way it was.

Her whole world was shattered in one day. She thought Clint was giving her a new chance at life, but it turned out not even Clint could see the difference between S.H.I.E.L.D. and HYDRA, so how was she supposed to when she’s been nothing but a weapon to use against someone her whole life. Her and Barnes shared a similar burden, but he would be fixed, his mind, broken by HYDRA, could be repaired, yet there was nothing to fix in her head, no triggers, no wiped memories, no, what was wrong with her could not be fixed.

She couldn’t even say her sense of self was fragmented. She knew exactly who she was, what she was, and only one word fit. A monster.

Yet you still held her. Clint’s children still called her ‘Auntie Nat’, Yelena still saw her as a sister, and she’s made friends, first Clint, then Maria, then Laura, now she guessed she could add Steve to that short list as well. She had something worth pushing all of those dark thoughts to the back of her mind, she had people that knew who she was and still accepted her.

So, though she knew she didn’t deserve it, she surrounded herself with your warmth, sought it, craved it as she leaned further into your side. “Y/N,” she sighed your name softly, hating herself for not being able to pull away, for wanting this even after all the lives she took.  

“You weren’t naïve,” you said in a tone that dared her to argue. “You are an Avenger, just as much as the rest of us. Besides, none of us have clean slates,” you sounded so sure of that.

So, mostly for you, Natasha set her self-hatred aside for the moment. She had the hearing first, and then a trip to Krakoa with you and others so Charles Xavier could fix his mind. But, at least for another couple of minutes, she could stay just like this, leaning against you and clinging to your arm, surrounded by your warmth.

~X~

You sat in the car waiting for Natasha to finish with her hearing with Yelena in the back of the car. You were both silent, worried sick about Natasha, not about the hearing, no, that was the last thing you needed to worry about. It was Natasha’s mental state that worried you.

The silence was broken when Clint got into the car next to Yelena. “You two look awful,” Clint said as he patted you on the shoulder and gave Yelena a brief hug. “Come on, Lena, this is Nat we’re talking about, she’ll tell them to kiss her ass in seventeen different ways without using words ‘kiss’ or ‘ass’ and you know it,” he joked, but the tone of his voice betrayed him as the smile on his face faded. “She’s that bad, huh?”

You nodded.

“She won’t open up, at least to me, Y/N had a bit more luck though,” Yelena said, looking out the window toward the doors, expecting Natasha to walk out any minute now.

“I figured as much,” Clint sighed and leaned forward. “How are you holding up?” he asked, since you haven’t really gotten a chance to talk since you told him you would all head to Krakoa.

“Considering we’re about to be in over our heads, yeah, could be worse,” you said, putting up a confident front when you were anything but. You severely lacked heavy hitters, and sure, X-Men weren’t what they used to be either, but fighting them with the team you had right now would be incredibly stupid. Maybe you should have called Tony after all. Before you could say anything else there was commotion at the front doors and you all saw Natasha walking out, head raised high, a determined, serious look on her face, and walking at a steady pace.

The perfect mask of indifferent confidence.

She got in the car next to you and you immediately drove away, not giving the news reporters time to stop you. “Nat?” you asked and she just shrugged.

“Let’s focus on getting James to Krakoa,” she said and you nodded, accepting her decision and driving back to the hideout so you all could get changed and ready for the trip to Krakoa.

Once suited up you went to Jefferson Memorial where Steve, Wilson and Barnes were waiting. You approached the three, noticing Barnes was just sitting there with what seemed like a perpetual frown on his face while Steve sat next to him.

“Any changes?” Natasha asked as she looked at the man and for the first time you noticed the way she looked at him, like there was more to their past than just him training her. Well, that wasn’t important right now.

“No, he barely responds to anything, at least he knows Steve, that’s making this a bit easier,” Wilson explained and you nodded, taking notice of Steve’s appearance. He looked hopeful, but exhausted, like he spent sleepless nights trying to help Barnes in any way he could think of.

Barnes raised his head when he heard all of you approaching and abruptly got up, startled. “They are here to help, they won’t hurt you,” Steve immediately got up and placed his hands on the man’s shoulders as Barnes observed each of you, almost like a wounded animal expecting to be struck again. When his eyes fell on Natasha he seemed to pause and you swore you could see recognition in his eyes, perhaps even a hint of longing that came with it.

