#thats a long ass tag damn

[adharastarlight]

Tis The Season

Nine: List

This isn't quite a microfic and more of a longish headcanon/rambling but its fluffy wolfstar and it's lovely and they're my babies

Remus had never been a big fan of crowds, or of people rushing around him. He liked meandering with time to spare, liked going about life in a quiet manner. It wasn't to say he didn't enjoy chaos occasionally but he liked his day to day life to be… peaceful. He was a country boy through and through. He doubted he'd ever welcome the embodiment of chaos into his life.

And then came Sirius Motherfucking Black.

Sirius was nothing short of a city boy, born and raised in the hustle of London. He thrived in chaos, he wove his way through crowds like he owned them. There wasn't a question about his love of loud, busy, packed life. He found the thrill in racing for the tube and darting around crowds of tourists or businessmen who hadn't yet started their commute. The truth was he felt like he could disappear in a city as big as London, he was less of a disappointment, there was less risk of failure if everyone was too busy moving to notice him.

And then came Remus. Remus who was soft glances and pauses which seemed to stretch out forever and nothing all at once. Remus who took the time to grind his coffee beans each and every morning, Remus who did the crossword - a habit he'd adopted from his mum. Remus who seemed so content in everything Sirius feared. Remus who sedated him in the most beautiful way possible.

Sirius wasn't sure it were possible for him to exist somewhere without crowds to meld into. Of course, anyone who knew him, but didn't really know him, would find that ridiculous. After all, he was The Sirius Black. He was always the centre of attention and he thrived on it. Until he didn't. He had to admit he loved the attention, but only when he chose it. He would never admit that he loved that he could hide in the shadows and step out when he was fit for the public eye.

But Remus had asked him to stay with him and his family in the small village he called home. And then he'd looked at him, and it was awfully unfair because Sirius couldn't say anything short of yes, mon amour, anything for you, you can have my soul, the world, it's yours, when Remus looked at him. And so here he was, in a village so far from London he could see the stars he was named after.

Sirius found he might like life away from the crowds of London… as long as Remus’ arms were there for him to fall into.

[belphegore]

Huu I honestly have NO idea how some people can come up with those multi character posts with a roughly 1k smut scenario for each guy. Such hard workers T-T

[alexluvsskittlez]

dude, I forgot to charge my chromebook and now i can't write fanfic 💔

[wildglitch]

I just gotta say it-

To the fucking LUNITICS writing Transformers fanfiction, are you good? Are you ok??? Can one of you please explain how TF it is that every third fic I see is just another 1.000.000 word fic?!?

Dont lie to me- the first thing I got when I clicked the fandom tag for an unfinished fic that is 1.000.000+ words and last updated about a week ago.

WHAT ARE YOU GUYS ON AND CAN I HAVE SOME!?!?!?

[cat-dragron]

Going from Ancillary Sword into August Kitko and the Mechs from Space is such like... whiplash to my brain. Ancillary Sword was challenging to read in a way I wasn't expecting but man was it rich as hell, the depth of the worlds and characters in that book are insane. Meanwhile reading AKatMfS is like... the premise is so cool and seems right up my alley but something about the writing is just not gelling with me for whatever reason. I want to get through this book so badly because I am interested but like... part of me is just wondering is this it?? Is this all there is to it?

[dandysworldyurienthusiast]

hi chat im gunna try 2 be more active here, this account has been dead a lil too long so i have to bring it back from the dead!!,! pinned message coming soon yeah

[marcuspikegf]

harry castillo x single mom! reader

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

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a joel miller x single mom! reader if anyone’s interested here.

summary: it's a rainy day in nyc, a couple of months after the breakup and harry castillo accidentally trips over into the cutest 3 year old and and meets her mother too.

warnings: warning this is so cute your teeth will ROT (no warnings just fluff fluff fluff). in my head there was an age gap of 20 something years reader is a single mother but really it can be any age u want, not rlly specified, reader just knows airdrop better than this old man HAH. i think i used like y/n once like. thrice. afab reader, you have a daughter. your ex husband died like 3 years ago.

authors note: i was stuck in the city in the rain today and this idea POSESSED ME. and i had to write it plz cut me some slack it's 5am when i'm posting this i havent slept a wink just i've been writing this. no capitals, its just a lot of yapping this fic, it's a new style of writing. pls let me know if this is shit so i can go back to my old style, this is much more like. idk. stream of thought. pls let me know if anyone wants a sequel, if not this is just a oneshot. so not my ancient rome posessed ass usual...but thats OK. HARRY IS SUCH A GIRLDAD. reblogs and likes and follows are actually just love. ok brb im going to bed now...! (edit, i just woke up) OMG i am so glad u guys like this. i hope u guys like maya she is so cute and teeny and will be using harry has her new climbing frame. reader is just a frazzled single mom who loves her daughter very much. harry realises that a family is something he can still have. i fear i am in the baby fever trenches.

new york in the rain is always…something else entirely. after the break up with lucy, after everything, the summer comes with patchy spells of rain, like clockwork. manhattan’s large buildings cover him from most of the rain, but the road halfway to his office has been blocked since yesterday night, due to emergency works in the pipeline, and he has to walk the last half a mile. and anyway, he’s given this morning off to his driver. the cab driver’s dropped him off here, and now it’s just him and this stretch of road that he has to walk through, and flag another cab on the other side. 

he would obviously rather not do such a thing, because. well — his suit is silk and well tailored, and he wears freshly polished oxfords on his feet he’d rather not get scuffed. it’s almost 9, and he is so ridiculously far away from the financial district, it’s embarrassing. this was not a good time to be late for work, especially not late for work in drenched clothes and no umbrella. he had a reputation to uphold, in the office at least. 

the rain falls harder, and he starts walking faster, head hunched over his phone on the pavement, he needs to call his assistant, let her know that no he will not be showing up today, and yes he will be there for the meeting by 12. should be anyway. 

a splash, and he feels water coat his trousers. they’re grey, and anyone  can see the damn water stains on them now. it’s muddy water too, splotches against his calves and his ankles. he looks up from his screen, to see the offending person who’s splashed his $700 suit. 

to his surprise, it’s a child in a yellow raincoat. excited as she jumps up and down, her brown hair in plaits as she runs into puddles, a jump, a dart, and then she’s out again, stomping her feet onto every single divot where water has gathered.

he smiles at that, anger being washed away as the rain falls. 

and then his eyes land on you, running behind what could only be your daughter. you share the same eyes, the same face shape, you’ re basically mirroring every movement of hers, haphazardly. long hair tied into a bun, you look frazzled, exhausted. 

“maya!” you shout, chasing after your daughter with the umbrella in one hand; attempting to not have it blow away by the wind. the other hand reaches out for her, but not before she trips over his oxfords, scuffing them, tumbling into a puddle.

it’s right in front of him, and a child’s just fallen down, he doesn’t have any children, but he isn’t heartless. 

he stops his speed walking, and holds out his pointer finger for her to grab, and she does so with her tiny hands, wrapping around his finger, tugging at it. she stands up with a little “oof”, and he can see the scrape on her cheek from when she hit the floor, the muddy water on her face, leaving behind a grubby stain. suddenly, something overwhelms him, and he crouches down to her level, to wipe away a little of the grit that’s pressed against her cheek. 

