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[writing-munchies]

NSFW HC'S— Daisuke, Cam, Chance & Tony x GN!Reader (MDNI)

A/N: I have found out that listening to Meghan is the best way to get me to write smut, bigger in texas is so damn good. Sorry for any mistakes as English isn't my first language:-]

WC: 4K

Daisuke

Whenever he has the even shortest window available to be with you, he will initiate. Sometimes, he’ll even let you pull him from his work, a very rare sight, though.

Calls you so many lovely pet names, ‘my love’, ‘my everything’, ‘my world’, will press a kiss on your temple as he does so.

Whatever you do, do not ask to fuck in the kitchen counters, he can fuck you just as well on a table if you’re craving it that badly.

He has to see your face when he’s balls deep inside you, loves seeing how your face contorts into such expressions as he drives his cock in and out of you; he leaks pre inside every time you look at him with teary eyes.

This man loves using his fingers on you. One time you took your hands in his and admired how slender and long they were compared to yours, he was flattered by your compliment. He fingered you for 3 hours that night, the feeling of you writhing on his lap, your ass grinding down on his hard on as he feels your hole clench down on his fingers, broken moans of his name slipping from your lips just has him on cloud nine and his dick harder than it has ever been.

When it’s late in the night—which is usually when you two have sex— and you’re being a little too loud as the head of his cock keeps brushing against the spot inside that has you seeing stars, he puts those pretty fingers in your mouth to shush you with a, “my love, I don’t want anyone else to hear you like this,” yes he does stroke his dick to cum on your stomach with that hand on purpose; your saliva coating his fingers is just so erotic to him.

Has a real bad fixation with your mouth. Make out sessions with him will last for at least an hour, will not let your tongue go. Especially after you gave him a blowjob, or he fucked your mouth, loves to taste himself on your tongue, does the same for you whenever his mouth is coated with your cum. When you have his cum on your face, instead of cleaning it up on the spot he just wipes it across your lips with his thumb, you look gorgeous like that.

This man loves giving head, especially by having your thighs around his head, he’ll pull you up from your hips;

AFAB; he’ll pull you up from your hips, lock your thighs around his head and his tongue will go to town on your clit, even if his tongue is busy fucking in and out of you, his thumb will never leave your clit. Wants your cum and slick to coat his mouth, will not stop until your hands can’t even tug on his hair from how much you’re shaking and whining from overstimulation, this man will eat you out like he’s been starving for pussy.

AMAB; he’ll pull your bottom half up by your thighs, anchor you by gripping your ass and taking your dick in his mouth in one go. He has no gag reflex, which is very advantageous, as he will not stop until you’re shooting blanks down his throat. He makes so much noise when he’s sucking you off, he is starving for even a drop of pre, of course his hold on your ass or thighs will harden as you’re about to cum and your hips start bucking, he wants every last drop that he can milk out of your—to him, very ‘pretty’— dick. 

He has one guilty pleasure, and that's fucking on the floor. As long as you’re comfortable with it, especially on a cold night, he just loves the contrast of the temperature and how even though you have so many places to shy away from his touch when you’re overstimulated his body caging you in makes it impossible and that makes his dick so hard he can feel all the blood rushing to it.

Loves getting his hair pulled, especially as he’s cumming inside of you, the added stimulation makes him whimper your name quietly as his dick is pumping cum inside of you. Loves to thrust one more time just to see his cum gush out of your hole.

If you propose to pop his cherry—take his anal virginity—he won’t be opposed at all, whether it’s with a dildo, strap or your own dick, God he just loves taking any kind of pleasure from you. Pulling his hair especially becomes more of a turn on when you’re fucking him from behind, smack his ass every once in a while if you want to hear him cry out your name.

Will cry during sex when he’s overwhelmed, whether he’s topping or bottoming. When he’s topping, being inside you for the first time already has his nerves fried, but when you keep tightening around him, telling him that you love him, oh his dick has never hurt from how hard it was before. When bottoming, tell him how good he’s sucking you in and how pretty he looks while hitting his prostate again and again, and he’ll be a crying mess.

He actually prefers to go slow and deep, but when he’s inside you, and you’re looking at him like that, he can’t stop his hips from fucking you so hard that he can feel his thighs going sore. 

Body worshiper, will be telling you how handsome/beautiful/gorgeous you look with the most soft, smitten tone as his dick is drilling inside you so deep that you’re seeing stars behind your eyes.

Tease him about how he moans your name if you want to see him blush. Tell him how the entire house knows just how whiny he gets when you’re bouncing on his dick, tell him how cute his whimpers sound after a blowjob, about how the entire house now knows how fast you make him cum with your mouth, touch his tip and watch him cum with a quiet whimper on the spot for a second time right after his first.

Fucks real good, but he gets so shy when you're direct. Instead of flowering your words, tell him to fuck you or how good his dick feels inside of you, and he’ll flush red from top to bottom. The way his dick throbs inside you and the way his grip tightens on your hips tells you he likes it, though.

He is genuinely so loving even when having sex, his arms will always be around you, your bodies will always be flush against each other, and he’ll always press a kiss on your eyelids or your temple when he calls you one of his lovely pet names.

Exceptionally good aftercare, will bathe you, will lie you down on your bed, trail your whole body with kisses as he massages your body. Will even bring you food, he has it at the ready. Even has some lotion to really up the feeling and effectiveness of the massage, will pamper you with cuddles. 10000/10. 

Cam

This man not only initiates, he tells you he wants to bend you over the table and fuck you ‘till you forget your own name. No playing around, he gets straight to the point.

If you give him the okay, he will be ripping those clothes off your body, and he’ll latch his mouth onto your nipple the second they are visible.

He is very direct. He’ll be kissing your neck, telling you how he wants to see you crying on his cock, your hips bucking up as he’s pumping his cum inside you.

This man hates to see you go but loves to watch you leave, his eyes never leave your ass and legs.

He loves giving head, but the image of you on your knees, his cock fill,ng you up, the look on your face as you feel his cock throb against your tongue… oh there’s nothing like it. He’ll let you suck him off for a bit, but for you two, a blowjob always ends up with him fucking your mouth. Loves seeing his cum on your face, he’ll lick his lips as his dick gets hard again just at the sight, “open up,” and he’s cumming down your throat again; gripping your jaw and telling you to swallow, he wants to see you do it.

When he’s giving head he will be licking your sex through your underwear, this man loves to do this when you have jeans on the most though:

AMAB; his tongue will never leave your tip, teases you about how much pre you’re leaking. His hand will stroke you through the fabric, biting his lip when he sees your pre stain your underwear/jeans, gets so horny at how reactive your cock is. Loves how it throbs against his fingers, will be licking through the fabric too, makes sure to take your cock out when you warn him that you’re close, making sure to suck on your tip as his hands squeeze and palm your balls. Cum all over his face and he’ll be chirpy all day.

AFAB; Licks you through your underwear as he keeps you still with an iron grip on your thighs. Sucking on your clit through the cloth as he buries his head between your legs. When he tastes some slick through the damp fabric, whimpers, grinds his tongue down harder. His fingers will come in too, just stroking your cunt up and down as he keeps pressing his tongue down on your clit, will be licking your underwear after you cum.

So many, so, so many marks all over your back and inner thighs. This man loves to hear you squeal or cry out when he’s driving his cock in and out of you so deep you can feel every vein grinding down inside, he’ll suck on your neck, will hear you moan, then bite down to hear you squeal his name as he finds the spot that makes you mess when he drills his cock into it a few times.

Cam loves to just go deep, as deep as he can, as deep as it takes for you to throw your head back and your hips start stuttering with how hard he’s driving his cock inside of you. He wants to hear you cry, wants to feel you tighten around him with every little thing he’s telling you, like how he should just tie you up and keep you only for himself as he uses your body to get off, or how he wants to watch you ruin yourself on his dick !till he’s shooting blanks inside you; he’s insatiable.

His hands will never leave your ass if you’re riding him, whether you’re facing him or not, his hands will never leave your ass. Smacks it hard when you slow down, pinches it when he knows you’re close, snapping his hips up as you’re cumming just to watch you squirm. He’ll make sure there are nail marks on your ass by the time he’s done with you.

Loves to bite down on… anywhere on your body, really. Your inner thighs the most, especially when he’s giving you head, he’ll kiss and bite before his tongue even touches your sex, his eyes will never leave yours as he’s doing this. Loves to bite down on your ass, neck, and the middle of your chest, it’s just so damn hot to him.

Cam enjoys humping more when you’re both naked, he’ll get on top of you, his arms hugging you as his hips grind his dick down on your sex, he loves grinding down in circles as that gives him the most stimulation. He loves fucking your thighs, will tap your ass with his palm and tell you to, “get ‘em ready for my cock, I missed doing this with you, fuck…” His dick gets so hard off this, the way your thighs slick up as his pre is smeared all over them, his nails digging into your waist as he thrusts until he’s cumming, making sure his tip is flush against your thighs to coat your inner thighs and make you, in a way.

Not at all opposed to using toys on himself, he’ll have a vibrator deep inside him as he’s fucking you, whining as his hips stutter and his cock strains inside you when you up the setting of the vibrator. Will let you fuck him with a dildo, he’s not sure about a full on strap/dick, but he will try anything once with you. He gets so whiny when you get the toy inside him as deep as he fucks you, mimicking the pace he usually uses on you and cooing at him when he starts to whine out your name, becomes a mess under you rather easily with that.

Puts a pillow under your hips to make sure you feel every inch of him as he’s driving his cock inside in one thrust. His hands never leave your clit/dick when he’s inside you, always rubbing/stroking your sex as he fucks into you, wants to watch you come undone under him.

His aftercare isn’t the best but not the worst either, he’s fine. He’ll get you anything you want, but he’ll mostly be answering you in grunts and unintelligible noises, will insist on cuddling with all of his limbs tight around you like he’s an octopus. 

Chance

He’ll initiate after a really good G&G session, but other than that, if you ask him to, he’s almost always up for it.

Role-play, come on, he’s into this. Show him the kind of costume you want on those sex role-play character sheets he’s making, and he will get a boner on the spot.

Take the sex role-play session he crafted with so much care seriously, and he’ll be so deep with his dick pumping cum inside of you, you’ll see stars behind your eyes as his cock just won’t stop throbbing inside, this man cums a lot and especially when he’s emotionally invested.

He blushes a lot and all over his body, one whine of his name as he’s taking your clothes off and now 60% of his body is red. 

He gets so horny if, in an RP where you’re royalty, and he’s your knight, and you’re sucking his dick as he sits on your throne. The power of it all, combined with how good your throat tightens around his dick when he whines and bucks his hips, the way your hands play with his balls as his pitch gets higher and higher, a mess above you.

He loves a good RP session, he writes down how you sucked him off, the sounds you made as he fucked into you, the dialogue that was said and later strokes his cock to it when he’s re-reading it. He can never control just how fast his fist gets when he reads about how your legs locked him in place when he warned you he was close just to make him cum inside you, and now it makes him cum the second he finishes reading the sentence.