And Natasha noticed it too as she approached him and much to your surprise placed her hand on his forearm, pulling him along. “Come on, let’s get you help,” she ordered, firmly, but with gentleness you rarely saw from her.

“Huh. Competition?” Clint nudged you, half-teasing half seriously considering that option.

“More like a part of the past, trust me,” Yelena rolled her eyes and smirked at you. “Nothing you need to worry about.”

You shook your head, ignoring the pang of jealousy inside your chest as you stepped to the inactive hidden Gateway to Krakoa and focused, and sure enough the Gateway reacted to your presence, sensing you were a mutant. The wines emerged and twisted, and a pathway opened for you. “Well, let’s get this over with,” you said, stopping in the middle of the portal to keep it open while everyone else passed through.

~X~ Krakoa ~X~

Laura ran through the forest of Krakoa, jumping over the roots and fallen branches. She dove into the river, letting the waterfall take her to the to the lower levels of the forest, her claws emerged, slowing down her descent just enough for her to jump through the waterfall and land on the shore, her yellow and black suit wet, though it hardly mattered.

She looked up at the sky above her, partially hidden behind thick tree branches as James and Ororo caught up to her. “You need to be more careful, kid, you,” James complained, pointlessly.

“I heal,” she simply said as he knelt down on one knee and placed a hand on the ground.

“They are close, less than half a mile to the north,” he said and she gritted her teeth. The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, or Avengers, or whatever they called themselves now were the last people she wanted to see after everything they’d done to the mutant kind. “They have one of our own with them, probably Firestorm,” his statement explained how they could use the Gateway to get here. “How do we approach this, Storm?” he asked, looking at the current leader of the X-Men.

“Attack,” she decided, not leaving any space for arguments.

“No diplomacy?” James asked with an amused smirk.

Ororo shook her head. “It’s about time we give them the taste of their own medicine,” she explained, her yes turning white. S.H.I.E.L.D. didn’t ask questions, didn’t send warnings and they certainly didn’t try to talk things out. So, now they’d pay.

~X~

Despite the tension that accompanied the team with every step you had to admit you felt strangely drawn to this place, you couldn’t explain it, you’ve never been here, yet this felt like a safe space, like the island would provide for all your needs if you chose to stay. Well, this was the living island, the proclaimed mutant paradise that could only be accessed by mutants, otherwise it would repel any other means of arrival. Even as you stood in the middle of the Gateway letting others pass you felt a strange sensation coursing through your body, as if telling you not to let them in.

“Man, this place puts me on edge,” and then there were others. Wilson was the one who voiced it, but looking at them you could see everyone felt the same.

“Like I need to be on high alert at all times,” Clint said, and Steve nodded, looking at Barnes who looked even worse than the three men. He looked frantic, terrified of his own shadow, he was already on edge before, Krakoa only intensified it.

Natasha and Yelena seemed a lot less affected, used to the feeling due to all the years in the Red Room. “That’s exactly what you need to be,” Natasha said, her gun already drawn.

You tried to force yourself to be on high alert, you had to be, you knew consciously that you weren’t welcome here, but it was like the island itself was forcing you to relax. And then Natasha raised her gun and fired just as a woman wearing Wolverine’s costume emerged from the trees, two claws already out as she slashed through the bullet with ease. Laura Kinney, you haven’t met the girl before but the files told you enough.

Trying to defend against those claws would be useless if they were adamantium like Logan’s, and you weren’t keen on losing your glaive just to test that idea, so you skidded to the side, avoiding the slash as she landed right in the middle of your team.

“Shit,” Clint cursed, but Natasha was already on it, slipping underneath Wolverine’s outstretched claws and kicking her in the guts before the girl could react. Natasha struck with her widow’s bites, making the girl grit her teeth and then much to your surprise grin like a maniac, and you were definitely reminded of Logan.

As the rest of you caught up to the speed that the fight was happening another X-Men rushed you from the other side. A large man, taller and more muscular than even Steve stepped between you and Natasha. “Warpath,” Clint told you, having read the files thoroughly.

“We don’t want to fight! We just want to see Charles!” you exclaimed, trying to stop the fight before it could escalate further, even as Natasha continued blocking each strike Wolverine tried to hit her with, elegantly leaning away from the claws and countering. You could get around the man, help Natasha, and that would probably be the best option. Just strike them fast and hard, because as strong as they were compared to regular humans or mutants you still had the upper hand.