“oh my god, i am so sorry about that!” you say, out of breath, as you catch up to the two of them. he looks at you, and then your daughter. it’s almost as if you’ve managed to copy and paste yourself, a smaller version of you with the same bright eyes, even if yours have been dulled by…well. he doesn’t know. life? 

“it’s no worries.” he smiles back, still not standing up, his hands linger over the child’s cheek, the scrape bleeding a little, “hey, is she okay?”

you scrub your face with your hands, and crouch down to your daughter, and he realises that you’re short, quite a bit shorter than him, anyway.

“maya, angel, are you okay?” you wipe the blood away off her skin, the red staining your thumb as your eyes mist up. you hate to see her in pain, that much is obvious. 

“otay.” she holds up her thumb in agreement, and nods. harry’s a little surprised kids can be like that, all soft one moment, all solid the next. she scrunches up her nose, and her fringe sticks to her forehead, she can’t be any more than three, a toddler running loose in new york on a wednesday morning. sure, that might as well happen, he think. 

“mumma’s still going to check, okay?” you kiss her cheek, and then straighten up, lifting her up in one swoop. he takes it as a cue to stand up too, shaking his arm, and picking up the umbrella you’ve dropped to pick your daughter up.

“your umbrella..?” is literally all he can manage, because his stomach is doing flip flops right now, looking at you. you, with the pretty eyes, fogged up glasses perched on your head. you’re wearing formal wear, a blouse and a floral skirt, and your daughter smiles looking at him holding out the umbrella.

“umbella.” her small hands try and grab it, but there’s no way she’ll be able to hold it, and so he keeps a grip on it, steady.

“i don’t think i have any room for it.” you huff, “you keep it mister!” you wave at him, with your left hand, “seems like you need it.”

no ring.

so why did he notice that?

you smile at him, and he smiles back, before you start walking towards the nearest open coffee shop.

and then he jogs up to them, “hey! miss!” what’s possessing him to do this? he’s fifty for god’s sake, and he sounds like a nineteen year old with a crush.

you turn back, and see him holding out the umbrella for you, “yeah..?”

“your daughter tripped over my shoes,” he sounds sheepish, “let me buy you a coffee, it’s the least i can do ma’am.”

you frown for a second, and then hear the thunderclap, look at the downpour. “okay…yeah, sure. okay, why not.”

maya curls around your neck at the sound of the thunderclap, and the sight squeezes something in his heart. you soothe her with a kiss to her forehead and a stroke on her hair.

“she can’t stand thunderstorms.” you say, nodding at her, “i’m trying to get her to nursery, but the subway wasn’t working? they’re saying the tracks got flooded?”

“they need to fix that, sooner or later.” but he hasn’t used the subway in years, his driver takes him everywhere. 

“mhm.” you agree, and the two of you step into the coffee shop, it’s upscale, the ones that sell the bags of their own brand, artisanal coffee in store too. 

your daughter — maya — with her brown plaits, blinks up when she smells coffee. and then snuggles back into you again. she’s so tiny, with her little hands playing with the loose strands of hair around your neck. is this what he’s missing out on?

“so, what do you want, anything, it’s on me.” he says, putting the umbrella back in it’s case, and putting it in the empty water bottle holder of your bag. 

you frown, and then look down at your daughter. “what do you want baby?” 

he didn’t expect you to ask her what she wanted, he just thought you’d get something expensive and leave, what with him inconveniencing you. instead you ask maya, and she murmurs something in your ear.

“have you been here before?” you ask, frowning as he reads the menu. 

“this is a chain, there’s one near my work place in the financial district.” he says, noncommittally, there’s no reason to tell her what he does, not yet. 

“oh okay,” you say, and then you whisper back to your daughter, “i think if you ask the nice man, he’ll know more than me, okay baby?”

she nods, and then peeks her head out of the crook of her mother’s neck. 

“hi.” she says, her voice oh so delicate.

“hi.” he says, a little awkwardly, he’s not great with kids. never has been, probably never will be. 

“what’s ‘our name.” she asks it so confidently, it throws him off. in the middle of the line for the counter. you laugh at that, and harry thinks he quite likes the sound of your laugh. 

“i’m harry castillo, but you can call me harry.” he holds out his finger again, and she shakes it with her little hand.

“go on, ask mr castillo the question.” you prompt her, gently.

“otay.” she frowns, like she’s remembering. “what’s really sweet here? mumma says i can’t have sweets at home. your teeth get holes. but what’s super sweet here?”

he laughs at that, and you shake your head, “maya! you don’t have to tell mr castillo about home baby.” but he wants to hear about home, he wants to hear about how silly it is raising a child, what your home is like, what maya is like, what you are like.

“it’s harry, and it’s fine, really.” home for him is a huge penthouse with nobody inside. so really, anything is interesting to him.

“otay. can ou tell me what’s sweet here?” she asks, more seriously.

he hums, looking at the menu. “maybe the caramel hot chocolate it’s caramel and chocolate.”

you smile at that and so does maya, matching smiles on your faces, why does it light up the room, why does that light up his morning.

you get to the counter quickly, and he tells the barista what to order, putting his card to the machine before you can even see that he’s picked out two pastries for you two too. is the total $28? yes, but that’s a small price to pay, for everything.

you sit at the couch with your daughter beside you, and the barista calls out “maya!” 

you watch as he picks up the plates and cup from the counter, and brings it to you. your daughters eyes widen, and she starts drinking from the cup with the straw.

“you don’t have to do this!” you push the cinnamon bun towards him, your daughter has unfortunately already got her hands on the glazed cherries, and has them in her fist right now, “please, let me pay you back.”

“no, it’s fine, really.” he still has that awkward smile, “i did trip your daughter up.”

“by accident, and it’s fine, kids fall over all the time.”

“but are you sure she seems okay?” he frowns, and he notices your eyes catch his hands. 

“she’s fine, i promise, it’s nothing more than a little graze, see?” you point to her cheek, and the scrape has scabbed over already. 

“and her head and everything…?” he says, and you smile again, more reassuringly.

“yes,” you take a sharp breath, “kids are meant to survive, i promise, she’s okay.”

“oh.” he says, quietly, “okay.”

“no worries mr castillo, thank you so much, maya will be raving about this for days now.” you smile at him, genuine gratitude, and it’s at this moment where he realises that he would spoil you and maya forever. if he could.

“i didn’t catch your name..?” he asks, gentle smile on his face.

“oh yeah, of course, it’s (y/n).” your focus is on your daughter now, who asks if you can cut up the cherry turnover into smaller pieces for her. it’s clear you have no idea who the hell he is, and he’d rather it stay the way.

it’s cute, how quickly maya smiles at him, how you smile at him. he walks up to the counter to get another paper straw as the one in maya’s cup starts to disintegrate, and the barista there smiles at him.

“lovely family you’ve got there.” she says, handing the straw over, “your daughter looks just like your wife, except she’s got your smile.”

those words make him freeze. daughter, wife. you just met them half an hour ago, and suddenly you do look like you and maya would suit his apartment better, suddenly it looks like maya’s little smile looks a little like his own. 

“oh that’s…” he trails off, just take the win man, you aren’t going to get a wife and child. not at your age, his mind thinks. “thank you.”

“no worries, have a nice day!”

and he walks back to the couch where the two of you sit, sitting across you again. 

“here’s the straw.” he hands it over, and you swap out the straw that’s broken for the other one. 

“thanks.” you smile, and nudge your daughter.