If you’re up for it, while in one of your private sessions, he’ll narrate as you masturbate in front of him. Stuttering and whimpering involuntarily when you cum, begging you to let him lick it all off of you, loves cleaning you up. Will narrate and tell you just how gorgeous you look when you’re so close, how your sex reacts to his voice when he says something horny, how he’d feel so good inside you and from there it snowballs into him fucking into you while whimpering and holding you in his arms.

Will dirty talk in character, like in the previous Royalty and Knight one, he’ll tell you how unashamedly you’re taking someone’s cock that isn’t even royalty, how if you keep this up you’ll just become a commoner hole for everyone with enough wit and charm to cum into. Reply in character and oh, he’s cumming on the spot. His hips will just start snapping down into your hole, going so deep and slow you can feel every drag of his cock as he bullies your sweet spot ‘till he’s filling you up with his cum.

Somehow you two always ends up either with his head between your legs or with him balls deep inside of you. It’s rare for him to break character ever but when he’s so close, and you’re so fucking tight like you’re trying to milk him for all his worth, his hips lose their consistent rhythm, and he’ll start fucking into you like he’s using you to get off, like he wants your insides to be painted white with his cum.

Get real close to him, your fingers plying with the hem of his pants as he looks at you with a blush ready on his cheeks, tell hi how badly you want to put on a show for the others with him. How you want them to see how good his cock treats you, how full it gets you, how you want them to see the way he cries and snaps his hips down with desperation when he’s so close, and he’s getting a boner on the spot.

Would actually love to fuck in a closet, closed spaces and the way your bodies just have to be flush against each other just gets him so turned on.

Always checks up on you after, getting you food, clean towels, water, and cuddles. He’ll cuddle up to you rambling about some of the ideas he’ had and after a while you’ll feel his hard on grinding down on your ass and his lips on your neck, he’s a bit insatiable. Good aftercare, he’s a little freaky with it even when you’re supposed to be resting, but not bad at all.

Tony

He will initiate, and he will initiate with style, he’ll gently grab you by the hips, give a peck, “give me some sugar, missed your sweetness in my mouth, yeah?”

Direct, he isn’t shy at all, he’ll say that he wants to fuck you ‘till every pump of his cum has you whimpering his name and means it.

Holds you by your thighs as he’s fucking into you, the way you clench so tight around him when he hits that spot like you told him to do, has his dick leaking inside you. Loves how your tongue peeks out with every whimper and whine leaving your mouth, he thinks it's cute and sexy as hell at the same time.

Has an oral fixation. Has to have his dick in your mouth at least once a day, or he won’t be able to function properly. He’ll anchor himself with his hand on the back of your head and just fuck your mouth, throwing his head back as his hips buck into your mouth with every drag of his cock against your tongue. Will drag his cock along your tongue after he’s done cumming down your throat, just to watch you drool on his tip, that has him hard again in five seconds.

Loves to fuck you from behind, his chest flush against your back as his arms are wrapped against you, his hips flush against your ass as he drives his cock in and out of in a pace that has your head spinning. Makes sure the tip of his cock hits your spot, he did promise to make you a dumb drooling mess on his dick after all, and Tony keeps his promises.

Let him fuck your mouth after a long day while stroking the base while squeezing and massaging his balls, “fuck, babe, you want me to lose my mind or somethin’?”, and if you moan around it afterward, taking it all in one go all the way down your throat he just might cum on the spot while his thighs shake from the stimulation.

Sometimes he’ll just get you on his lap, palm your sex through your clothes while making out with you, his hands slipping down your underwear and taking it off with ease. He wants to make you cum only by fingering you, maybe he’ll touch your clit/cock, but he won’t let you cum any other way. He wants to feel that hole tightens around his fingers, he wants to hear you whine his name, grip his arms as his fingers just don’t stop after you’ve already come, the noises your slick/the lube along with his spit covered fingers are making when he’s fucking you with his fingers is like music to his ears. The way you throw your head back onto his shoulders, the way your hips buck up as his fingers never slow down, the way you cry out his name, oh it’s heaven.

Will tell you that you taste sweeter than sugar when he’s giving you head:

AMAB; this man loves sucking on your tip and playing with your balls the most. The way you whine out his name when he takes your dick down in on ego spurs him on so good he starts to hump the ground as he’s sucking you off. Wants to feel every vein with every single drag in and out of his mouth, his hips matching the pace he’s sucking you off with. Cum down his throat, coat his tongue, and he’ll make you suck it all off from his tongue when you’re making out after.

AFAB; Tony eats pussy like he’s been starving for it before he met you, his fingers will always work with his tongue. His thumb will never leave your clit as his tongue’s lapping up every bit of slick comin’ out of your cunt. Loves rubbing your clit as fast as he can while he sticks his tongue inside you deep and just sucks, will also make you suck your cum off of his tongue when you’re making out.

He’s very vocal, cannot shut up when he’s so deep and snug inside you, when you’re fucking yourself on his dick as your ass slams on his hips, ‘sugar’, ‘babe’, and a lot of curses as he grips your hips with his life, trying to stop himself from just slamming his hips down and pump you full of cum himself.

If he sees you naked or catches a nip slip, you’re getting bent over as he holds your arms behind your back and fucks into you, making sure that by the end of it you’re full of cum, just to continue after 5 minutes; to watch his cum drip down your ass and stick to his hips as he drills his cock into you so deep you damn near scream his name.

Wear jeans, and he’ll open the zipper with his teeth to get his tongue on his favorite meal, “open up babe, I’ve been craving some of this honey deep down my throat and coating my tongue”, he loves seeing the way you react to what he says.

Loves that mouth of yours, loves to make out after a good blow job, his hand massaging your nape as he’s moaning your name into your mouth while he bites your bottom lip and sucks on your tongue.

Marks you up all over your body, loves to bite and suck on your back as his cock is making you cum your brains out under him, his hands massaging your ass as his lips latch onto your neck; taking you by the hips and slamming your ass onto his hips to fuck you on his dick like you’re a toy.

Good aftercare! Water, food, towels, kisses, compliments, and cuddles always at the ready. His hands will never leave your body, either roaming or groping you, loves squeezing that ass; his dick throbs a bit when his cum drips down to his fingers as he’s groping your ass. He’ll always tell you he loves you, just a sweetheart, really thankful for you in every way. 1000000/10.

[urprettylildoe]

I'D LET THE WORLD BURN

in which your beloved turns out to be a villain who'd do anything for you.

  ♡

your throat feels dry with terror, though you do manage to find a few words. "Darling?"

he turns around, eyes adoring as he coos, "My love, you're here." He steps closer to you, but you flinch, stepping back. It almost makes him falter. Almost. You'd think that with his silence he was going to get rid of you, but no, you weren't a meaningless obstacle to him. Never were, never will be.

The room is grand, filled to the brim with equipment and odd machinery. You should've known something was wrong with the way he scribbled in his notebook with a crazed intensity in his eyes.

But you never asked, and he never said anything.

"there's no need to be afraid," his voice is softer now as he tries to approach you like a frightened little bunny. "I've built this all for you, for us. Can't you see that my devotion for you knows no bounds?"

You remain silent. He just sighs, his expression growing sad like a kicked puppy.

"I get it, you're confused and that's perfectly okay." His palms cup your cheeks, gazing into your eyes with such earnest love you'd think this wasn't a villain in plain sight. "I just need you to trust me, can you do that?"

Your breath hitches. You could play the part of the heroin, retaliate and stand up for what's right. But...

...you don't want to.

thinking back to all your memories together: kissing, laughing, loving, you realise that maybe you don't need to be the hero in this story. It was messed up on so many levels but you wanted to be selfish, to return the favour of him doing the same with you.

You nod, turning your lips up in a smile which he returned gleefully.

Maybe you just needed to stand by his side and watch the world burn.

[wolfbluebird]

Maybe could we get a Natasha x reader where the team doesn’t know you are together (you are not on the team but know them) and you come home late one middle of night and call her asking if you can come over to hers because don’t want to be alone even though you know she just got back from a mission that afternoon. - gn reader would be great

Only You’d Answer

Natasha Romanoff x gn!reader

A/N: I tried to keep this as accurate to your request as possible, also- I love this whole kind of secret lovers thing, I think it’s so cute.

Word Count: 1.2k

TW: There is none, pure fluff. Which is rare for me.

Men and Minors DNI

It was nearing 2 a.m. when you gave up pretending to sleep.

The rain was still falling — slow and steady, like a lullaby from a world you weren’t invited into tonight. It should’ve been calming, but your flat felt empty in the kind of way that echoed. Quiet wasn’t peaceful. It was loud. Deafening. Crawling up the walls, under your skin. You hadn’t been able to settle since the sun went down.

Your phone screen glowed too bright as you stared down at the one contact you’d been hovering over all night: Nat.

No emojis. No last name. Just those three letters. You’d learned not to label things when it came to her.

You knew she’d just gotten back from a mission. You knew she was probably dead on her feet, bruised and sore and fading into sleep for the first time in god knows how long. You knew calling her — asking to come over — would be selfish.

But you also knew she’d answer.

And so, at 2:07 a.m., with your stomach in knots and your jumper still damp from the rain that clung to the air like ghosts, you hit call.

It rang twice.

“…Hey.”

Her voice was rough, like gravel and warmth all at once.

You swallowed, suddenly unsure. “Did I wake you?”

A pause.

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Nat—”

“You okay?” she asked, sharp now. Alert. Still half in mission-mode.

You let out a shaky breath. “I… I couldn’t sleep. I know you’re exhausted, I just… I didn’t want to be alone tonight.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then: “Where are you?”

“Home. Just—” You paused, gripping the hem of your sleeve. “Could I come over? Just for a bit?”

She didn’t hesitate. “Yeah. Door’ll be open.”

You could’ve cried.

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By the time you got there, the building was quiet. Stark had bought it for the team — tucked away, low-key, far enough from the Compound to feel private but close enough for emergency calls. You’d only been here a handful of times, and never like this.

The door creaked open at your touch. She’d left it unlocked just like she said. Your heart gave a stupid little lurch at that — trust like that from a woman like her meant something.

Her place was dark, save for the low amber glow from the lamp in the corner of the living room. The TV was paused on some black-and-white classic you’d seen her watch before, probably something to help her pretend she wasn’t waiting for sleep.

She was sitting curled on the sofa in an old tee and grey joggers, hair damp from a post-mission shower, a bruised patch blooming faintly beneath her collarbone. You clocked the ice pack on her knee and the blanket tossed beside her.

And then she looked up at you — tired, sure, but her expression softened in that quiet way it always did just for you. The smallest of smiles pulled at her mouth.

“Hey,” she murmured.

“Hey,” you whispered back.

You stood awkwardly in the doorway for a second before she wordlessly held the blanket out. You crossed the room faster than you meant to, shedding your coat and dropping your bag to the floor as you climbed beside her.

The warmth of her body next to yours was grounding. She pulled the blanket over you both, tugging you into her side like it was second nature. You settled against her chest, feeling the soft thrum of her heartbeat under your cheek.