“You didn’t want to fight when your organization killed countless mutants either,” came the voice from above and a drop of sweat slid down your chin as you saw her. Storm.

“Shit,” you cursed as she shot lightning strikes from the palms of her hands, and you just barely managed to meet them in the middle with your own lightning. “Nobody engage her!” you yelled as Yelena and Clint aimed at Storm. It had to be you.

You took flight, rushing at her with your glaive still strapped to your back. “I know you’re angry, but we don’t want to hurt anyone!” you tried to reason with her, desperately trying not to get into a fight with her. “Oh, who am I kidding, like that ever works,” you sighed and her glare told you you were a hundred percent correct.

~X~

The air crackled with electricity as you and Storm clashed, and Natasha allowed herself a moment to glance toward you when she threw Wolverine against a tree. Could you fight Storm? The woman was one of the most powerful mutants, with powers that for the most part felt like an upgrade of your own, minus the flames and explosions. You flew above her, making sure she couldn’t target them without leaving herself at least slightly open to your counter attack.

Wolverine lunged at her, roaring angrily and slashing almost wildly. The girl was fast, and the adamantium claws made any attempt at blocking futile, but Natasha was vastly more experienced than the 16-year-old Wolverine girl. Her dodges were precise, merely half an inch out of Laura’s range, thus giving her perfect opportunities to get in and strike, yet compassion for the girl’s childhood prevented her from inflicting unnecessary pain, from shooting even though the girl would heal.

Behind her the rest of the team engaged in combat with Warpath, she could hear bullets and arrows flying, she could hear Steve’s shield striking Warpath’s vibranium knives. One on one Warpath would overwhelm a lot of people, with his size, strength and speed, but fighting a team that had a bit below average teamwork was a whole other story.

Natasha blocked another slash, always aiming at the girl’s wrists when she was blocking and swept the girl off her feet, aiming to restrain her as quickly as possible. But then Laura did a backflip and just as her foot was about to pass by Natasha’s neck a claw burst out of the foot. Natasha’s eyes widened and she just barely leaned back, the claw drawing blood from her chin.

Laura crouched down, her claws ready as she stared at Natasha, focused, ready to kill, looking eerily similar to how Natasha was in the Red Room at that age, reckless, filled with self-hatred. In ways it was like looking in the mirror. An agile, deadly fighter whose abilities were most suited for assassinations but could be used in direct combat just as well. It truly was ironic, but the girl was more tired than Natasha was, and that would eventually decide.

A loud sound of thunder and explosion made them both look up and they saw you and Storm clashing in mid-air, the wind Storm was manipulating made the ribbons of flames and lightning whirl behind you as you flew in, your glaive raised and ready, colliding the exploding blade with a small tornado Storm quickly formed. The wind was picking up as the two of you clashed, almost like a force of nature was clashing with someone who would sooner rather than later become a force of nature herself.

“You’ve seen nothing,” Laura told her, smirking a bit, but Natasha had her own reason to be confident.

“Neither have you three,” she said, because sure, Storm wasn’t going all out, but you haven’t gone into that overdrive form of yours either.

~X~

The man in front of them, Warpath, James Proudstar, was surprisingly fast, as Steve realized when he just barely had time to raise his shield and block the man’s sudden attempt to tackle him to the ground. The shield absorbed the strike, it took much harder hits, Tony’s lasers, as well as Thor’s hammer, and Steve barely felt the initial strike, but Warpath began pushing, which, while more effective also made him an easy target. The mutant was strong, but he was by no means Hulk.

Steve took a step back and pulled his shield in before backhanding Warpath’s arms away, making the man stumble back. Sam flew up from behind and began shooting, his bullets striking Warpath’s chest only for them to bounce off Warpath’s chest. “You have got to be shitting me,” Sam’s jaw dropped and from the corner of his eyes he saw Yelena putting her guns away as she slid across the ground and kicked the back of Warpath’s knee. Clint shot an arrow which released a large net additionally slowing Warpath down.

Steve used the moment to strike the man’s chin with his shield and followed up by grabbing Warpath’s other leg and lifting it, toppling the mutant just as Sam flew in and kicked Warpath’s chest. It was far from over though, as Warpath tore through the cable net and wiped a bit of blood from his lip.