“tanks mr catillo.” she sniffles, and then sips the hot chocolate again.

“it’s harry, and it’s fine, really.”

is it? his heart is melting. 

“do you have anywhere to be later?” he asks, and your smile turns into a frown quickly. that was a silly question.

“yeah, work. maya can’t stay without me too long in weather like this, so i’m just taking her to work with me.” you sigh, “i mostly work from home, but the office says you need to come in on wednesdays.”

“oh, which way are you going?” he asks, and you shrug.

“midtown, i work at a tech company, but i doubt i’ll be anywhere at this time of day.”

he laughs at that, all rich like butter and biscuits. “yeah, fair enough, i’m trying to get to the financial district without looking like a wet rat.”

you smile at him, and he can feel your eyes ghost over his curls. “no, i don’t think you look like a wet rat mr castillo.”

“it’s harry.” he sighs, and leans over the table, maya mimicks him and does the same. they’re content in making silly faces at each other for a bit as you scroll through your inbox. 

“i’ve never seen her take to someone so quick.” there’s a smile on your face, proud. “she’s always very shy, but she loves jumping up in the rain.”

he hasn’t thought of lucy, or matchmaking, or anything right now. just the woman in front of him, with the child currently blowing a raspberry at him. 

“maybe i just have a trustworthy aura.” he smiles, all charm.

“or maybe it’s because you gave her three sources of sugar.” but there’s no bite to your words, not really, “thanks, i can’t wait for the sugar crash that’s going to come next.”

maya has a fringe that sticks to her face with the rain, and your glasses that are fogged up sit on your hair, and you smile at him like he’s the only man alive.

oh god. he’s sunk in so deep, it’s ridiculous.

and he doesn’t even know if you’re single, available, whatever. no ring doesn’t mean, no father.

“can’t you give her to her father?” he blurts out, and your vision darkens.

“no, um, maya’s dad died two months after she was born.” you shake your head. “daddy’s with the stars now, isn’t he?” you say, in hushed tones to your daughter, but it’s like you’re saying it for yourself.

“oh.” he gets quiet again, “sorry about that.” 

“no it’s fine, really.” you say, with some resolution in your voice. the sun is finally peeking out of the clouds, and this magical moment has to come to an end, soon anyway. 

maya burrows into your chest again as you coax her to stand up, she doesn’t want to walk any longer, and harry doesn’t know how long you’ve been walking for anyway. without a single thought, he picks up your daughter like she weighs nothing.

maya shrieks with laughter, this is higher up than she’s used to.

you just stare at him with narrowed eyes, but he just sort of stands there, six feet tall with a child perched in his arms, waiting for you to say something.

you huff, and then close your eyes, as if to say “i’m trusting you with this.” and then your eyes harden, “if you hurt her..”

his face blanches, but he still holds onto her like she’s precious, and she is precious, with freckles on her face and bright eyes like she’s the sun incarnate. 

she sits on his shoulders once you leave the coffee shop, the water is drying quickly and there aren’t too many people on the streets. your eyes still linger on your daughter, but also trail over his broad shoulders and broad back. 

tugging at his hair with her small hands, squishing his face, “don’t pull mr castillo’s hair.” you scold.

“it’s fine really.” 

“are you sure?” you ask, worried.

“i’m sure.” he nods, and maya is folding over his face now, dangling her face against his. 

“do ‘ou like cheese? stars make noises? can ‘ou read?” rapid fire questions that come out of her mouth. you smile as he painstakingly answers them “yes i like cheese, i don’t know about stars sorry, and yes i can read.”

she hums thoughtfully, and then sits back up, playing with his hair. the blocked off road is coming to an end now, and you reach at her feet, in little wellington booties. 

“cmon now, time to say goodbye to mr castillo.” he’s given up correcting you.

“arry.” she says, sadly, hand still in his hair.

“careful now maya-bear, mumma has to go to office, you need to come with me okay?” you reach out for her? and harry tries to pass her down, but her hands pull at his shirt.

“come on now.” you coax her again, “you can see mr castillo later on, okay?” and she clambers off him, and onto you. 

“thank you for that.” you whisper, gratefully. 

“no worries miss.” he smiles, a blush on his cheeks. god what he wouldn’t do to have a family like this, a wife and his own child, running around. then he wouldn’t even have to tell them to go. 

“it’s (y/n),” you clear your throat, “it’s fine, call me that and i’ll call you harry.”

“(y/n) it is then.”

“right—“ you put maya down, and let her walk beside you, holding onto your hand. “this is where we say goodbye, right?”

a feeling in his chest. would this be his last chance?

“are you free tomorrow evening?” he asks, far too quickly. 

“tomorrow..evening..?” you stutter, “um, maybe? i dunno, i’ll have to check, probably not though, mayasitting .”

“oh, i was just wondering if you wanted to get some dinner.”

“oh, OH.” you blush, “right, like. that. and this is dinner dinner, and not just, dinner.”

“…what?” he knits his brows.

“no, i mean, never mind.” you shake your head, maya pulling at your hand to turn right. “like, dinner as in. like feeling bad for a single mom sort of dinner or-“

“no, date dinner.” he likes when you stumble over your words, it’s cute.

“ah, date dinner.” you hum, “yeah okay, if you’re okay with maya coming.” a protective hand on her head. “i’m not going anywhere without her, or your house.”

“no, of course.” he glances down at maya, “of course she can come. there’s a nice pizza joint in downtown manhattan that you should come visit. it’s near my office.”

your lips quirk upwards, a ghost of a smile, “okay, yeah, sure, i’d like that. would you like it maya?”

maya grabs onto his trouser clad leg with her grabby little hands (sticky with sugar from the pastries) “PIZZA!”

“okay, so that’s decided then.” your mouth is dry as you watch him smile down at her and shake her hand again. he’s so good with your girl, it makes your heart thud, “can i get your number?”

he nods, and then passes over a business card, and you laugh as you read over it. “i meant maybe airdropping my contact over? but this works fine too.”

greying hair, wrinkles around his eyes, sure he’s not your usual type, a a bit older, but you haven’t dated since your husband died anyway. 

you ring the number you’ve just inputted, and his phone rings. “save me right now, so you can find me faster.”

“okay, okay.” he puts your name down, “see you six pm? i’ll send the location over?”