Neither of you spoke for a while.

You traced idle patterns over the hem of her shirt, your hand brushing the faint line of a healing cut on her ribs. She didn’t flinch. Just let you touch, let you feel that she was whole.

It was only when your breathing slowed that she broke the silence.

“Bad day?” she asked softly, voice like silk laced with concern.

You nodded against her shoulder. “Felt off. Like the walls were closing in or something. Just… everything was too loud and too quiet at the same time.”

She hummed low in her throat, the sound vibrating through your skin. “I get that.”

“Didn’t wanna burden you, though. I know you’ve been through hell this week.”

Her fingers found yours beneath the blanket, lacing together easily.

“You’re never a burden,” she said. No fluff, no drama. Just the truth.

You looked up at her then, searching her face.

“We don’t… really do this, do we?” you said. “The showing up in the middle of the night part.”

Natasha’s lips twitched. “No. We do the secret glances and short texts and pretending like you don’t know what’s in my bedside drawer.”

You gave a weak laugh. “I think the drawer is mutual at this point.”

Her hand came up, fingers brushing your hair back gently. “You could’ve called any of them. Wanda. Sam. Even Barton.”

“None of them would’ve picked up at 2 a.m.”

“I always will.”

You blinked hard at the sudden sting in your eyes. Natasha didn’t say things unless she meant them. She didn’t need to.

“Is this what it’s like?” you asked, voice hoarse.

“What?”

“Being with someone. Really being with them.”

Natasha was quiet for a moment. Her thumb stroked yours under the blanket.

“Maybe,” she murmured. “Or maybe it’s just you.”

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You must’ve dozed off like that. When you woke, the rain had stopped and the light was dim, sunrise not far off. Natasha was still holding you — both arms now, one around your waist, the other cradling your head. Her breathing was slow. Steady. Peaceful.

You shifted slightly to look at her.

God, she looked young when she slept. Not in the helpless way people romanticised, but in the free way. Like someone who hadn’t carried half the world’s blood on her back. Like someone who deserved this quiet, this stillness. You knew how rare it was for her. You knew how rare it was for you, too.

Still, as much as you wanted to stay like this forever, the world was waiting.

You reached for your phone to check the time, and—

“Leaving already?” came her groggy voice.

You froze, then relaxed a little as she blinked at you through heavy lashes.

“I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You didn’t.” She yawned, rubbing her eyes. “I just missed the part where you were gonna sneak out on me.”

“I wasn’t— okay, maybe I was.”

She gave you a Look.

“I thought you’d want your space,” you mumbled. “After the mission. After me showing up like a stray cat.”

Natasha tilted her head.

“Maybe I like stray cats,” she said dryly. “Especially the ones who know where the tea is and don’t ask me to talk about body counts.”

You smiled faintly. “I know you’re not a morning person.”

“I’m barely a night person.”

“But still,” you whispered, leaning in slightly. “Thanks for picking up. For letting me in.”

Her hand cupped your jaw then, gentle, grounding.

“You’re not something I ‘let in,’ detka,” she said. “You’re already here.”

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You left around sunrise, slipping out quietly with a soft kiss to her temple and one of her hoodies that she very pointedly pretended not to notice was missing.

The team would never know.

Not today. Maybe not for a long time.

But in the quiet hours of the morning, when it was just you and her and the hum of a city that hadn’t started yet — you didn’t need anyone else to know.

Because she knew.

And that was enough.

Masterlist

[suiana]

#minetolose

(yan! fwb stalks you and can't believe you talk to other guys?! gets super jealous and lowkey wants to keep you all for himself?!) (tw: erm kinda crazy man, possessiveness, i hate him) (2200 words max) (wc: 2.1k)

Aidan isn't a romantic guy. Not really.

He's never grown up like that, how can you expect him to be romantic when his parents were too busy fighting? It's just not his style. Imagine being vulnerable with someone? No thanks.

Which is why he doesn't do relationships either. They’re too sappy and too much effort. And for what? A half-assed 2-year relationship that ends with his partner cheating because 'he didn't give them enough attention' or some other excuse?

He's seen it more times than he can count and he's not going to be a victim.

So when he first met you at a work party, he thought it would end up like all of his other flings, used once and trashed later. Or maybe a few extra times if he liked the way they looked under him.

What? He's still a man with needs, okay? 

But there was just something about you that made him want to stay. Weird, huh? Mister Aidan Gunther here always thought he had his feelings separated from his dick but apparently, he was wrong.

He had never outright suggested being friends with benefits that act like a couple but he supposes that's what you two are.

Everything all happened so naturally that Aidan never really had any time to reject it. It was supposed to be just one night. Then came the coffee date, then two, then suddenly he was sleeping over at your place more often than his own. 

Your scent on his shirt, his scent on your bed.

It felt right.

Maybe that's why he never told you to fuck off and never find him again. Because somewhere in that cold heart of his yearned for this domesticity.

This closeness that only you had been able to provide.

Also, the sex? Incredible. It’s almost like you were made for him. So how can you blame him for wanting to keep you a little bit closer?

"What the fuck is this?"

Aidan doesn't even let you get a word out before he traps you in your apartment, kicking the door shut. So aggressive, but it’s not out of character. He did insist on having your schedule a few weeks back, and that time when he asked you to block an ex for good. Just a normal ‘friends with benefits’ thing, right?

Like any ‘friend’ would do, your green eyed freak decided it would be appropriate to stalk you- sorry, I mean watch you through the office security cams at work. 

'It's not stalking if I'm trying to keep you safe,' he claims. 'I just want to make sure you’re alright.'

Sure buddy, tell that to the feds. Anyway, your fuck buddy decided to 'watch' you through the security cams to 'keep you safe’ and guess what?

"I saw you talking to another guy."

That's right folks! He saw you talking to a coworker! Shocking, yeah? Bet you didn't expect that. 

You could only blink in confusion, racking your brain for any memory of talking to a guy before it finally clicks in that beautiful head of yours. Gosh, he loves the way you look when you're focused. Eyebrows furrowed and that small downturn of your lips. Man, he just wants to kiss you until that furrow turns into one of pleasure… Ugh, focus Aidan!

"You mean Joe?"

"Joe? That's what he’s called? Stupid name."

Huh? You were utterly flabbergasted, annoyed, all of the above. You've never seen him this worked up before. Not since you accidentally stepped on his good shirt and he screamed about how he hasn't done laundry in two weeks. 

"What's wrong with you? He's just my coworker dude."

You merely narrow your eyes at him before lamenting your cozy weekend. So much for looking forward to relaxing. You might’ve liked him enough to be friends with benefits but this? Living in your home rent-free and acting like a helicopter boyfriend? You’re on the verge of just telling him to get out. 

Also, the fact that you two work in different departments but now you’re seeing him everywhere in the office and at home? He’s like a parasite who’s attached himself to you permanently. Who cares if he’s a sex god? You don’t like him enough to see him 24/7!

But it doesn't look like Angry Aidan is letting up anytime soon.

"Just a coworker? You're telling me this loser is just a coworker?!"

He's losing it right now. Over what? Over the fact that you were talking to your male coworker! 

"Yeah, why are you so mad that I have a good relationship with my coworker?"

Wrong answer.

Aidan grabs both of your arms, eyes a dark green as his jaw clenches. Fuck, Aidan stay calm. You wouldn’t want to scare them off, would you?

"Because I saw the way he fucking touched you. His hand on your shoulder like he owned you, like he could own you."

His voice turns bitter and Aidan lets out a breathless laugh. 

"Fuck, just thinking about it gets me mad. Are you mad? I'm pissed as hell."

He feels his veins twitch at the memory of how Joe laughed way too happily with you. How could you not see that Joe obviously liked you? He’s doing all the stuff that Aidan does with you!

"How dare he touch you, you're-"

Mine.

Aidan's breath hitches and he momentarily stops whatever the hell he's doing. No, no, no. He couldn’t possibly be...

In love with you, could he?

Meanwhile, you’re just standing there, irritation rising at every second he had you pinned against the wall. Actually, this reminds you of that one time he freaked out because you didn’t answer his texts for three days straight. 

He was sobbing on your doorstep in the middle of the night, throwing accusations around like confetti. You pitied him, that’s all. How could you ask him to leave? It’s not like he was completely crazy yet. 

That was a mistake. 

Because him staying that night turned into a week, into a week, into him never leaving and you’re sick of it. Leaving dirty laundry on the floor, lounging on your couch, acting like an overly possessive boyfriend that you definitely didn’t sign up for. And what? Now that pity might get you killed?

All that recollection and he still has you pinned against the wall. Did he seriously forget that he was throwing another one of his tantrums and go off into some anime daydream?

"Hello? Earth to Aidan? Are you there or should I slap you?"

Silence.

"Dude, are you seriously asking for a slap?"

But Aidan still wasn't coming back. 

Not after your threat to slap him, not after you displayed annoyance. 

Nothing.

"Aidan, I will slap you."

You slap him. Hard.

He doesn't come back.

Why? Because everything clicks in his head.

So that ugly feeling that spread through his stomach before settling deep in his chest wasn't heartburn but jealousy? The way it twisted and threatened to gut him inside out wasn't anger at the stuffy room, but disgust at the fact that someone else touched you? 

It’s you.

It’s always been you. 

Aidan freezes in place, mouth parting slightly as he stares right at you like he’s seeing something for the first time. Or maybe something he’s failed to see. 

“Can’t you just like, not talk to him anymore?”

You blink at him. 

"Bro are you serious right now?"

His grip tightens around your arms, almost painfully so. You wince, he doesn't notice.

"Fuck- Uh, yeah just…"

Staring into those green depths of his, something feels off. His pupils are blown wide, more black than green. But honestly you don’t even care anymore. You shove at his chest but he doesn’t budge. If anything, he leans closer.

“You shouldn’t have let him touch you like that. It’s fucking… Wrong.” 

Wrong? You raise an eyebrow at his words, confused. Aidan lets out an annoyed groan, the tips of his ears burning red. 

"Why does it matter so much?"

Under your gaze, he feels something in him snap. The flush spreads, bleeding into his cheeks as he fights back the urge to just kiss you senseless. 

"Because I fucking care about you, alright? Way more than I should and it’s driving me insane."

For a second, neither of you speak. The air feels too still, too sharp. And suddenly, it all clicks in your head like the final piece of a puzzle.

Is Aidan in love with you?

"But Aidan, you said-"

"I know what I fucking said. I was wrong, I don't want to be just friends."

A trembling hand comes up to cup your cheek, calloused thumb rubbing your skin. Desperate. Like he’s holding onto something precious. Something so valuable that he will not lose.

"Aidan," You try to stay calm. "I don't like you like that."

"You don't mean that."

Yeah no. Your ‘calm’ is slipping.

“Aidan, listen. I’m not looking for a relationship right now. I told you that when we decided to start sleeping together."

What happened to no strings attached? You both agreed! Your cheeks flush in irritation, fists curling. You should’ve stopped this before it started. Should’ve told him to leave the second his gaze lingered a second too long or when his gaze softened when it wasn’t supposed to.