“You’re open,” he said with a smirk and Steve’s eyes widened as he realized what he meant. Bucky was just standing there, still not well enough to fight back in any efficient way, not against someone like Warpath, so, he rushed between Warpath and Bucky, blocking the initial two punches before Warpath swung from the side, taking advantage of Steve not being able to block from every direction. Steve blocked that strike too, but Warpath struck from the other side, his fist aimed at Steve’s open side.

Steve watched, almost as if in slow motion, as the other fist headed for his side. He tried to move his shield in time, but moments before impact Warpath was tackled to the side as Bucky pushed him onto the ground and began striking him with his metal arm.

“Bucky!” Steve exclaimed, pulling him off Warpath before the mutant could counterattack.

“Well, maybe not as open as I thought,” Warpath rubbing his chin, but as he was about to get up a large tree flew right between him and Steve and Bucky.

~X~

You managed to block the tree Storm threw at you with a powerful wind blast but it still send you to the ground. “Now that was uncalled for,” you gritted your teeth, blasting the tree into smithereens with lightning as you glared at Storm. The powerful winds surrounded you, and the remains of the tree threatened to scratch you before you lit them up with your flames, turning the pieces of wood into ashes and engulfing the tornado surrounding you in flames.

Storm flew toward you, her body protected by an armor made of wind and lightning that shredded anything in its path, forcing you to fly up to avoid her. You flew toward the forest, cutting one of the trees down and pushing it toward Storm, she didn’t even blink, just shredded through it like it was made of paper, hell, she used a blast of wind to send the remains of the tree at you. You swung your glaive, burning the splinters to ashes. Another wind blast redirected your flames behind you and you were forced to counter Storm’s lightning blasts with your own as you flew deeper into the forest and out of her sight.

“Well, if you’re doing that by spinning the lightning with the wind,” you muttered to yourself and tried making the lightning spin around you in the opposite direction. It wasn’t fast enough, not yet, and you quickly stopped doing it as Storm caught up to you and made you fly above the trees to avoid a powerful lightning blast sent your way.

You hovered in mid-air as Storm flew at you again and you suddenly engulfed yourself in bright flames making her cover her eyes just for a moment. It was enough though, as you focused lightning only around your fist instead of your entire body, making it just fast enough to cancel out Storm’s own rotating lightning and wind. Her eyes widened as you smirked at her and struck her with the dull side of your glaive, sending her flying to the ground.

She still recovered, flipping in mid-air and landing on one knee on the ground, unharmed. Her eyes flashing white as tornadoes descended from the clouds and surrounded you, lightning struck from your side and you, your hand engulfed in spinning lightning, caught it and shattered it into smaller bursts of electricity. “Thanks for this,” you said, lifting your hand to show her. “It’ll definitely come in handy.”

“That won’t work on me again,” she told you as tornadoes closed in on you.

“Then this will have to,” you said, your ribbons burning up behind you at a rapid pace, indicating you were about to go into overdrive.

But before you could transform Storm stopped, the tornadoes vanished, and she raised her hand. “Stop,” she said and you noticed Wolverine and Warpath stopping immediately in the middle of their fights with Natasha and others. “Charles will see them,” she said, clearly annoyed but respecting the man’s decision.

You flew back down and took in the state everyone was in. Wolverine was healing from a nasty kick Natasha landed on her face, busting her lower lip open, Warpath took his own fair share of the hits, and despite how easily she recovered there was a small trickle of blood coming from the corner of Storm’s mouth. Your side was in similar state, a few bruises and smaller cuts, but overall you were all fine. The worst any of you got hurt was your right fist getting a few cuts when you struck Storm’s wind and lightning armor.

“Thanks,” you said, figuring it would be better to lower the tensions right now.

~X~

You were guided from the forest to what looked like a hybrid between urban architecture and nature, it looked like the buildings were adapted to the island, seamlessly merged with trees and stones. As you walked down the main street you stared in silent awe at tree roots and branches running through buildings. It looked like someone or something managed to merge post-apocalyptic depictions of nature taking over cities and modern architecture.

Eventually you reached a building at the end of the street, a school, from the looks of it, and there, at the entrance sat the man you came to see, Charles Xavier, Professor X.

“Come, come, I apologize for the more hostile welcome,” he said, turning his chair around and driving it into the building as you and the team, surrounded by Storm, Warpath and Wolverine followed him.