( maya doesn’t let go of his leg until she’s promised she’ll see him tomorrow, 200%, and somewhere in his shattered broken heart, a seed of hope grows. )

thank you for reading!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! any comments are very appreciates. lots of loveeee angie

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for dating Guy Gardner

Guy Gardner x reader

warnings: like minor innuendos and like. guy gardner being a silly guy.

a/n: LEECH LORD I LOVE U FOR USING MY REQUEST TEMPLATE MWAH MWAH. also guys wouldn’t it be funny if i fridged reader. dont look up fridging if you dont know what it means its an infamous kyle rayner reference and i dont want to be the reason you are traumatized.

prompt: @the-leech-lord: “Prompt: Headcanons for Guy dating a civilian”

guy was such a pain in the ass

but he was your pain in the ass

you had to put him in his place more often than not

“against my vows to do the dishes” -guy

“i’m gonna go to oa my damn self and tell the ‘masters of the universe’ youre using their vow in vain” -you

“guardians of the universe! masters of the universe is he-man!! and don’t do that, i will do the dishes” -guy

“and you can’t use the ring to do your chores” -you

“damn it!” -guy

dont get me wrong, guy was still a great boyfriend and he had his moments—but this man was such a punk

acclimating to being with someone in “the life” was hard but he was pretty good about helping you adjust

like he ALWAYS texted you back ASAP so you didn’t worry

even if he was off-planet (he gave you a extraterrestrial long-distance communicator and told you to keep it a secret)

“yes, honey, i am very much alive and well, but im fighting a fleet of alien spaceships right now so im gonna have to hang up now, okay?” -guy

when you were first introduced to the “justice gang,” michael and kendra were shocked guy could have an s/o

“you’re guy’s partner? how do you put up with his shit?” -kendra

“oh, it’s easy. i just threaten to tell the lantern corps whenever he’s being pouty and he immediately starts to behave again” -you

“would that even work?” -michael

“calling up the lantern corps? don’t know, never tried. he just looks so panicked whenever i say it, it’s never failed” -guy

“you’re incredible.” -kendra

guy def parades u around a lil bit. like he’s very proud to be able to call himself ur bf

sometimes you get a lil insecure bc he literally is a green lantern and knows so many powerful people and meets people on other planets?? and he still chooses you every day

when he comes home from off world missions he never shows up empty handed. either he found something to gift you from another planet or he’ll just show up with some coffee and donuts

“this is, uh, well i don’t really remember what it’s supposed to resemble, but it’s a very cute creature on their planet. this is the equivalent of a teddy bear for us” -guy

“oh! it’s so…unique. i love it” -you

“and i love you” -guy

he’s very passionate and his love language is 100% touch so he likes to have you close

when you’re out, his arm is around your hip at all times

when you’re home, he’s hugging you from behind and kissing your shoulders and back

he holds you and dances with in the living room while you’re having conversations in the living room, you’ll tell him about your boring day and he’ll brag about his battle feats

you cut his hair for sureeee

“just make sure the bowl is straight, i don’t want to look stupid” -guy

“oh, no, we wouldn’t want you looking stupid” -you

(a/n: idk if there’s any comic canon lore behind his bowl cut and i dont feel like researching but it’d be soooo funny if thats just how him mom cut it when he was a kid and he just never changed his hairstyle)

you middle parted his hair just to mess with him

“y/n, that is so not funny. don’t take pictures, i don’t want a digital footprint or whatever it’s called” -guy

*you actively posting it on your story and tagging him*

like i said, gotta put the man in his place. he’s far to cocky

he also posts date night pictures of you guys all the time he’s super proud of u

whenever there’s some insane thing going on in metropolis (where you live for the sake of the plot) he always makes sure you’re clear of danger before fighting the enemy head-on

“you took your sweet time” -michael

“oh, you know. had to check on the significant other” -guy, winking

“cool story, want to start helping now?” -michael

you were starstruck the first time you met superman

“y/n, you hang out with superheroes every day!” -guy

“yeah, but he’s superman!” -you

“so?! he’s just an alien. i go space all the time, i’m much cooler than him” -guy

“you’re right, you’re so much cooler than him” -you

guy enjoyed when you fed his ego

like lowkey it was the most flattering thing for him it always made him super happy

“so you think i’m super-cool huh?” -guy

“oh, yeah, you’re the coolest” -you

“well, since i’m so cool, we should go somewhere cool this weekend” -guy

“cool or warm?” -you

“you’re right, warm is better. how about the florida keys?” -guy

“how about greece?” -you

“oooh, fancy-schmancy” -guy

“oh, i’m not good enough for greece?” -you

“i didn’t say that!” -guy

he definitely would take you on trips since he had the ability to travel by ring lol

“when can i get one of those?” -you, tapping his ring

“are you asking me to propose?” -guy

“no, i want a cool superpowered ring, duh” -you

“well, in that case. probably never. only the the people with the most willpower in the universe get these. maybe if i forget to do the dishes again a red one will find you” -guy

you swatted him and he started laughing his ass off

you have to promise not to watch the shows youre watching together when he’s off world and its sooooo hard

sometimes it hits you how normal you are compared to him and life almost doesn’t feel real but he’s pretty good about making sure you know you mean the world to him

he likes to make little constructs to distract you when you’re busy doing stuff

like when you’re in the shower and suddenly there’s a transparent green bird perched on the curtain rod

“guy, what the hell are you doing?” -you

“just helping you live out your disney fantasies. he’s here to help you get ready” -guy, through the bathroom door

“cut it out, that’s so weird!” -you, watching the green bird hold your towel in its beak

“sing to it!” -guy, cackling

“no!!” -you

he loves outlandish pranks

non-harmful ones for you but if it were the justice gang it’d definitely be something a little more dangerous

speaking of the justice gang, you got to tour the WIP hall of justice and it was like the coolest thing ever

“we could do it here alllll the time” -guy

“ew, guy, why would you even say that?” -kendra

“save it for when we get home, smooth talker” -you

justice gang def texts you all the time and tells guy how much cooler you are than him and he actually usually agrees

because duh, if you weren’t cool he wouldn’t be dating you

guy 100% will say he’s gonna give you a back/foot massage or something and make the ring do it

you can tell the difference but the ring constructs lowkey do it better so you don’t say anything

i mean he is using his willpower to do it so its not like hes not trying

you wear his JG jacket sometimes and have requested your own honorary jacket but he likes when you wear his clothes so he won’t budge

tbh i may not have added it too much in this fic but he definitely lovesss to hear “i love you’s” and says it soooo much

and he loves compliments and always makes sure to compliment you back

and he loves deep kisses

and when you care enough to keep him in check

and any cheeky shit you end up doing like (forgive me lord) slapping his ass when he walks by (its funny ok)

he doesn’t do spooning tho bc he sleeps on his back and snores like a mf

you’re very grateful for the quieter nights

when you can’t sleep, guy will fly you two up in a bubble over metropolis at night and look at all the city lights

“it’s pretty up here” -you

“i can only focus on you” -guy

“yeah right” -you

“calling me a liar?” -guy

“maybe” -you

“ouch, not cool. guess we’re not getting froyo from your favorite spot in town” -guy

“oh, you’re evil” -you

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[starstruckbich]

puppy loser!vi ✂️

summary: Vi is much more of a loser than you initially thought.

tags: 18+ mdni men dni. vi begging to eat you out, mommy kink, ass slapping, puppy loser!vi, mean!reader.

note: yall are some freaks for sub vi like im actually scared about my first post. so have some more. anyways, enjoy!

Initially, you thought Vi was the typical stone top with a snarky attitude.

I mean, how could you not? The woman's been in jail, had a prison wife, and she is strong as hell, tattoos covering her whole body.

However, when you guys started dating, you realized just how much of a fucking loser she is.

Like seriously? Vi practically whines when you're not giving her attention, tugging at your clothes, kissing your neck, almost drooling when you finally give her that sweet kiss on the cheek.

She even sometimes take your clothes and smells them when you're not home, just to feel your smell. That includes underwear too.

You expected sex with her would be all about her just teasing and topping you, but oh you were so wrong.

Now she's between your legs while your back is agaisnt the bedframe and your legs are layed down, begging, pleading you to let her eat you out, or anything else really. She'll take it.

"don't feel like it." You decide to toy with her, knowing damn well she can't resist the sight of you, layed down on her bad, with nothing but a shirt and red panties.