"Sweetheart.” You flinch at his reverent tone. “Don't you see? We're meant to be."

His words slap you in the face. It’s like Aidan’s already decided how this all ends, like he’s already decided you’ll be a character in his fairytale without asking if you wanted to be in.

"Aidan we don't have any romance."

"We have plenty of romance."

And just like that, he stops hearing you.

His mouth attacks your neck, leaving dark bruises in its wake while his hands wander beneath your shirt like they have a hundred times before this. 

But this is different. His touch, presence, everything feels wrong. You shove at his chest, not wanting anymore to do with him. 

“Get off me-”

"We fuck at night, then kiss in the morning. I take you out, pay for what you want and watch your shows. We do everything couples do."

He lets out a low chuckle, hair falling messily over those green eyes. What is that look? Obsession? Insanity? You don't even want to know. All you can think about is how his once-pleasant kisses now feel like hot iron on your skin. 

"I know it's a lot to take in all at once, but trust me, sweetheart, it’ll be worth it."

You try pushing him away, desperate to escape from his clutches. But Aidan is nothing if not persistent, caging you in like it’s his job.

"I can’t go back to life before meeting you, sweetheart.” He whispers, and just for a second you think you’ve finally gotten through to him. But then his tone hardens. Icy, final. “And I won’t. Because you’re mine, damnit. Mine, mine, mine.”

Suddenly, his hand is in the back pocket of your jeans, taking your phone away.

"Give that back! I didn’t give you permission!"

But he’s not listening, of course not. You watch as his thumb scrolls leisurely, deleting contacts one by one. Friends, family, everyone. Until all that’s left is him. 

"You don’t need them, no one else gets you like I do, love you like I do."

Your chest burns.

"Touch my phone again and I swear to god, Aidan, I’m calling the cops!"

That earns a reaction. His jaw tenses and you think he might start screaming. But he doesn’t. He just… Smiles. Like you’re the one being unreasonable. 

Aidan slips the phone back into your pocket with mock affection, like he’s giving you a gift. 

"Don't worry, things will be amazing. Just us. no one else."

Is he serious right now? Ah…

You know what?

“Aidan.” 

No, you will not stand for this. This is your apartment! Your safe space! Who the hell does he think he is, claiming this is his apartment too? He doesn’t even pay rent! 

“Get out of my apartment.”

You try to push him away once more but he doesn’t relent. Rolling your eyes, you simply reach out for your phone into your back pocket. No hesitation, no trembling, just a clear message.

You’re serious.

Green eyes follow your hands as you call emergency services, your phone screen flashing bright and loud. Loud enough to show him that you mean business. His eyes snap to yours, a low growl escaping his lips.

“You’re actually going to do this?” Despite his growl, there’s a small flash of uncertainty in his voice and you use that gap to escape.

“Yeah, and I’m not joking.”

He misses you by just a hair’s breadth, the door slamming shut on his face as you quickly run out. You think you hear him curse under his breath but you don’t look back. Not this time, not ever again.

“Finally.”

The fresh air outside hits like a wave. The silence, the space, the absence of him. For once, your heart isn’t clawing at your ribs and you feel light. 

Freedom.

[blood-smiles]

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓 //

requested by anon!!! Sorry for taking so long!!! I’ve been having a huge dose of writer’s block and am so unhappy with what I’m working on that I’ve decided to take a break, I’ll be back soon!! Sorry everyone.. have Alejandro for now! MDNI

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Alejandro is very accommodating and takes care of you first ALWAYS, he may be tired, wrung out like a rag but he will still make sure to put your needs before his. He never forgets to clean you up and bring you water and naps with you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Your hands.. He adores your hands because there’s like unlimited possibilities of what to do with them, they can be up his ass, in his mouth, around his cock. I mean, you name it!

His ass, he loves getting fondled, slapped, squeezed, fingered, eaten out. He just loves attention being given to his back side.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

His cum is not that bad tasting, I would say it’s not the best but it’s definitely more neutral. He actually consumes very little caffeine because it actually makes him even more tired, he eats a pretty balanced diet and everything so his cum isn’t radioactive.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Oouuuuhhh… Alejandro has fantasized more than ten times about getting bent over a desk while in trial and getting his back blown out, his poor depraved and stressed mind really wants some kind of relief even while at work..

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I do think he knows what he’s doing, he had Ume for a while and she was fucking WILD. Alejandro didn’t have you at the time so he had to make do with what he had, he’s pretty good imo. In his college days I’m sure he did have a few flings, he was in a bit of a rebellious phase so he does know a few tricks. Experience points would be a 7.4/10!

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. He loves it either way, if it’s you inside him or the other way around, he likes it very much. He loves positions where he can see your face and hold your hand.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He is serious, like he treats sex like it’s a whole purification ceremony, that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to moan like a bitch though. Making love with you is very important to him, and he wants to maximize this intimate time with you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Very well groomed, he’s like up there with Angelo and Lucien on well shaven. It’s a little bamboozling tbh, never have you ever seen him with a bush or anything. Kudos to him. 

But if he were to allow hair to grow, I would say it’s slightly darker than the hair on his head, it’s super subtle though.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Eye contact. EXTREME EYE CONTACT. He is staring into your soul with so much love it’s actually creepy. I’ve mentioned this before, but he loves holding hands with you, he likes feeling your skin in general. It reminds him that he isn’t alone anymore and is with someone he loves dearly. He really does let you know how much he appreciates you when in the moment though. A bit of a love bomber.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Shower masturbation. He jerks his shit in the shower very often, he’s already bathing, so when he cums the orgasm just gets washed down. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

..He very much enjoys wearing lingerie. He does have a little bit of a voyeurism kink, most of my yandere’s are masochists so it applies for Alejandro too. Rope bunny. Tehee.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Either bed or his office, both are convenient. If he’s feeling particularly bold, the balcony.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Being complimented by you, not just ‘you look pretty’ compliments but those where you grope him and say something particularly naughty. When he sees you getting jealous, that makes him want to pull you into a closet and have fun with you. Ugh. Freak.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Threesomes, he hates sharing. Anything with anyone else, he absolutely hates. Hurting you in anyway would immediately turn him off too, he would never want to see or raise a hand against you, he would rather gut himself than touch you in anyway with malice.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

..Very good at oral. He’s good with his tongue. Take that as you will.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

If he’s riding you, strap or not. He will start slowly, easing both you and him into a comfortable pace until he is actually slamming himself onto you so hard that both of you have bruises.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He isn’t very much into them, he enjoys taking his time with you, to really tap into the ‘making love’ aspect of things.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He has thought about it, but probably won’t act on it unless you persuade him or start yourself. He really only initiates things when he is 100% sure that you’re okay with it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He’s really good at pacing himself with you, very adaptable, he will last as much as you are able to. He takes a lot of care of not exhausting you completely, he doesn’t want you sore the next morning :3

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He never really was much interested in such things but would probably own a single dildo so when you’re not home he can at least have some sort of comfort until you get back.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is unfair, but not in a deliberate way, it’s more that he doesn’t know he’s teasing you until you actually have him pinned against a mattress. He does relish in the excitement of being surprised by you at times though!

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He isn’t the loudest but can definitely be noisy, maybe screams and tenses up when a sweet spot gets hit, he talks a lot, but they just jumble into a meaningless sentence. He moans and whines a lot, can’t keep his mouth shut.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

The only reason he grew his hair out was out of rebelling against his parents, who demanded of him to cut his hair short. Now, on the good side is that his hair is so lustrous and shiny that it would actually send you through a villain arc if he ever tried to touch it with scissors.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I’ve already mentioned this in another post so I will just copy and paste it here —>

Veiny and pale, veins are slightly blue-green ish, matching with veins on his arms. Has two moles on the top side, close to tip. Has a pink tip (FFB3BC).  Soft: 7.2”. Hard: 8.1”

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Hhhh… High, not crazy high but it’s recommended that he gets fucked just to clarify how much he loves you, just in case his words and actions don’t convey it clearly.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’s very in sync with you, so he will only fall asleep until you fall asleep in his arms. Until then, he will keep watch and kiss your face to soothe you into slumber.

[smallestapplin]

Do y’all ever think about the Constructicons and how their way of courting is probably through impressive builds?

Complaining about a pothole or the roads being shitty, and they just spawn in ready to fix it in record time. Please praise them afterwards and tell them their paving skills are unmatched, they wanna be told how cool and sexy they are.

Something wrong with your house/habsuite? Just bitch about it around them and now you have personal inspectors building you something entirely new, and loudly complaining about the previous builders scrap.

Reward them with a smooch and watch Mixmaster, Scavenger, and Long Haul get blushy and giggling like dorks.

Bonecrusher huffing and crossing his arms like he’s also not blushing and his spark isn’t thrumming.

Hook has his plating puffing all proud of himself.

And Scrapper getting bashful but acting like his knees aren’t shaking.

Just say the word and they will destroy or build anything for you.

They live for a little praise and a smooch, please give them kisses.

[thewitchblue]

"And you're okay never touching each other? Ever?"

Dick asked. He couldn't quite understand. He doubts he could thrive in a relationship without at least casual touching. Tim had brought home his fiancée for the first time, and they found out immediately the abnormalities.

You had a strong touch repulsion. You disliked every type of touch. Hugs, handshakes, casually touches, cuddling. Nothing. You cringed away from the brush of a hand.

"We're working on it."

Tim had said simply. He let you come to him. If you ever want to touch him, you do so. He didn't want or need to get into specifics. It's your story to tell should you ever want to tell it.

Jason shrugged. He understood the feeling the best. He doesn't like being touched either, but he grits his teeth and bears it. Dick never takes into consideration that Jason dislikes his affectionate brotherly hugs. It felt suffocating, and he struggled to suppress his fight or flight reaction, often merely shoving him away aggressively and leaving as quickly as he could.

Tim offered his hand to you, which you accepted with slight hesitation. You admitted,

"It's worse with people I barely know. Strangers are the worst."

Tim knows. He's seen you cringe away from touches. He was the one to suggest exposure therapy with him after you both started dating. He made sure to tell you that you aren't broken and that he would have been fine if you said no, but he wanted to help you. He wanted you to feel better.

You lightly squeezed his hand before pulling away. You murmured your gratitude to him when he released your hand, but he smiled at you as if telling you that there is no need for your thanks.

Tim is the best partner you've ever had. He doesn't mind the lack of physical affection in the slightest. He knows you love him in the little things you do for him.

You know the exact drink to give him based on his emotions, you know his favourite songs and his favourite era of music to play when he needs a distraction, you know he hates puzzle games and he especially hates everything relating to horror (he sees enough of it at night), you know he fidgets when he's working on cases so you got him a fidget ring to replace his clicking pen after he complained he struggled to focus with the pen clicking. He'd argue that you study him as much as he studies you.

He's comfortable in your relationship with him and trusts you fully. You have given him no reason to distrust you, and you would never intentionally hurt him. You love him deeply, and he's content with that knowledge alone. He doesn't need to cuddle you to know how you both feel about each other.