“This looks more like we are being arrested than welcomed,” Yelena pointed out quietly.

“I assure you, those are not our intentions,” Charles stated, and Natasha narrowed her eyes, Yelena was too far for him to hear her, so he was actively using his abilities on all of you. No thoughts, no intentions, nothing could be hidden from Charles Xavier. “You’ve come here seeking help for Mr. Barnes,” and he just proved it yet again as he guided you all to the dining hall of the school.

Steve stepped to the front. “I heard you can help him,” Charles nodded, and you could see Steve’s entire posture relaxing as relief flooded him. Even if Charles refused to help just knowing there was a way to fix Barnes’ mind was enough for Steve.

Charles observed Steve, studied him for a few moments. “You don’t need to offer me anything, Mr. Rogers, it would be a shame not to help someone who suffered as much as Mr. Barnes, I would, however, appreciate having a private conversation with Miss L/N before I help him.”

You raised an eyebrow at that, not sure what he could possibly want from you. “Sure,” you said, following him into another room and leaving a tense atmosphere in the dining room. “What can I do for you?” you asked as you leaned back against the wall.

Charles looked outside the window. “I’ve come to learn Logan once asked you to join the X-Men, many years ago,” that surprise you, but you remembered that encounter, it was before you even joined S.H.I.E.L.D.

You folded your arms, squeezing them tightly. “You let Magneto do whatever he pleases,” you remembered that day clearly. The screams, the death and flames all around you. You were by no means weak anymore, you could fight back, but nothing you’ve ever done compared to what Magneto did that day. It was a natural disaster striking in an instance and taking everything from you.

Charles turned around, observing you, and it didn’t take a genius to know he just saw your memories. “I can’t excuse Erik’s actions, and I admit I share the blame for not stopping him. Erik had just learnt that his wife was killed four years prior, and worse than that that she had given birth to his children. Rage and despair consumed him, the loss of his love, the realization that he’d never find his children, they drove him mad, and your home paid the price. It’s no excuse, but it might offer you a closure,” Charles told you, his voice warm and filled with compassion.

Somehow you weren’t as surprised as you thought you’d be. Deep down you probably knew the moment you saw the speedster. “I’ve met them.” You said, and for the first time he looked surprised. “Mutants, one of them is a speedster, the other can move things with her mind. The man looks exactly like Magneto,” you said and could see recognition in Charles mind.

“There’s no doubt about it. The girl looks exactly like Magda,” he confirmed your suspicions.

“Was that all?” you asked, and he shook his head, suddenly getting a lot more serious.

“I’m sure you’ve noticed Storm isn’t as powerful as she once was,” you had some suspicions, but you weren’t sure if it was her holding back, perhaps to avoid damaging the island more than necessary, or if it was something else. “We’ve unfortunately discovered that there are side-effects to being exposed to the depowering methods S.H.I.E.L.D. has utilized.”

It felt like the whole room began spinning as Charles continued talking, telling you the truth about the serum you’ve been injected with for seven years. You sat down, eyes wide and heart beating wildly, painfully in your chest as he approached you and patted your shoulder. Frankly it was an empty gesture, considering the bomb he verbally dropped on you.

He left the room and you followed after him, managing to slip on a mask of indifference. No one on the team was allowed to know about this.

“Please lie down on the table, Mr. Barnes,” Charles instructed and Steve helped Barnes settle down onto the table. You could feel Natasha’s eyes on you and smiled, reassuring her that everything was fine while you were barely holding yourself together.

Charles got behind Barnes’ head and touched it, closing his eyes. It only took him a couple of minutes before he pulled his hand away.

Barnes abruptly sat up, breathing heavily on the table and clutching the side of his head. “I,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I remember everything.”

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[sublimeaxolotls]

LEX LUTHOR X GN!READER HEADCANONS

this was gonna be one long post of general hcs + some bits of nonbinary/transmasc reader but i decided to split it into two so this is part 1, kinda a mix of actual x reader and my own hcs lol sorry. but 2nd part will be out sometime, just know they're in the same continuity(to me, at least)

reader studied liberal arts or smth not stem bc i think it has more opportunity for Lex's characterization lol. also set after the events of the movie, no need to worry about the pocket dimension (^^)b

He probably initially finds you intriguing(or annoying) because you don't actively fawn over him the way most of the public probably does. It's hard to feed into his narcissism when you don't really care you're talking to the biggest tech billionaire in Metropolis