Vi's eyes widen at your denial, her head layed down at your hips. "please? please baby just let me eat this pretty pussy... Fuck..." She feels herself getting pathetically wet, hips twitching.

"nah..." You deny her again, reaching your foot between her boxers, feeling just how fucking drenched she is.

She lets out a pathetic whimper, quickly changing her strategy. "b-baby can i get off on your leg, please?" She says, out of breath.

"what are you, a dog?" You scoff. But you have to admit, seeing Vi's eyes get watery turns you on so much. So much so that your panties start getting soaked.

Vi notices, of course, frantically reaching for the hem of your underwear. "lift your hips up baby, lift your hips..."

Now you're pushing her head agaisnt your sopping pussy. "yeah suck it baby... Cmon be good for mommy... ooooh fuuuck..."

"mhh- mm~" she hums agaisnt your cunt, devouring it like it's her last meal. If it was she would die happy. There's little tears in the corner of her eyes, looking up at you for approval.

You smirk, tugging at her hair and closing your thighs around her hair. "thats it baby, good job..."

Vi moans at your words, fucking you with her long tongue, in and out, giving your cunt puppy licks.

God how you fucking love that sight, you love the way you can smack her ass anytime you want and she stills continues eating you out like the good little bitch she is.

You grab a handful of her ass, and it's so beautiful the way it just arches into your hand.

"ah baby thats it, ohh im gonna cum...!" You moan, biting your bottom lip, then letting a sequence of high pitched moans, which makes Vi dig in even more.

At this point there's are falling down her eyes from how much she enjoys just feeling your taste on her tongue. She's clearly pussydrunk.

"A-AH! FUCK! YEAH!" You yell, arching your back off the bed and letting your sweet juices fall into her tongue.

Vi laps them all up, swallowing.

"good girl... Oh yeah.." your eyes wre rolling back, when you feel her jaw going slack, and a whimper coming from her.

Of course, she came in her boxers.

"next time i should get a leash." You tease, and although Vi looks at you like it's a dumb idea, you can tell how much she would fucking love that.

I see yall reading this with one hand.

[dansformations]

"My brother's stench"

Tags: Possesion, gay to straight, fart/burpkink.

Rewrite by me.

⬆️ (The couple before the possesion)

"Bro, please wash my boyfriend's body. I'm begging you."

My brother had always been skinny. So when he saw my boyfriend's big, beefy body, he was jealous. He was so jealous that he decided to cast a spell on him and possess him.

So now I am forced to live with that idiot inside my boyfriend's body. He's acting all gross, doing things my boyfriend would never do; He's flexing my boyfriend's muscles With that damn cocky attitude and downing beers by the dozen. All he does is scratch his smelly balls and watch football all day. It's gross to see my boyfriend acting so... straight.

"Sure, bro... Eventualy." He scrawled his ass and smelled his hand. "This still smells like spring." I watch him with disgust while he says, "For real, take a whiff," trying to put his hand on my nose, i yell and fight his hand.

"Fuck you!" I was full of rage. But his only response was

"Look, some spring breeze." Then he lifts a leg and lets out a big, loud, smelly fart.

PPPPRRRRRRRRRRRFFFT

"What the fuck!" I said, covering my nose, "That's the grossest fart I have ever smelled."

"Thank you," he said while laughing with my boyfriend's cute laugh, but in a lower, dumber tone.

He takes pleasure in my disgust. I just know it. Sometimes I try to not show it; maybe that way he will stop doing it, but he just finds the way.

The other day, at breakfast, I said nothing when he talked while eating or when he farted in the middle of the meal just to laugh and keep eating. I thought that was enough for him to stop trying, but when he finished his gross breakfast - just cold pizza from the fridge and beer- he smiled, took me with my boyfriend's arms and pushed me up against the wall just to let out a deep burp

"OOOOOUUURRRP!" and then blew the fowl stench into my face.

When he watches sports on TV, he will lift his butt to one side, laugh, and yell "Protein fart!" With that damn dumb voice as he lets out a long, groaning, hot stench that makes my eyes water. He's turned my sweet boyfriend into a disgusting monster.

With each day that passes, I'm scared that I'm never going to get my real boyfriend back. I don't want to live with my big, smelly, oaf of a brother anymore.

Today I arrived at the apartment, and I saw a girl leaving the place. "Oh no, he didn't..." I open the door just to see my boyfriend's body getting dressed.

"DID YOU JUST FUCK A GIRL IN MY BOYFRIEND BO-" he interrupts me.

"I can't believe he used this to fuck," he says while slapping his buttcheeks. "Instead of this,"  he says, touching his bulge.

"I swear to God, if you don't give my boyfriend his body back, I'm going to kill your real body," I said to my brother.

"Do it. That way, I'm staying here forever," he says while looking at 'his' muscles in the mirror. "Wouldn' complain"

"AHHHHHHH," I just scream, not realizing there were even tears coming from my eyes. "Why don't you just leave me alone? If you are staying with my boyfriend's body, do it; I give up, but just not in front of me. Leave."

He looks at me a bit concerned for the first Time since he stole my boyfriends Body.

"Ok, let's make a deal," he says. "I will give your boyfriend's body back." My eyes get illuminated. Just for a second, then he says "But if you lend your body to my buddy Logan, he doesn't have a place to stay; when he does, he's moving to his body and to his apartment, and so I am; we are going to be roomies."

"No way I am letting your gross friend take over my body!" I told him, terrified.

"I thought you wanted your boyfriend back."

"I do! But-"

But he interrupts me.

"Thats the only deal I'm making, Lil Bro." 

...

"Bro-UAAARRRRP," says Logan in my body between burps "I can't get over how good your broski body is. There were bunches of girls looking at me today!, Well... maybe also cause I was farting in public, but you know how those protein farts are."

"I know, and can you believe they were wasting those bodies fucking each other?" My brother says, and Is so morbid to see my boyfriend body saying It.

"What a bunch of losers." Logan says, I say.

This has been a hell, just a week since my brother's friend, Logan, took over my body, and I have been able to see, hear, smell, hear, and feel everything Logan does, but not control anything. I'm like a parasite in my own body.

I feel my terrible stench but can't make my body go to take a shower, and it seems like Logan Is on the way for a third day without one. I can feel his gas on comand everytime they do their 'protein farts contest' and I cant do anything besides lifting a leg to liberate all that stench.

"But we are not losers, Bro," my brother says. "Why don't we call some girls to have a great night?"

Oh no. Oh no. I can feel all that Logan feels in my body. He cant be with a woman. I try to scream, to yell to say no. But when Logan opened our mouth, the only thing that came out was: "OUUAAAAAAAARRP," a loud, smelly burp. "Hell yeah, Bro."

"Also," Logan keeps talking as he and my brother pose together—in mine and my boyfriend's bodies—for a picture for a Tinder profile. "Shouldn't we start to look for our apartment?"

"Sure, bro... we will, eventualy," he says, looking straight into my body's eye, and I just know he's talking not to Logan but to me.

________________

Hope you enjoyed.

This Is a longer version, re imaginated by me of one of my favorite transformation caption ever:

[moonsun2010]

Ooh man, I love your Crew of Light's first Christmas tags.

Can you imagine... Lucy died on the longest days of the year, when light fades and darkness starts to reign on land and on everyone's souls from losing her. Then a month after Dracula becomes ash the Crew of Light are there together on the longest night of the year and Christmas and near the dawn of a new year. Light starts to slowly but surely come back, as if Quincey made sure of it.