He's so respectful with his touches when you do ask to be touched. He may not fully understand your personal experience, but he did his research, and he can understand why you do what you do. He knows the neuroscience and psychology behind the condition, and he knows your life story. That is all he needs to know. Even if you never fully get over your touch repulsion, he wants to keep you in his life. Forever ideally.

He knew it was inevitable the family found out about you. He kept you to himself for three full years before they started pestering him to start dating instead of staying holed up in the Batcave. They had no idea about you and they had to see actual pictures of the two together for them and his engagement ring to believe you existed and that you weren't a cover story to get them to back off.

Immediately after the secret was out, you were the background to all his electronics. The others were quite surprised by the immediate response. It showed them that you meant the world to him despite hiding you for so long. It unnerved them slightly, however. What else is Tim hiding? They would never know. He was going to get married, and none of them even knew you existed. How long was he going to keep you to himself?

"How long have you known each other?"

You laughed slightly as you looked at Tim. He gave you a sheepish smile. You couldn't believe he managed to keep you a secret for as long as he did. You asked him playfully,

"How have you kept me a secret for three years?"

Tim shrugged with another sheepish smile. He didn't even have to try, really. The family of detectives had assumed he was too stuck in his mind to consider dating. He said,

"They never asked where I was. It's not my fault they made assumptions."

Dick couldn't believe his ears. The audacity. Dick was the first to know about his bisexuality, but the line is at his actual love life? Jason and Damian scoffed. They shouldn't have to ask to know about any long-term relationship. Jason said,

"We know your relationship skills are questionable at best, but it's not normal to keep your relationship in the shadows."

Tim's hand twitched slightly at your side. He's willing to fight Jason over this. You brushed your hand against his to soothe his raising anger. Tim took a deep breath but let it go. He knows every single secret Jason has tried to hide from the others, and he can absolutely destroy his life with mere words. You softly murmured,

"There's no need to fight."

Tim nodded as he slowly relaxed once more. He agreed. There is no need to fight. It's unfortunate Jason wants a fight, but he can restrain himself. You said,

"We didn't feel the need to broadcast our relationship."

Tim, admittedly, did hide you after you said you don't want to flaunt your relationship. He didn't want you to be uncomfortable, and his family is very uncomfortable for you, especially. Nobody is respectful of personal space in general. Tim expects to be ambushed by his brothers at any point in time. He couldn't subject you to that when you cringe away from gentle touches.

You watched the brothers carefully. You were glad that they accepted and seemed to be respecting your touch repulsion. The others can see Tim loves you deeply. Welcome to the family. Once you're in, you aren't leaving, so enjoy your happily ever after with Tim.

You did slowly learn to accept touch thanks to Tim. He was your dearly beloved husband. He was your first cuddle partner and your first kiss. He was the one you woke up entangled with and the one you kissed before every mission and after every fight.

You freely held his hands in public, and you learned to tolerate the family and friends' casual touching and displays of affection. It was still impossible for you to allow strangers to touch you without a fight or flight response kicking in, but you made huge progress through the many years of marriage. He was incredibly proud of you and showed you off the way you deserve.

Sure, you married young, but you held a love that will never die out. Tim had seen you at your worst, and he loves every piece of you. You were irreplaceable in his heart and as precious as your wedding ring.

He still asks before touching you, but he accepts non-verbal demands now instead of needing verbal consent every time. The love will be there forever regardless of whether or not you were having a bad touching day.

[starvoiddream]

Rogue: You don’t want to do this.

Bat!sib: Bitch, the only thing keeping this fucking brickhouse of a man from going guns blazing on your ass was me and my morals.

Red Hood: Permission to shoot?

Bat!sib: Permission fucking granted.

Red Hood: HELL FUCKING YEAH

[ladyrosemone]

𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞

A misty memory A haunting face Is she a lost embrace?

𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧!: This work contains nuances of emotional incest, if the subject makes you uncomfortable I recommend skipping this post for your comfort.

Fandom: DC

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The world works in specific ways.

There must be roles to follow, labels you can never shake off, appearances you have to play up whether you like it or not. There are protectors and victims, good and bad, one side or the other.

But what happens when you're in the middle of the line?

When your role is to be ambiguous, your label is to shine but your role is to disappear, you're neither a protector nor a victim, you're neither strong enough to protect nor weak enough to need protection, you're neither good nor bad, you're a zero, a smudge on the paint.

You're not memorable.

And you use that to your advantage.

Your family never loved you, that's the truth; Dad's a liar. Bruce Wayne can act so well it's ridiculous, but he never bothered to act with you. He didn't pretend to love you, but he didn't pretend to hate you either. You were a limbo between the two, solved by acting like you weren't even there, easy and simple. Anyway, that's what he did with your mother after having sex with her and discarded her the next morning, coming back only because…Why did he come back? You could have gone back to your maternal family, with whom you still have contact; living in the system is better than Wayne.

Your brothers? As many as there are days in the year, it almost seems like collecting them is a hobby (or his therapy, something he tries to remedy himself by using others—who said that?!), but no matter how many there are, you don't connect with any of them. Maybe because you arrived late, or because you're not a Robin, or an Oracle, or whatever exotic bird and mythological name they use to fight crime. Your sisters? They're…there, far away, not bothering to get close, and to their credit, you don't either, not anymore anyway, it's not worth it.

Alfred tries, it's sweet of him to do so, but you'll never be a priority for the old butler; you don't need bandages in the middle of the night, or coordinates for a cross-city chase, and God forbid you need empathetic comfort because someone else needs it more.

There are orphans, murderers, revived, a metahuman! Doesn't Bruce hate those?!

It would be funny if it weren't so sad, that your own father loves others more than you, how depressing; but it's not all bad, really, no, the lack of parental supervision gives you time to do many other things; you allow yourself to try everything, after all, Dad pays without a second thought.

So far, you're a singer, painter, dancer, soccer player, basketball player, gymnast, national champion in marine sciences and aerodynamic engineering, archer, model, diva, and all at no more than twenty years old, Take that, Barbie! That's what negligence, free time, and a billion-dollar legacy combined do.

Another result of this is attention; you crave attention like a moth to a flame. It's a need, your air, your most primal desire. Being adored has become your mission, your purpose. Being envied is what motivates you to wake up every morning at four o'clock to start your beauty and exfoliation routine. Being desired is literally what makes you endure every magazine photo and every clothing ad that appears in store windows all over Gotham.

But through all of that, the smallest, most hidden part of your psyche still yearns for his attention, his desires, his flattery, his adoration, his envy, his need.

𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜.

That makes you hate him—hate him and his children, who are part of his world, who don't have to fight for even a glance from him, much less his voice. Dick doesn't have to do a million things at once to be his pride and joy, Jason doesn't have to lose sleep over a compliment on his looks, Tim doesn't rack his brains to be considered a genius, Damian never needed to prove anything to be considered his equal in his eyes, Duke received everything as soon as he arrived, Barbara didn't have to beg for the mantle of Batgirl, Stephanie doesn't have to excel at everything to be recognized as one of his own, and Cassandra is his daughter, 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧.

They're all something to him, they're all on that damn wall, in the family portrait he commissioned as a gift for them, one where you're not included, like in everything else. You don't even remember what the excuse was this time, or if it was Alfred who said it or your head made it up, but that painting is the rock that broke the glass.

And, ironically, the painting next to it is your perfect revenge.

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The changes began slowly, although if they had happened suddenly, they wouldn't have noticed.

An extra charge at a beauty salon, a clothing store, a jewelry store—nothing Bruce cared about or Alfred told him about.

Then the glances began.

A familiar figure passing at the end of the hallway as Bruce crossed, a nostalgic laugh that made Alfred nervous, a smell that made Bruce remember his past, details that made both men alert.

The alerts turned into paranoia when the images started coming in.

Bruce knew you were doing things outside the family: events, galas, parties, charity events, anything considered extravagant and spectacular. He always used that as a distraction, hiring anyone who looked like him from afar to appear on the covers and facilitating his double life as Bruce Wayne and Batman.

He's heartless, but he's useful, you're useful, from afar and without interfering in his vigilante life; at least one of his children will be free from the Bat curse.

And in he excuses, he never thought the curse would be any crueler.

Because the next time she sees you, the only gala he attends that you organized as a charity event, the only time he steps into the same space as you and sees you as the very image of her.

That he ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ.

Her bearing, her brightness, her smile and laugh, her presence—damn, you even seem to use the same style with a modern touch—it's like having her among the guests who aged like she might have.

And when you see him…

- Father!- your voice echoes in his head, and for a second he hears hers too - Bruce Wayne has arrived! -

He's a scared little boy.

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The world works in specific ways.

And when your role shifts from being a spectator to being a perpetrator, it feels good.

It shouldn't, morally, you shouldn't enjoy seeing him so disturbed, afraid to be around you but seeking you out more often. It should make you feel sorry to hear him cry every time you dress a certain way that you've seen in photos and he saw in person, you should stop when you noticed how he began to harass you more and more until you could feel him breathing down your neck.

But you couldn't. And the final straw was when he approached you first.

The encounter was strange, an awkward, tense atmosphere; you playing the piano in a living room far from the house, and he standing awkwardly in the living room doorway, listening without hearing and looking at you as if recalling a memory.

He approached awkwardly, slowly, as if each step were on a tightrope thousands of feet above the ground, and you were the solid floor on the other side. He didn't say much when he reached you. In his hands was a sheet of music that he held tightly; you could see the wrinkles in the old paper.

- Play it - he asks you, whispering, afraid of breaking whatever holds his sanity together.

That song, you learned from Alfred, who can no longer look you in the eye, was the first song Martha taught Bruce to play on the piano.

Martha Wayne, the grandmother you never met, the one you only saw in old portraits and hidden photos, the woman you bore an almost frightening resemblance to. You realized this on a day like today, a revelation that gave you the sickest idea you could have had, and despite everything morally correct, you went ahead with it.

Days at the salon to get her hair done, a manicure and pedicure elegant and classic, a new wardrobe with only clothes from the season she was alive, modernized enough to follow trends but still highlighting her style, jewelry she used to wear, the perfume she used (according to old newspapers in which she appears promoting it).

You became her in the present, the reincarnation of Martha Wayne.

Who would have thought that if you just dressed up a little more you'd look just like her?

The media adores you, those who lived during the Wayne matriarch's time desire you, women young and old envy you, and the spotlight always shines on you. And as if fate were gifting him to you, as if rewarding you for years of neglect and hatred that rotted you as a person, destiny hands you Bruce Wayne as a constant in your life.

Encounters at galas, parties, and gatherings, superficial and tense conversations whenever you meet at the mansion, calls in the middle of the night when he thinks you think he can't sleep, when in reality he's just overwhelmed by the loneliness of the night and the memories his mind combines of his mother and you, hours and hours in the music room where he asks begs you to play him the same piano score or the same lullaby, outings everywhere, accompanying you like a shadow.