When you actually do get the chance to talk and have dinner, he soaks in all the attention and (to him, simple) questions about his company and technology, which only gives him the impression you aren't as smart as you seemed when you first met

As the conversation shifts to your line of work, Lex quickly realizes this is not the case

You're just as passionate(but not as condescending) talking about your field as he is, and he is equally as lost in the conversation as you were

You're able to rattle of themes and motifs, cues of subtext and visual storytelling from books, films, or theater he's never heard of, and if he has, you clearly understand them to a degree that puts him to shame. He only vaguely recalls the definition of the theory you're explaining, and barely remembers history outside of major events or conflicts; much less a particular social development you know too much about

It's not very often that he feels there might not be one way to be the smartest person in the room- and because of that mutual respect and interest, he'd be comfortable getting close to you

Now I'll be honest, I don't think Lex is built for a traditional romantic relationship sorryy

I just think your emotional and intellectual connection is his priority, and any romantic feelings are an added bonus (can you tell i'm aromantic lol)

I won't get too nsft but this man is not a sex fiend, like you'll have sex, but it's not a need in his relationships(you cannot convince me he was having sex with eve, sorry)

He's a huge switch, but he won't fully sub for you, subtop is gonna be the closest he gets

actually, don't put this man in any BDSM relationship, he does not have the emotional vulnerability for it

Lex doesn't have sex in his office, either. He won't do it anywhere the two of you could be caught, especially within the company building. He's gained the utmost respect from his employees, and he won't have it ruined just because someone decided to get handsy in his office.

Forgot about my bush statement. I stand by that Lex Luthor is a bush enjoyer. If you jumpscare him with bald pussy he will be disappointed

ANYWAY regardless of your relationship- once he's comfortable, Lex just likes to be around you. He's not necessarily clingy, but he's certainly attached to you

He doesn't care for pda, he's a private person

In any public space- the LuthorCorp tower, a formal event (with you as his plus one), anywhere you could be seen by prying eyes -he's very reserved, only keeping his hand on your hip or the small of your back, brushing his lips against your temple when talking to you

All his affection is revealed once the two of you are alone hehe

Y'know those headcanon prompts of "where do they like to kiss you?" I think he mainly goes for the temple and your neck, then your cheek

Every time he kisses you it starts off reserved but as soon as you reciprocate, he kisses like he's trying to get as close to you as possible

While he likes to be physically close to you, I wouldn't say cuddling is particularly common. It's more small touches, leaning against one another, or coming up behind you to wrap an arm or two around your waist

Actual cuddling is for when at least one of you is exhausted or about to fall asleep. This is when Lex Luthor is clingy, when he's laying next to you half asleep

Obviously this man being rich as hell, he will (attempt to) spoil you

Once you become "official," he'll take you shopping and surprise you with expensive jewelry and dates; but honestly? it's a lot

Being gifted something that caught your eye but very expensive was nice, but weekly? and anything you looked a little too long at? After a few weeks, you had to put your foot down.

Be ready to explain that you just don't need these expensive gifts, even if he means well. It just feels like you're taking advantage of his money, as if you're only around him for his wealth(you're not)

Whatever his intentions may be, the very fact that you bring it up, that you don't want it, it's enough to make him pause, considering for a second that being around him may just be enough for you

After having that conversation he'd probably view anyone jumping at the opportunity to spend his money as a red flag. He wouldn't try to stop them, but he knows not to fully trust them. Even more reason to keep you around, you won't take advantage of him <3

Being a business/tech guy I don't think Lex understands or has any hobbies. What's the point of doing something if you're not going to be the absolute best at it? and needing to practice something? don't get me started.

If you play an instrument, make art, or even play a sport he'll ask why that isn't your career or if you've considered monetizing your hobby

Then you have to explain that part of it being a "hobby" is that you don't need to be the best, the activity alone is satisfying

please find this man a hobby

If he plays an instrument, it's definitely because he played as a child, I'm not sure he'd have the patience to learn as an adult(that involves being actively bad, which I don't think he can stomach)

god forbid he asks you to teach him

This man lowkey doesn't have an artistic bone in his body, give him a paint by numbers kit idk

I do think you'd force him to go on a pottery painting date and decorate ceramic mugs for each other