Context: Anon is referring to my tags* on this post... Anon I wanted to reply to this with a comic on Christmas but I took too long,,, consider it a post-Christmas gift:

*My tags: #im damn rusty on the loreTM rn but i do agree arthurll throw a fancy ass celebration and stuff as expected from the lordling #and then once thats done the real celebration of them meeting at the Harkers occurs where its more somber. i imagine the 1st christmas #postDracula is very somber. its barely been a month after all. no parties in the goldaming estate this year im afraid yes the new lord is #just so deeply in mourning isnt he devoted. sitting at the grave of his beloveds every week. hes still in his room now mediating i heard #just as the loneliness finallt gets to arthur hes greeted by a knock at the door. seward has come to find him—one look at his drawn face #is all it takes to know they were both mourning the same ppl. so they go. down to the harkers' where van helsing is alr waiting by the door #chiding them for their lateness ('didnt you receive my telegram' 'that seems to be a recurring problem yes') even as VH's hug warms them up #from their trek through the snow ('oh no we dont need a carriage dears enjoy your christmas'). they become warmer still sitting ard the #hearth with the Harkers similarly harggard yet brightening instantly as the group reunites... and as they exchange stories of the dead #it is as though they still walk amongst them their memory forever kept alive. if 2 ghostly presences watch from the doorway well. #do pardon them. they just missed their family so much.

[n1ght0f-nyx]

loved that short thing you wrote for graves, since you take requests, if you are interested would you maybe write some headcanons/a little drabble about graves getting physically intimate with someone for the first time? maybe someone he was crushing on for some time that he tried to get in his bed for awhile, some reader thats rather inexperienced?

you write him reeally well i can tell

warnings/tags- suggestive but not smut

word count- 635 words

Persistent but Patient: Graves has been after you for a while, throwing out cocky one-liners, casual touches, and the occasional “You ever gonna let me take you home, sweetheart?” with that smug grin. But when it finally happens, and he realizes you’re inexperienced, the bravado takes a backseat.

Hidden Soft Side: He talks a big game, but deep down, he’s not the kind of man to rush this—especially not with you. The realization catches him off guard, and for once, he slows down.

Teasing Turned Gentle: What starts as his usual teasing (“‘Bout time, darlin’. Thought I was gonna have to write you a formal invitation.”) quickly shifts when he sees the nervous flicker in your expression. He dials it back, his touch going from confident to careful.

Surprisingly Attentive: Graves may be a rough-around-the-edges kind of guy, but he pays attention. The second he senses hesitation, he eases up, murmuring quiet reassurances against your skin. “Ain’t gotta rush, sweetheart. We go at your pace.”

Cocky, but Protective: He still can’t help but smirk when you react to him, but it’s not about ego—it’s about making you feel good. The moment you melt into his touch, he’s hooked.

Graves had imagined this a hundred different ways.

You beneath him, a teasing smirk on your lips, pulling him down by the collar to finally give in. Maybe you’d roll your eyes at him first, maybe you’d mutter something about how he “talks too damn much” before kissing him breathless.

But that wasn’t how this was going.

The moment his hands found your waist, his thumbs brushing slow, he felt the way your breath hitched—too sharp, too unsure. When he pulled back to look at you, really look at you, it hit him like a bullet to the chest.

You were nervous.

Graves had been with plenty of people before, but none of that mattered now. Because you—someone he’d wanted for so damn long—were looking up at him with hesitation, with trust, and it knocked the wind right out of him.

His throat bobbed. His grip on you loosened like he was afraid of holding on too tight.

“…You sure ‘bout this, sweetheart?” His voice came quieter than he meant it to, that usual Southern drawl softened, careful.

You nodded, but your fingers clutched at his shirt, anchoring yourself. That small action sent a rush of warmth through his chest—something deeper than desire, something gentler.

“I—I ain’t mean to rush you,” he admitted, his bravado cracking at the edges. “Didn’t know it was, uh…” He swallowed hard, his gaze dropping for the first time, like he wasn’t sure he had the right to look at you. “Didn’t know it was your first.”

You exhaled, something shy in your expression. “Would it have made a difference?”

Graves let out a short, breathy chuckle, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “Hell, yeah.” He glanced at you, and for the first time, his smirk was gone—replaced with something almost boyish, almost nervous. “Would’ve stopped runnin’ my damn mouth so much. Woulda… I dunno. Been a little less of an ass about it.”

That made you laugh, and the tension between you unraveled just a little.

When he kissed you this time, it wasn’t rushed or greedy—it was slow, deliberate, his lips barely pressing into yours like he was trying to memorize the way you felt. His hands trembled slightly where they rested against your sides, the weight of the moment settling heavy in his chest.

“You just tell me what you need,” he murmured against your skin, voice softer than ever. “We go as slow as you want. You got me?”

And for once in his damn life, Phillip Graves wasn’t thinking about winning. He wasn’t thinking about getting what he wanted.

He was thinking about you.

[swirlyyygal]

“CHANGE MY GRADE.”

Stupid T.A messing up your grade. Why’s he such an ass to u anyway?

AU!TA!Armin x F!Reader

CW/Tags!!: NOT PROOFREAD, college setting, handjob, teasing, edging, slight nerdy talk, arguing, no y/n is used, no specific desc of reader (reader is described to have hair and wear a bangle), Armin is lowk petty, Submissive Armin, dominant reader, Armin is a masochist WOAH, humiliation, reader is a sadist, reader is mean but you’d be mean too if u were in this situation tf (¬_¬)…. Armin #cries