The lines that were never defined have blurred, vanished, lost in a limbo that no one bothers to recapture; for you are content to have your father's full attention without seeking it, to snap your fingers and know he will come at your call, to go from being nothing to being his everything, to becoming the most twisted and sick form of you in his sole thought. And he is in a trance that no magic spell, or brainwashing, or catharsis, or anything like that can compare to; it is his never-healed trauma, the wound he sealed with fire opening again to raw, steaming, red flesh, which he uses to paint your lips the same shade his mother wore for social gatherings.

You want to know the most bizarre thing? That you've been referred to as "𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚊 𝚆𝚊𝚢𝚗𝚎"

And you won't change any of that, because your hatred makes you pull on the chain that strangles Bruce, tightening it every time someone tries to intervene and pull him out of the emotional hole he's fallen into; your brothers and sisters have tried, you must admit. Family interventions, paid therapies, magical, intergalactic therapies—there's nothing they haven't done to return his father to normal.

They've all failed because Bruce doesn't want to go out, doesn't want to leave the last piece of his past, of the time when he was full and happy, where there wasn't night and revenge, he doesn't want to be an orphan again. Bruce was a mama's boy; his previous partners have a bit of his mother in them, and now that he's found his mother in a woman, no force on Earth or beyond will make him let her go.

Even if that person is his forgotten child.

What does Alfred do? Nothing. The poor man has been swallowed up by guilt and remorse; that through his carelessness he let this grow and spiral out of control, that he knew the damage abandonment was doing to you and still left you in the toxic shadows of the house. And now? The family has fragmented.

This is your victory. You have everything you want, your life is complete; while you paint a portrait of a vase, humming a lullaby, with your father dozing behind you, hugging you by the waist.

You have won.

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Hello again! Happy to be writing again! I'm working on the sequel to A Human's Touch, so look out for it soon!

[peasack]

i actually love your writing so so much it like makes me feel so happy lol. i was wondering if possible could you write like how thunderbolts would handle reader having a bad mental health day? <3

This is a pretty heavy topic so to anyone who struggles with this, at the end I've posted a link to a daily affirmations post. Stay safe and love you all.

Enjoy<33

Thunderbolts x Gn!Teen!Reader

✦ Thunderbolts Helping You During a Bad Mental Health Day Headcanons ✦

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✦ John Walker

He’s really good at just being there.

He knows better than to push you to talk. He’ll hang around the common area, leave food or drinks nearby, and check in with soft “You good?”

Subtly makes sure you eat, drink, and breathe.

Will offer quiet things to do together like playing cards, folding laundry, or organizing tools, stuff that doesn’t demand much from you but still makes you feel less alone.

If you want to just sit in the same room with him while he fixes something or attempt at fixing his taco shield, he’ll absolutely let you.

✦ Bob Reynolds

Been there done that, so he knows exactly what to do to at least brighten your day a little.

Leaves little gifts like your favorite hoodie, snacks, or even a dumb doodle he drew.

Is the king of soft comfort. If you start crying, he doesn’t overreact. He just quietly hugs you and lets you cry it out without trying to solve it.

Tries to crack soft jokes like “Hey, I’m not exactly the poster boy for stability either.”

He’ll quietly suggest building a pillow fort or watching cartoons. It’s low-pressure and silly, which he hopes will help.

✦ Bucky Barnes

A+ at silent support.

If you go nonverbal or just don’t feel like talking, he sits near you without asking questions.

He might give you a soft pat on the back or hand you something small to fidget with.

Has the kind of steady, calming energy that’s really comforting on bad days.

He won’t force conversation. But if you do talk, he’ll listen like you’re the most important thing in the room.

Will quietly make sure nobody else overwhelms you.

✦ Alexei Shostakov

His first instinct is to fix things, which doesn’t always help, but he’s trying.

Brings you food like “You must eat! Food is power!”

If you seem overwhelmed, he’ll awkwardly offer to watch old Soviet cartoons or wrestle with pillows to make you laugh.

He’s big and warm, so his hugs feel like body shields.

Genuinely thinks the best way to help you is to make you feel safe, even if he’s terrible at the soft emotional stuff.

✦ Ava Starr

She gets it. She’s had her own battles with pain and isolation.

If you don’t want to talk, she’ll sit nearby and read or listen to music with you.

She’s calm, never pushy. She has this grounding presence that makes you feel like you’re not spiraling alone.

Leaves your favorite comfort items near you without saying anything.

If you need to leave a crowded room, she’s already standing up to walk you out without making a scene.

✦ Yelena Belova

Absolutely the “I will fight the entire world for you” type.

But on bad mental health days, she tones it way down. She’ll offer cuddles, space, or both, depending on what you need.

Good at finding funny videos or dumb things to distract you.

Will lowkey threaten anyone who bothers you that day.

Occasionally checks in with a soft “You’re still with me, yes?” and it’s not a question you need to answer, but she says it like she’s reminding you she’s not going anywhere.

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For anyone who struggles with these issues, you are not alone. There are always people out there who can help you or grand you care.

Just in case some people need it, here's an Daily affirmations post with a list of things you could do daily to attempt at staying well even through hard times.

I love you all and if you struggle with things you can't say out loud, dm me. It doesn't matter to me whether you just wanna have a talk or need to vent, I'd rather give care than have you guys struggle on your own.

Love you all and stay safe<333

[reversedpineapple]

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꒷꒦ Yan!Dan Heng x Nameless!Reader ꒦꒷

TWs: obsession, stalking, slight spoiler for Penacony (maybe, not really), talk about death, wounds, self-harm (not reader), unhealthy relationship, imprisonment, isolation

Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated. :D

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It’s impressive how secretive the Vidyadhara would fall for you

The fact that Dan Heng is someone with a cool exterior but with a lot of warmth to give to those he considers dear to him is no secret. As such, one could expect for him to just fall in love with someone along the way but the truth is everything but that. Things like relationships are dear treasures to him and as such, something like romantic affection is put on such a high pedestal by him that most can not even fathom how they could ever reach it. It’s not unattainable. It just takes a lot of time, more than most would like to give if the end result is the possibility of him considering them as a romantic partner.

As such, someone who is part of the Nameless could consider themselves lucky to be so close to the ravenette. The Astral Express is not as big as it once was, not by a long shot, and as such running into each other at least thrice a day is only natural. Something like that is of course not enough for him to see someone as more than just a friend but by the love of the Eons, please do not force yourself onto him. Dan Heng the patience of a saint but some things are just too much. At some point he would just turn around and leave the room, fed up with your constant pestering and consider yourself as that neighbour. It’s not a status you would want, trust me.

You could join the Experts before or after everything on the Xianzhou Loufu but one thing is essential of slowly climbing over the high walls he build around himself; helping him work through all the confusion and also (partially hidden) pain the place brought him. He was confined and raised in its prison so there is guarantee of him having downright night terrors for him. If you are already part of the team during that time and help him with, uh, everything he would be more than just thankful. Dan Heng may act as if the Loufu doesn’t make him feel more than slight unease but inside he is ready to just turn around and return to the Archive. Just be there for him. He doesn’t even care if you can fight, the Vidyadhara is called the guard of the Express for a reason after all. Should you join after all of that then there is still more than enough he would need help with. Traumatic memories don’t just disappear over night. Dan Heng may be known as the Expresses recluse but he is not someone who shuts the metaphorical door in someone’s face should they offer help. The only thing you need to do is just wait and befriend him more and more. Like already said, the whole process takes longer than most are willing to give and subconsciously it might also be a test from him. If you can stand him for that long perhaps you could even… All you really need to do is hold his hand from time to time, sometime in a less literal sense.

When Dan Heng slowly realises this feeling as more than just the friendship you build and the trust he feels toward every Nameless, he honestly does not know how to approach them. The biggest horse in the room, not a real one of course, is the cultural difference between the two of you. The Vidyadhara are native to the Xianzhou and as such spend most of their time among members of the Long-Life species and as such, changes among customs usually happen slowly to barely. The ship is of course open to outside influences but beings living that long like to hold onto old customs so as not to feel like the entire world is slipping from their grasp. Despite being raised in a place described as a lightless abyss, he was exposed to at least some of the places culture and since romance was not really part of his expectations for the future, has not really changed much of his view on it despite visiting many different planets.

Please have mercy on this man. He is not someone who cares much about exposed skin but the second he sees a bit more than usual from you, as an example your trouser leg accidentally riding up or your shirt slipping off your shoulder, he will act like a Victorian man seeing an ankle. He will not shame you, by Lan no, but don’t be surprised when he drapes his coat over you, claiming that you looked cold whilst discretely fixing your appearance. He also simply likes to take care of you so that is another reason for his behavior. There is just a /very/ long pining stage so buckle up because once it starts it will take some time before he is comfortable enough to consider confessing to you. A negative is though, that he sometimes gets so uncomfortably overprotective. Problems he would have solved before with a few words of reasons are now more likely met with him being a lot more trigger happy should you be somehow involved. Once, another person talked behind your back about you and he had walked over to them to give them the verbal dressing down of the century. Another time an enemy got close to spotting you and he absolutely pulverised it. It would be a lie to say that the look he wears every single time does not unsettle you.

When he finally comes around to tell you how he feels, he almost expects a rejection. Dan Heng has just played for so long your trusted friend that he himself doubted that there could be more. At the same time, he also wants you to know how he feels. He will not be angry should you turn him down but he will also not back down with his overprotectiveness. He would much rather stay as your friend than leave your life entirely by acting bitter. When you accept though, he does not really know what to do at that point. The Vidyadhara didn’t really expect to even get this far so… yay? It does not matter if you had many relationships before or if this would be your first one, either way you would know more about relationships than him. Dan Heng does not concern himself with things he deems unnecessary, perhaps a passed down trait from Dan Feng, so he did not really delve much into the subject of romance before you. He is by no means completely oblivious, just a bit, you know, dare I say awkward?

Once that part is over though, you might question if you had just dreamed up that scenario. Were you still in Penacony or was this some other weird influx of Memoria? Changes will happen slowly (like everything to be honest). At first, it was him simply asking more often how you are doing. You looked a bit tired this morning, are you all right? If you want he can recommend some calming herbal teas. Then it’s /tiny/ bits of physical contact. Whenever he runs into you in the hallways of the Express he brushes the fingertips of one of his hands along your knuckles. It started when you had to fight one day outside of the express and punched someone so hard your knuckles bled. Those wounds, despite being small, were a sign of failure to him. No one other than him knows but he got so angry at himself for letting something like that happen to you that he himself wounded the knuckles of his right hand, the self-inflicted scabs hidden by his glove.

But for a while, that’s it. The biggest problem is him simply being too flustered to do more. So, either you wait once more or, and in this case it is alright to, just cross that boundary yourself. Just… don’t be too extreme. Dan Heng really wants to get closer to you in a way only partners are but he also does not want you falling over him like a starved hyena. Not only would he be embarrassed, since he has no idea how to reciprocate, but also think he failed as your significant other. You don’t need to break the ice with some grand gesture. Approach him slowly and gently like someone would with a wounded street cat and hold his hand or, if you are in a really calm situation, give him a hug. I would highly recommend taking his hand since you can see this way how his face turns redder than a tomato. He doesn’t hate it. In fact, he loves it but he also does not know how you would respond to hearing something akin to purring (?) coming from him so he just turns his head in a fake cough. The tips of his ears are still very visibly red.