He obviously has a LuthorCorp branded mug for his office, but he keeps the one you painted in his apartment(it's his favorite) for only him to see☺️☺️

I think you could get Lex into miniature modeling, like building whole houses or landscapes. It requires precision, math, thorough understanding of the materials, and minimal artistic talent, he'd be great at it

He'd definitely figure out how to build a working roller-coaster, or hell, a remote-controlled gundam just because making houses was too easy. He fully commits to whatever project he starts, and the finished model is nothing short of perfection (kinda defeats the purpose, but at least he's doing something)

not sure how to end this but tldr: Lex needs someone that will stimulate him intellectually and emotionally, get this guy to touch grass and give him new experiences outside his bubble of employees and corporate offices and I think he'll love you for that

let me know any spelling/grammatical errors or just your thoughts !! rbs are deeply appreciated & i promise to get the 2nd part out soon! i cannot let my fellow trans reader-insert enjoyers down o7

[thepeaklegendoffirstgen]

Headcanons of Vinji as a boyfriend please. 🥺

Welcome to the resident tsundere: Vin Jin. He’ll proudly tell you he hated you at first, and he won’t even try to sugarcoat it. Yet somehow, your “ugly ass” won his heart. Calm down, boy.

Dating him? An absolute riot. There’s never a dull moment. Even the most mundane things turn into a masterclass in clownery with this guy.

He’s the type of boyfriend who’ll hoist you up on his shoulders in public if you’re walking too slow not because he’s trying to be romantic, but because “ugh, you’re too slow” (read: he doesn’t want you to get tired). Like I said...tsundere🌱

He’s awkward with physical touch in the beginning. Thinks it's for losers and swears he’s above all that. But the transition? A chaotic mess. One day he’ll randomly grab your hand, mutter something like “you’re such a dunce,” all while absolutely spiraling because he just really wanted to hold your hand. Then come the hugs, then the kisses, and before you know it, he’s a clingy, shameless mess who lives off your affection and won't let go.

Dates are usually arcades or gaming marathons, but he’ll tone it down for traditional stuff if you want. He might even act like a gentleman, might.

You are his number one fan. Even if you're not. He’s decided it’s true. You’re the first person he goes to when he writes a new rap. And sure, part of him will sulk if you give honest criticism, but deep down, he’s genuinely grateful you didn’t sugarcoat it. Even if he did curse you out in the process.

Vin Jin will feed you like it’s his personal mission. If you're down or refusing to eat, he won’t tolerate it. He’ll show up with food and make you eat. On dates? He pays no matter the amount. It’s his way of showing love, something he picked up from Seongji, who never let him go hungry. Food is his love language.

If you’re sad or feeling low, don’t expect comfort in words. But he’ll wrap himself around you and stay until you feel okay again. If someone hurt you? Pray for that person. One day, when things are quiet—not peaceful, just quiet—he might open up about Cheonliang and Seongji. Don’t say anything. Don’t coddle him. Just hold his hand. That moment will be etched in his heart forever.

Also… he will gift you toilet paper💀 He thinks it’s the most thoughtful gift until Mary smacks some sense into him.

Overall, Vin Jin is a boy who tries to act like a baddie but fails miserably because he’s a total dumbass with a big heart. A lover and a fighter. Buckle up. You’re in for a chaotic, loving ride. Because he is the embodiment of "You are only a hater unless you are in love"🤭

[proxyxxx]

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐀𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢

Denji x fem reader

- As an adult, Denji has grown cautious. He’s learned to read people and become less trusting. His old recklessness has morphed into a kind of street-smart audacity — the sort that helps those who grew up rough survive. He rarely charges headfirst into fights anymore; most of the time, he avoids physical confrontations altogether, intimidating others with just a glare and his aura. There’s a lingering skepticism in his eyes — sad as it is to admit, Denji has grown up, hardened against his will, and armored himself against the world. The pain of losing those close to him has locked his heart away behind seven locks.

- He often has nightmares. He wakes up drenched in sweat, tangled in the sheets, sometimes screaming. Gasping for air, he trembles through the aftershocks before crawling into your arms. You stroke his light hair, whisper soothing words — and only then does he drift back to sleep. You often suggest seeing a doctor to help him, but he just scowls and insists he’s fine. He sees no point — he’s memorized every one of his nightmares by now.