A/N!!: Hi hiiii!! Mimi here!! Tbh I don’t know a single thing abt Armin or AOT in general!! All I know is that he’s real cute. My irl requested a nerd Armin fic and gave me this whole idea so big thanks to her!! I apologize if it seems rushed or not detailed enough!! Anyway, if he’s lowk mischaracterized that’s my bad… (ﾒ﹏ﾒ) But please enjoy, thank you!!

~~~

You didn’t even know WHY he had beef with you.

Maybe it was because you were sorta loud in the library. Or how you always entered the lecture hall with a loud clack. But he just, wasn’t fond of you. I mean u thought that whole “academic rival” thing was a joke ppl would make up just for books. But NOOO I GUESS NOT..

And because of that, rightfully, you weren’t fond of him. Rolling your eyes at eachother when passing by, a whisper under your breath, or a shoulder check. It pissed you off.

Why was he so mad at you for being you? I mean, it wasn’t like he ever talked shit about you. He wouldn’t stoop that low, he just detested you. Detested your loud laughing, detested your bright pallet, detested how unserious you seemed. Mostly, he detested how u were good at your subjects without little care. Thats the root of it. How you seemed to not care.

Oh and it was hell since he was a TA for one of your most important classes.

Physics. God if you didn’t hate physics you didn’t know WHAT you hated. But you were relatively good at it so that was fine. And you KNEW YOU WERE GOOD AT IT. You checked over and over, making sure each answer was correct and all the work was shown.

So why’d you have a D-?

…

ARMIN. THAT STUPID BLONDE BASTARD.

And you knew it wasn’t your professor because A: He was a very professional man. And B: He literally told you guys that his TA is the one that puts in the grade.

Oh that bitch would pay.

~

It wasn’t too long after class. Most had left before you walked straight back in. Shoulders up, head high, and ready to argue.

Your steps led you to Professor Levi’s desk. Politely asking him about your grade, you didn’t wanna give him attitude. That was saved for him.

“Talk with my TA. I’m sure it’s a mixup.”

He said matter-a-factly. YEAH RIGHT. But you kept that to yourself. Thanking him before walking into a small room. There, sitting there all innocent was Armin Arlert. The guy that wouldn’t “hurt a fly”. But he sure as hell hurt your grade. Thing is you NEEDED to pass this class. And you knew you were. You turned everything in on time, everything was correct too. Tests, quizzes, and assessments all passed with flying colors. And you NEVER plagiarized.

When he looked up to see you, you saw his immediate mood change. His eyes dropped and he rolled his eye a bit before looking back at you. Not bothering a fake smile.

“What do you need?”

He asked all monotone. You had to take a deep breath so you didn’t knock his teeth out. You didn’t sit down either. Just stood there towering over him. Your face didn't even have a trace of a smile, if he wouldn't, you wouldn’t.

“What’s up with my grade huh? I need it changed, like now.”

He honestly was a bit taken back by your demanding tone. But he just sighed and tapped his finger on his knee. Bringing his glasses up his nose bridge.

“Look. It has nothing to do with us. So don’t assume that. I mean maybe you-“

“Don’t tell me I’m a bad student because I know DAMN well I’m not. We all know it’s personal.”

He was cut off. You expected him to retaliate. Say how there would be just no way. But he sighed, a sigh that was like ‘great I was just caught’. It almost made you laugh if the situation wasn’t so serious.

“Fine. Yeah maybe I did put practically nothing into your grade but so what? Isn’t this an extracurricular for someone soooo smart??”

Your bottom lid twitched. Sarcasm just made you angrier.

“No IDIOT. I need this to pass.”

You hand slammed on the table. He jolted. Some papers flew onto the floor but that didn’t matter. What mattered was the situation at hand and how you were gonna get him to fix it.

“Not much I can do okay? Maybe ace that final and it’ll get you up to a B-“

Cocky.

He was being cocky.

Thank the lord you were better than that.

“Then i’ll go to the professor, better yet, I’ll go to the dean. I have all the info, don’t think I’m an idiot that doesn’t take pictures and make copies.”

You put it straight. He took a moment before laughing. Not a loud hearty laugh, a nervous laugh.

“Right. Right. But they’re not gonna believe you no disrespect! I gotta clean record.”

He shrugged.

“Then I’ll ask Eren.”

He froze this time. For real froze. Him and Eren were close friends, but Eren wasn’t the most, reliable, when it came to secrets. I mean, his mind was slipping all the time so it wasn’t uncommon for him to let out a secret or two.

“He’s not gonna rat me out.”

“Then I’ll ask other people he knows. Someone with a loud mouth. Maybe that Hange girl..? She’ll vouch for me.”

He didn’t know WHAT Hange knew. Hange had a sort of wide brain. It seemed to have everything, yet nothing. But when drama got around, she knew major fast.

“OKAY OKAY!”

He raised his hands in surrender. He genuinely looked nervous this time. Hands fumbling between messy papers and pens to get to his laptop. You loomed behind, his shaky fingers reached your student account and began to actually enter everything. And just like you knew. All A’s. By the end, your grade went from a D-, to an A.

A weight lifted from your shoulders. You patted his back. A bit harder than just a friendly one.

“Thanks Armin.”

You would have stayed longer. But you finished what you needed to. So no need to keep around.

What a relief!!

~

THAT PSYCHO BASTARD.

Classes end in what, 2 weeks?! And guess what? YOUR GRADE WAS DOWN AGAIN. Back down to a D, thankfully not a D- but still it was a D. And yeah that’s “passing” BUT THAT LOOKS TERRIBLE ON RECORDS.

Was this his little revenge? Doing this so close to the end of the year?! You walked through the campus. You asked Professor Levi if he was there to talk but like a strategic idiot, Armin was gone. The professor said he was out taking a little break.

Oh you didn’t believe that for a MINUTE. He never breaked. And when he was “breaking” you knew exactly where it was.

Library.

The library was big, as was every University library. But you could already tell where he was. Your steps were heavy and clacky, making everyone’s head turn. They knew you had a purpose, a purpose other than studying. But what?

It took you a little bit but you finally saw him. You planned on sneaking up on him, but that bangle on your wrist jingled too familiar to the one he knew. His head shot up, and he was about to run before you got to him first. Hand tightly gripping his nicely ironed cardigan. You would have cursed him out right then and there, but you knew better, it was a library of course.

You could feel his embarrassment when you dragged him down the way. Students turning to look at eachother like ‘are you seeing this?’. You didn’t care. You were too furious to care. Each step of the heel got louder when you made it back to the lecture hall. Professor Levi saw you drag him, but he honestly couldn’t care less. He had a feeling something like this was gonna happen. He just didn’t know when to pinpoint it.

THROWING him down into his chair you stood there again. Same menacing look and clenched fist. You let go of his cardigan. But you were waiting for something else to reach onto.

“Fix it. ITS NOT FUCKING ROCKET SCIENCE.”

He looked scared, but annoyed. Like, inconvenienced.

“Ohhhh my godddd can we just let this go?? I mean! We got two weeks left can’t you just be happy with a D?”

He said like it didn’t matter, like his own grade wasn’t an A right now. That made you feel like your blood was BOILING. Happy with a D?! Him of all people should know how insane that is. You could feel your veins pop, everything went fuzzy for a moment before you couldn’t control you hand anymore.

Months of this beef led up to this. You slapped him. HARD. The kind of slap that echoed, made your palm burn, and him lean back. You both didn’t expect it. But there was no turning back now.

“W-WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WI-“

You didn’t let him finish. That hand that had slapped him then went to his natural blonde strands. Tugging straight at the base. Your nails were digging into your palm but you didn’t care.

“WHAT THE HELL’S WRONG WITH ME?.. WHAT THE HELL’S WRONG WITH YOU HUH?! ALL THIS OVER SOME RIVALRY? GROW UP BLONDIE!! FIX IT OR IM GOING STRAIGHT TO THE DEAN. AND YOU KNOW WHAT? MAYBE I’LL TAKE THIS TO COURT TOO! I’VE GOT TIME, I’VE GOT MONEY. SOMETHING YOU DONT HAVE. ISNT THAT RIGHT???”

You’re letting him have it I mean it’s loud and aggressive. You let out all previous frustrations from months past. You can barely control what you’re saying, and you couldn’t care less if the professor could hear you. He’d just have to deal with it. In your angry ramble you tugged his head back, lifting my face up to the sky. And when you did. It pissed you off even more.

Not mad, not sad, no tears or nothing. But, a gaping mouth? It wasn’t a condescending or nothing, something worse. A type of relief. His pale cheeks were flushed a sort of pink, his eyes a bit hazy with his breathing all heavy. It was all clear signs of something you didn’t want.