Despite still feeling shy in the beginning, he would start to approach you more with intimate acts and, if you can believe it, actually acts fast. The Vidyadhara is afraid he would feel too uncertain if he waited too long so he just goes for it. But be aware, once he visits you in your room (get your mind out of the gutter), he feels absolutely safe to a ridiculous level with you. You could tell him to leave his spear in the party cart and he would comply as long as he is allowed to stay with you. Sometimes, your pillow smells like his shampoo as well. Dan Heng would never tell you but whenever he is alone in your room, sometimes you know, sometimes you don’t, he would bury his head in your pillow and… well… relax? Not in a weird way but he just enjoys your smell. There is only one place more heavenly than your bed and that is your lap. At first he would always ask for permission but after a while he just lays down with his head on it. It’s not rare that he falls asleep and from time to time, his less human traits slip out. The first time it happened you were combing through his hair with your fingers whilst playing on your phone only to suddenly feel something other than hair. To your surprise your lover had turned into his Vidyadhara form and started to let out hums which vibrated through the entire room.

Please tell him you saw his not-so-human self and that you didn’t mind. He wants so badly to be his true self around you or rather, as true as he can be without scaring you away. Dan Heng knows that Vidyadhara have an elegant charm to themselves most humans can’t help but wonder at but he doubts you would stay if you knew everything that entails. Now, even he knows that his infatuation is not considered normal amongst his own kind. Those rings he got for the two of you are more than just symbols of your relationship. Of course he also treasures them as those but in that small blue-greenish stone is a tiny piece of electronics always telling him where you are. He could never tell you. You would be freaked out and who knows, even depart the Express out of fear. There is also that worry inside of him that you could leave. Not because of him but simply because you wanted to settle down for a calmer life and as such, he makes sure you don’t grow /too/ fond of one of the places you visit, especially the Xianzhou Loufu. Everywhere else he might be able to convince himself to follow you but not that place. Huh, been a while since you visited…

What you don’t know can’t hurt you and as such, the ravenette holds that principle holy. Sometimes though, his grip along your waist is a bit too tight when he pulls you in, his sharp teeth grazing just the slightest bit too much against your lips for you not to notice that this is not just like any other kiss. There is fear in his eyes. On one particular night when he decided to stay over, old nightmares haunting him once more, he told you how he sometimes feared that the Express crew would turn out like the friends of his past life. He doesn’t know much about them anymore, any memory of them washed away during his time in his egg, but what if? In comparison to everyone else (other than your gray haired companion, you never knew with them) he was considerably stronger than most, although you eyed Welt sometimes suspiciously. What if he was left as the only one standing. Vidyadhara don’t fall to the Mara by natural means. They usually go through the circle of rebirth before that can happen but should you depart the world before that happens, Dan Heng doubts he could stay with a sound mind and as such, he pulls you close whenever he has the chance. For all he cares Nanook could go ballistic but as long as you are safe and sound, he does not care one bit. At this point, you are his main motivator to continue on as usual.

For the sake of the universe, please live for a long, long time and preferably beyond the lifespan of Dan Heng. Memories wash away but only as long as he repeats the usual circle. Should you not, the universe would have to deal with the former high elder using the Abundance once more only this time, he would inflict it on himself as well. After all, there would be no sense in doing this if he would forget all about you after his next reincarnation.

Do not copy, translate or use my work without my permission. All rights belong to the author.

[n0rmal-cat]

(first time ever doing an ask so feel free to ignore jdisjdjd)

but anyways I saw ur Alien couple stories w pet reader, and I just saw a tiktok saying how certain orcas try to feed humans leftover meals and care for humans, and someone brought up in the comments how its like how we see stray animals.

so now I bring you perhaps orca-ish aliens attempting to feed and connect with stray/"feral" human perhaps? idk i may be insane fjdjdjd

Orca-ish alien x reader

[typing-“what do orcas eat…”]

Reader crash lands on a planet almost interlay made up of water, they managed to make it onto a small island but they had no food or safe drinking water.

It was becoming night and they knew there was little to no hope for them, they laid down for comfortable and started to drift off into sleep

In the middle of the night however they felt the whole island start to shake, the jumped awake only to find two big blue eyes staring back at them.

“Ahhh?!” They fell back.

The thing puts both its hands on land and starts inching towards them slowly, reader could see its mouth dripping with something red.

“Back, I said get back!” They picked up a handful of sand and threw it at them. It was ineffective to say the least.

Though it did make them drop whatever was in their mouth, which just so happened to be half a fish.

Reader looked down at it with heavy breaths “what is this?…” they asked

The creature nudged the fish closer to them “it’s for you, it up” it spoke its voice rather chilling.

“You can speak?!” Reader screamed

“That not important right not, you are in pain please eat” in expression was one of worry, it almost made reader feel bad.

“Ok, but why?” Reader looked up at it with a raised eyebrow.

“Because you are a stray, the first one I’ve seen here but a stray nonetheless now if you willing it’s my duty to adopt and take care of you”

“What now” reader asked taking the fish

“You will feast on the finest dinner, sleep in the warmth bed, and by held by your truly”

“Well” reader looks around “it’s either that or stay in this island forever so…guess i join you”

“Rejoice!!” It put its hands up in the air excitedly.

[no-name-omo]

Jinx with an extremely Lucky S/O, like find a abandoned $100 on sidewalk kind of luxury

[A/N] I surprisingly had a lot of fun with this so enjoy

[Type] Head-Canon

[Summary] Jinx with a lucky lover

[Genre] fluff / reverse comfort / relationship

[Paring / Characters] Jinx x gn! Reader

Jinx / Powder

🫐“You’re my Lucky Charm,” she says, grinning with oil-stained cheeks, lying across your chest. “Not just ‘cause stuff magically goes right around ya but ‘cause... I don’t feel like a walking disaster when I’m with ya.” Her voice dips quiet. “You’re the first thing that ever stuck around.”

🫐Jinx spins in circles, arms wide, laughing wildly after you both narrowly avoid a deadly trap. “You did it again!” she shouts. “What is this? luck or witchcraft???” She clutches your face, grinning so hard it hurts. “I don’t care. I’m keeping ya. Ya beat my curse, Lucky.”

🫐Sometimes, she stares at you like you’re a coin flip that finally landed heads. “Everyone who gets close ends up dead, gone, or hates me,” she mumbles. “But you? Ya stay. You win. Over and over. I hate it. I love it. I want it forever.”

🫐She gifts you a bullet necklace with “LUCKY” engraved in messy scratches. “If I’m a weapon,” she mutters, “you’re the safety.” You joke about how that’s not very safe. Jinx snorts, pushes you down, and kisses you like you’re her new religion. “Shut up and wear it.”

🫐You make her laugh until she wheezes, sitting in the wreckage of another "totally safe" experiment. “No one else would’ve dodged that gear like that,” she cackles. “It’s like the universe likes ya.” Then softer: “but I like ya more, way more.” Her fingers curl around yours, grease and all.

🫐She drags you through Zaun’s back alleys with a manic grin, whispering, “Come on, come on, trust me.” Explosions light the sky behind you. You trip, but somehow land perfectly safe. “See? You’re magic,” she says. “A jinx and a charm. Perfect, huh?” She kisses you breathless.

🫐Jinx watches you sleep like she’s guarding treasure. “ya know... sometimes I think you're not real” she whispers, tucking blue strands behind her ear. “But you’re real. Real and here. With me. I don’t deserve it, but... But I’m not letting go.”

🫐She clings to your arm during a firefight, laughing like a maniac. “Bet on ya every time!” she shouts over gunfire. “Can’t lose when I’ve got my charm!” She lobs a grenade behind her without looking, it explodes perfectly. “Told ya! You rub off on me.”

🫐Jinx curls into your side after a long day, fingers tracing invisible patterns on your chest. “You’re not scared of me,” she whispers. “Not even when I’m loud, broken, or too much.” Her voice cracks a little. “I think... maybe you’re the luck I’ve been chasing my whole life.”

🫐Jinx leans into your warmth, eyes fluttering shut. The whispers, the laughter, gone. Just silence. Peaceful. “Y’know... it’s weird,” she murmurs, nuzzling closer. “When I’m with you, they shut up. Like they know they can’t compete.” She chuckles softly. “Guess even the crazy can't compete with ya and your luck.”

💥BOOM!!!💥

BONUS!!!

The workshop is a mess, wires tangled like vines, half-built gadgets sparking in protest, and the faint scent of smoke clinging to the air. Jinx sits cross-legged on the floor, a wrench in one hand, other just tapping the floor. You’re lying upside-down on a ratty old couch she refuses to throw away, flipping a coin just to see how many heads in a row you can get. So far? Twenty. Jinx has lost interest in the coin, though. She’s watching you instead.

“Hey, Charm,” she says, voice soft in a way she saves just for you. “Ever think the universe put ya here to cancel me out?” You blink at her, coin landing neatly in your palm. “Nah,” you say, smirking. “I think the universe’s just finally doing you a favor.” Jinx sticks her tongue out, then tosses a small, beanbag-sized bomb at you. You catch it with ease, of course and lazily toss it back. It lands beside her and doesn’t go off. She grins like that’s the funniest thing she’s ever seen. “You ruin all my surprises,” she teases. “You make it too easy.” you shot back

She crawls over, perching on the edge of the couch, her fingers playing with your hair, twisting it around her fingers, letting it fall, then doing it again. Her eyes are brighter than the neon lights flickering above, but there’s a calm behind them. Not the usual chaos. Just... calm. “No voices today,” she whispers, like she’s telling you a secret. You reach up and squeeze her hand. “Good.”

“No screaming. No whispering. Just you.” Her lips tug into a soft smile. “It’s weird, but I like it.” There’s a long pause. She watches you move yourself to sit on the couch instead of sitting upside down as she move to sit sit beside you, limbs tangled with yours, resting her cheek against your shoulder. The quiet buzz of the city hums outside, but it’s far away. Here, in this cluttered space of bombs, bolts, and blueprints; it’s just the two of you.

“I wanna blow up less stuff when you’re around,” she admits suddenly. You chuckle. “That’s probably the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.” She snorts. “Shut up.” And then she kisses you. It’s not wild or hurried, not like when adrenaline’s pumping and she’s on a high. It’s slow, warm, a little shaky but real. Honest. When she pulls back, she presses her forehead to yours. “Lucky me,” she murmurs. And for once, she really believes it.

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[swanimagines]

Hello! May I request a Dream/Morpheus x a reader with chronic migraines. It can get bad enough where I have trouble seeing and thinking. I just need to hydrate and take my meds, stay away from lights, maybe nap, etc but I would love for someone to just lay with me and mess with my hair. Thank you!