- Adult Denji has learned to save money. Not because he’s become some financially savvy Wall Street wolf — he just realized how nice it feels to buy ice cream without a second thought. That became his motivation. It’s comforting to know he can afford bread tomorrow, or slightly fancier shampoo. Over time, he got the hang of it and realized that managing money right means he can take his girl on nice dates or buy her little trinkets that make her smile.

- In his head, he often talks to Power. Not that she’s some kind of authority — those honors would probably go to Aki. It’s just that sometimes, he misses his old self — the carefree, scrawny idiot with sharp elbows and ribs visible under his skin. So he bickers with Power in his mind and brags to her that he’s finally touched real boobs.

- He still works as a hunter, but half-heartedly, cutting corners and skipping shifts. He prefers normal, human jobs — sometimes as a mover, sometimes a janitor. All he wants is to live decently: not starve, sleep peacefully, and, of course, have love in his life. He’d rather go to the movies with you than lie in a pool of blood after a brawl. His priorities shifted around age nineteen — Denji realized he promised Pochita to live his best life, and in his eyes, the best life is a quiet, well-fed one.

- Dating girls… was tricky. Sure, Denji has learned to understand emotions, but he still says out loud what others wouldn’t even dare think. His tongue is a razor, and he couldn’t care less about taboos. Sometimes he realizes too late that he’s said too much — but by then, the damage is done.

- The way he fell for you… was strange. At first, it was your looks — he liked your hair. He wanted to bury his nose in it, run his fingers through it. But the real world isn’t all sunshine: you snapped at him for staring, he shot back with "Can’t I?", and you ended up fighting over nothing. Then it turned out he was your neighbor…

- Denji is incredibly affectionate. Yeah, he looks like a sharp-toothed jackal, but he still kisses hesitantly, as if asking for permission — even months into your relationship.

- His sexuality is a mix of desire and awkwardness. His persistence and the way he whispers tenderly in your ear drives you wild. "I want you, but… you sure you want this too? ‘Cause I—I mean, just say if you change your mind, okay?" He hates pressuring people — dominance isn’t his thing. After craving human warmth for so long, forcing affection is the last thing he’d ever do.

- Surprisingly tender when caring for you. He’ll nurse you back to health, feed you soup, carry you to the bath if needed. He’ll wash you, change you into clean clothes, reheat broth. Sometimes he stays awake just to lazily trace the back of your hand with his finger or swap out the compress on your forehead. He hardly ever gets sick himself — wounds heal fast, colds avoid him. Even if he goes out in a T-shirt in winter, the flu steers clear.

- You remember your first time. Despite Denji’s efforts, it was a disaster. But that’s love — it teaches patience, so you didn’t laugh, just decided to teach him the delicate art of intimacy. Over time, he became more attentive in bed. Awkwardness gave way to confidence — Denji’s a good student. He aced the theory; now he’s acing the practice.

- Denji loves kissing — for hours, even. To him, it’s a form of relaxation that doesn’t have to lead to sex. But there’s one moment that always sparks the prelude — when, at your request, he pulls off his T-shirt, and you stare at his messy hair and flushed cheeks.

- He adores when you touch his hair. He goes pliant, even closes his eyes, letting out quiet, teeth-clenched moans. He gets flustered but turned on when he hears your sounds. "Don’t stay quiet," he pleads, sometimes holding back just to watch your face and listen to you.

- If you’re on top, he stares at you, spellbound. His gaze is hot but full of adoration — almost puppy-like. It embarrasses you to no end, but it also drives you crazy.

- Addicted to cola. Later became addicted to Fanta. Loves soda to death, especially trying new flavors. Those neon-blue drinks? Fascinating. When you grumble that it’s pure chemicals, he grumbles back, "It’s blackberry Fanta, okay?!"

- Sleeps naked in summer—"natural ventilation" and all that. In winter? Strictly pajamas. His body still remembers those freezing nights in that rickety old house, so some habits won’t die. It’s sad — you’d think enough time has passed.

- Surprisingly, Denji’s got golden hands. He can build a sturdy stool following a YouTube tutorial, fix a leaky faucet, or replace a cracked kitchen backsplash tile. He’s baffled by your amazement. "It’s not that hard," he says.

- Does what you ask immediately. It’s almost unsettling — you avoid bothering him when he’s busy because if you ask him to take out the trash, he’ll drop everything and do it. Your surprise amuses him. "What’s the big deal?" he mutters.