A/N: I didn't write him touching your hair because there may be some readers who don't have hair/have a buzzcut etc, but you can imagine him messing with your hair 😊 Nowadays, I only write readers with hair when the request is built around reader's hair (for example: characters reacting to you chopping your previously long hair short, a character shaving your hair off, character braiding your hair, character helping you with dyeing your hair, etc) and this is not such a case.

Also this was actually pretty easy to write because I have a migraine disorder too. I've been having a very stubborn writer's block for MONTHS and it was nice to finally write something I didn't have to struggle with as much because I could just describe my own pain.

THROUGH PAIN

The first sign of your impending migraine is always subtle. A faint thrum in your head, which always makes you run to the nearest room where you can lay down and which you can turn as dark as possible, before it would have a chance to grow and take over your whole head.

That was exactly the case this time too, when you came home, exhausted, and you just felt it five minutes before your bus stop was coming up. And unfortunately, that wasn't enough time to make it, and your headache struck in within the full force within minutes from home. The throb behind your eye was so intense that you couldn’t even think properly by the time you finally were able to turn your key in the lock.

You tried to crouch to untie your shoelaces, but that sent a strike of even starker pain, as if someone just stabbed you from the inside of your head, so with a groan, you mentally said goodbye to your pristine sheets you had just changed this morning, as you’d now be flopping down with your muddy shoes on.

What has been so horrible I deserve this today of all days? you thought as you went through your first aid box, gratefully finding your medicine and taking a gulp from your water bottle to wash them down.

You looked towards the stairs and squeezed your eyes shut. It’ll pass within half an hour, I just have to make it to my bed.

So, after a moment that had felt like hours, you finally were able to flop down on your bed, and curled into yourself. Fortunately, you always kept your curtains closed in your bedroom exactly because of this, so you didn’t have to push yourself after making it into your bed.

The air shifted, and despite you barely noticing it, you knew he always sensed when you were in pain. So you didn’t really panic when you heard a faint shuffling from your side, and a hand pressed against your head.

He didn’t speak at first. He knew what you were going through, he didn’t need to confirm it.

But you risked speaking, despite knowing that any noise, even your own voice, sometimes made it worse.

“I hate this,” you mumbled and groaned as the vibrations of your own voice immediately hit your brain.

Morpheus was quiet for a moment. Then, he spoke. As a non-human entity, his voice didn’t affect you like “normal” voices did, which was yet another perk why dating him was amazing. “I know, my love. Shall I dull it and put you to sleep?”

You let out a shaky breath, and he knew it was a yes. You always did, but despite that, he always asked for a permission.

So in a moment, he sitting against the headboard, holding you against his lap, his hand pressed against the side of your head as he worked on chasing the migraine away. And as it slowly dulled, you opened your eyes. Your vision didn’t swim anymore, even when the faint throb was still there, but was also fading away. You gave him a faint smile.

“Thank you.”

He gave you a smile in return, and shifted, but you caught his wrist before he could dig up his pouch of sand.

He blinked. “What is it, my love?”

You swallowed. “Could you just… hold me for a moment longer?”

He sighed. “You know it may return if I do not put you to sleep.”

“It won’t, at least not immediately,” you whispered, your smile returning to your lips. “Just for a moment, a few more minutes? Please?”

He was quiet again for a moment, but then sighed. “Ten minutes.”

Satisfied with his answer, you closed your eyes again and snuggled closer to him as he wrapped his arms around you, his hands moving up to massage your head. And with Lord of Dreams himself holding you, even for just a few minutes, you felt like nothing could touch you.

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Innocent. (Yandere!Bully)

General Masterlist –•– Lauren’s Masterlist.

Synopsis: You’re a serial killer, Lauren was supposed to be a victim, but now she’s your number one such pporter.

PAIRING: Lauren McCanister x GN!Murderer!Reader.

CW: Serial killer reader, reader aura farms cirngely, not proofread, Lauren’s pathetic in this one when isnt she, 1.6k WC

You were strange and quiet during high school. Not the bashful, head-down, soft-spoken kind, oh not at all. But the invisible kind of strange, everyone forgot about you sooner or later. And you wouldn’t have it any other way. After all, this societal invisibility is giving you as many chances as ever to continue taking the lives of people who don’t deserve to live.

You’ve killed all sorts of vile individuals. Predators, harassers, bullies, abusers. None fleed your grasp, well. That is except for Lauren McCanister. Your own bully. She was meant to die, of course, but you never had the time to, you had bigger fish to fry and honestly her pathetic attempts at thinly veiled flirting disguised as mockery were far below your standards. You knew her type, an only child, got whatever she wanted, pretty, smart, yet somehow hollow. She wanted to fill that emptiness inside her soul with a connection, with love. With someone to warm her up in the darkest nights.

And for some reason she looked for that connection with you. You had no intentions of reciprocating ever. You hated her deeply, you wished you’d killed Lauren first, alas you had worse victims, her bullying all revolved around her inflated ego and need to stand out no matter what. You didn’t care about her, you showed your disregard to her existence in front of her numerous times. So you left her alive, for the time being, at least.

You let her live, left her in that hometown. You’ve moved on, now you live in the capital of Xelera, Aurora, graduated out of high school and finally graduated university early, you’ve got your dream job and are still killing to this day. You’ve killed your own boss at some point, smart enough to cover your tracks and point the blame to some other asshole who got arrested and placed in prison for a very long time. You were good at what you do. That is until you messed up.

The park should’ve been empty, the lake should’ve been quiet, yet both were false that night. You got too comfortable, too lazy, you had lost your ability to care enough to hide your victims well enough, to make sure no one was there. You’ve killed over 200 people at this point, you were getting tired—extremely bored—you wanted something new. The whole ritual of checking your surroundings, the thrill of covering your tracks, the obsession with the silence of a violent night… it all became tedious, meaningless, unworthy. You weren’t afraid of getting caught anymore—no, you wanted to be seen.

So when you knew that a friend of yours was going to fish at the lake that very night. So you planned it all, down to the minute. Who you’d kill, where you’d stand, how you’d be found. You orchestrated your arrest like a maestro, truly beautiful. None of it was messed up, nothing was an accident, though the media tried as hard as they might to make it look like so, there was no blunder in your work. Down to your arrest you were the mastermind of it all.

You pled not guilty. A joke, really, but it bought you a life sentence instead of death row, that way you can potentially fight with some vile prisoners as well, still carrying out your twisted sense of justice even while imprisoned . And when they held the mic to your face, the verdict sealed, the case closed. You were standing outside the courthouse before they tow you away, wearing full orange garb.

“Yes, I committed the 46 counts of 1st degree murder,” They didn’t find a lot of your victims, and they never will. “I am not sorry. I am sorry for the families who might miss their parents, but trust me buddy,” A smile creeps on your face, “You wouldn’t want to know what your parent did when they were alive. Everyone I killed was a monster, I did all the things I did to avenge the ones who can’t avenge themselves. No reporting I did to the police did anything, they were all paid off.”

Your lawyer nudged you, face pale with worry as she whispers legal threats and desperate PR nonsense. Like you even needed that. She pulled you with her and her team to the car, not wanting you to speak a word longer. As you were entering the car, one last smile towards the cameras and news stations as they scream and yell questions and statements.

Lauren, sat in shock, the warm and welcoming embrace of her very expensive couch did nothing to soothe her, only making her feel smaller and smaller as she stared blankly at the TV screen, eyes glazed, lips parted just slightly in disbelief as the broadcast played your confession again, and again, and again.

You? Her darling? The meek and weak darling from high school? The same darling she’s been searching for the past 5 years? No way. No fucking way you could’ve done this, no way in heaven or hell you would do something like this, you were soft, pliable. Cute and sweet, or was that just a ruse? No! No no no, what is she thinking?! Fuck these assholes are spreading propaganda about you surely! Blasphemy! Complete utter nonsense.

Lauren stood abruptly quickly booking the closest flight to Aurora and grabbed her essentials. She was determined to free you, to prove your innocence! Whatever those dirty cops paid you to confess, she’d pay it tenfold! If you were so broke you could’ve come to her! You should’ve known that! Fuck, wait. Lauren forgot her gum. Maybe… Maybe you’d let her give you a small kiss as a thank you for saving you! Of course, you would absolutely do that! You’re so kind and generous…

Within 5 hours time, she sat in a big empty room divider by wall and glass, on both sides of the room there were telephones, to communicate. Such a high level prison like this doesn’t allow prisoners to get any gifts from visitors unless approved by the warden, so there was no way she could hand you the letter she wrote on the plane. It’s too personal to let anyone other than her one true love to read.

Lauren’s leg shook up and down as she waited patiently for your arrival, to finally see you for the first time in so long. And when the sound of a beep and the light atop the door on the other side of the room lights up, she arches forward excitedly reaching for the phone and putting it to her ear, eyes finally meeting yours.

God, you looked so good… Tingles spread through her spine as she saw the smirk that played on your face, until. She realized a female prison guard was clutching your arm tightly, guiding you and helping you sit down amidst all the chains and cuffs on your wrists and feet, the fluttering butterflies in her stomach soon seized and a horrible urge to grab that guard and show her why she shouldn’t touch what Lauren owns.

But she had more urgent things to think of, mostly like how to prove your innocence in a corrupt government, so she shifted her gaze back to you. You’re as stunning as you always were, but there was a silent edge to you, your eyes sharper, your smile taut and tough, you looked… so much more stronger than she remembered you being. You always hid your frame with big baggy clothes, everyone just thought you were weak, or at least she did.

The orange jumpsuit’s sleeves were short enough to let her see some muscle peaking through. As Lauren studies every single atom of your existence, you speak up. “Hello? Can I help you?” Finally she realized how stupid she looked and met your eyes again, this time you looked annoyed, your smile turned into a scowl as you stared down at her, phone lazily hanging near your ear.

Lauren looks down abashedly at her other hand, clenching and unclenching it as she feels weirdly nervous around you. “Oh, yes, sorry. Err, I, uh, I found out that they think you’re guilty but… But I don’t believe it. Listen, [Name], don’t let them intimidate you into falsing a confession! I’m here for you! I know you didn’t—“ Suddenly a loud snort echoed through the speaker of the phone, cutting her off completely as Lauren looked back up at you again.

You… You were laughing at her? Why would you laugh at her? Are you that miserable and insecure that you don’t think you’d be able to be found innocent again? Oh poor darling! It’s so obvious all those years without her took their toll… It’s okay she’s he—

“You really think, I’m not guilty, Lorelai?”… Did… Did you forget her name…?

“It’s Laur—“

“I am guilty. I am beyond guilty. I did it all and allegedly some more! And you would’ve been a victim too if our graduation party was just a little later. Here’s something you don’t understand, Leslie, you’re still as delusion and stupid as you used to be. Sure, you can solve physics, but can you read a fucking newspaper for once? There is substantial evidence, there’s a photo of me dragging a body. Wake up and get in touch with, Louis. I. Don’t. Like. You.”

You slammed your hands on the table in front of you as you got up, roughly putting the phone down and nodding towards the guard to escort you out. And a moment of pure desperation and humiliation, Lauren yelled for you to come back, so you can work it out, hands banging against the plastic divider, begging and crying to an empty room.