A vein would have just popped right then and there, but you didn’t let it falter, maybe this was his scared face? So you tugged again, rougher, harder, with more malice behind it.

He didn’t try to claw you out, infact, his hands were in his lap politely. His eyes screwed shut when you tugged again, and his lips fell into a straight line. A whimper, barely above a whisper left his throat.

HELL NO.

“EWWWWW YOU SICKO!!”

You let go. Wiping your hand on your shirt. Even if he wasn’t dirty, this sure felt like it. His head fell back down again, he shook it before turning back over to you. He was mortified. Mortified he let his own deepest fantasy out. His own little kink just out in the open.

“DON’T G-GO ASSUMING ALRIGHT!?”

You looked at him like he was an idiot. DON’T ASSUME?? HO? You took two steps back. This was a mistake, a major mistake. He was mortified you found out, and you were mortified you figured out the hard way.

“I’ll just. Go. Uh. We can argue about this when you’re not.. Rock.”

Tension was heavy as you walked to the door out. Pissed off, a lot. But more or so confused and frustrated. Confused on why he’d like something like this, and frustrated that YOU WERE THE CAUSE.

As your palm reached the knob, his voice cracked through.

“W-Wait!”

Oh God. Please don’t let this be what you think it’s gonna turn into.

“I’ll change your grade if you keep doing that!”

You cringed, hand about to turn the knob. But you stopped yourself.

“If I say no?”

“Then we can argue about it.. I-I’m not evil. Buuut it would be easier”

FUCK HE HAD A POINT.

All you had to do was just smack him around a bit and BOOM, no more grade worries! Urgh, hate it when someone you don’t like gives a good point. Now your focus was on him and him entirely. Voice a hushed tone as to not alarm the man outside.

“Some kinda masochist huh? Thats what I’m gettin’?”

He nodded, visibly ashamed to admit it, but he liked that shame, so it was a weird paradox. You leaned down to his seating level, gripping his hair again straight at the base. His head threw back, blonde strands going along with it. His glasses going up the nose bridge. He bit his bottom lip, something akin to a porno magazine cover. You were in a mix of ew wtf and wow I might just start touching myself right here right now. But more on the side of ew.

"Your such a fucking weirdo you know. Getting off to me hittin' ya 'round. That's dirty"

It wasn't really dirty talk as it was more just bullying, but you saw his expression and how he just kept nodding, so it wasn't actually bullying. Just teasing, in its own interesting way.

"I know, I'm dirty aren't I?"

He sucked in a breath when your grip got more sharp. It wasn't just a grip of anger anymore and he could tell. This wasn't planned by all means, but it's going in such a good way that you would think he was doing all that for this reaction.

"Real dirty."

You snickered, letting go of his hair so you can slap his cheek. Not like the one earlier that was pure rage. This time it was rage and a craving for satisfaction. To his dismay, it was a lot less rough. He took a moment to compose himself and swiveled his chair to face you. Big wet puppy eyes pouring straight into you.

"You can go so much harder than that, can't you? I want you too, slap me for being a dirty "pervert".. Slap me for all the mistakes in your grade, hit me hard! Don't make me beg anymore!"

He was begging, almost crying for it to be hard. This was some crazy shit I mean you had never seen anyone this desperate to be hit before. It made you hesitate honestly. It felt wrong to be so aggressive to another person.

But....

He was getting off to this, and this would make your grade go back up. There was two choices, other ladder being you could just argue. Apart of yourself was screaming to just go the normal route. To just have a civil conversation. But the other part of you lowkey wanted to keep going... To see how far you can push this masochistic boys limits. It wasn't even just about the grade anymore, now it was about pure unfiltered gratification. It awakened something deep in your subconscious that you didn't exactly think you had.

Your hand sprung back, he just closed his eyes. No flinching. You hand came down, the familiar burn spread through your palm. But you didn't stop. If you had all the permission to slap him around, why wouldn't you? So you kept going, kept springing your hand back and bringing it back to his face. It was in a row. And it was loud too. You found yourself smiling in your own sadistic way. You were disgusted, but you liked that disgust. You were in the same paradox as him.

You had slapped him a solid 5 times. His head leaned back against the leather of the chair, eyes landing on you. Crimson blood falling down his nose and reaching his lip. His cheeks flushed pink, one cheek more flushed than the other.

"Say thank you."

You demeanor hadn't changed much, you were still mad, but he saw that sudden sadistic gleam. He would have never expected you'd say something like this, he loved it though.

"Thank you, thank you so much.."

He was staring to get really into this, shifting in his seat and everything. You looked down, seeing a small wet patch in his jeans. He really was getting off. You brought you kitten heel up to the bulge, prodding it with the tip of your shoe. You didn't even mean for it to be kinky like that, you just didn't want to touch that... Thing...

He shivered, head falling back and his teeth grinding together. He was about to straight up cum in his pants if you kept doing that.

"Can I, please take it out.. Please please plea-"

"Yes yes you can take it out."

You scoffed, you didn't have time for things like this. Well, you did. You just didn't want him to know that. As fast as lightning he unbuckled his pants. Pulling his boxers along with it and it sprung up. He was honestly pretty moderate. 5 inches, with a vein running along the side. You stared at his bright pink tip. And he stared right at you.

An evil idea popped into your mind.

Now you weren't exactly fond with the idea of stroking his dih, but, you could make this fun. You could get back, the slapping was the appetizer and now you could finally enjoy the main course.

With slow, careful steps you made way behind his chair. leaning over so your mouth was right by his ear. A careful and steady hand crawled up to his chest, moving down to his womb and finally all the way down to the base with brute force. His teeth clamped down again, a hiss shaking his whole being.

"You're gonna cum when I say so. Not when you wanna, hear me?"

"I hear you.."

He gave a light chuckle, looking down at your hand that held onto his dick like it wasn't a vital bodily organ. It felt like, skin, hot skin against your palm. And then you began to go up, slowly, agonizingly slow. You then finally reached his tip, he threw himself forward, back arching off the seat. You guessed he was sensitive.

"God you're pathetic. I could tell you really haven't been touched in a good while!"

You mischievously sneered into his ear, and his reaction was absolutely perfect. He audibly moaned, nodding lazily whilst watching your fingers.

"Fhuckk yea-yeah I'm pathetic.."

You'd never expect that your academic rival, the perfect straight A student who would probably bring the professor an apple just because he felt like it, that he would be a major masochist that lived in being humiliated. How gross, in the best way of course. Your soft fingers pinched at his tip, feeling around the wet and sticky top coating that looked eerily similar to cinnamon bun frosting. He hissed his breath in when you rubbed the middle of your palm over his tip, spreading the cloudy liquid around and making it drip all over. His fingers dug into his armrests hard. Eyes screwed shut with his blonde brows close knit together.

It felt kind of gummy. And it twitched in response to your touch. It made you chuckle. Your hand then left his tip and searched of other places, aka, the whole length. Now with his cock all slippery and lubed, the torture began. In slow, gentle stokes you pumped. Grip getting a bit tighter when closer to the top, but loosening when reaching the bottom. It was pretty basic touches, nothing too intense or out of the ordinary, but he was acting like this was the best handjob he had ever received in his entire life. He was writhing in his chair and moaning incredibly lord, and very audible moans. But all shame left his body the moment he had asked you to do this. It was loooong gone.

Every pump created a wet sound that was totally pornagraphic. You thought the sounds were completely fake when you first heard them in those audios, but they were well and real. And they sounded even better in person. Dare I say even better because his incessant moaning? You could feel your pussy begin to throb, you licked the shell of his ear. Taking the skin of it between your teeth. All he could do was gasp and thrust up into your fist. You took your mouth away, shaking your head. You brought your free hand up to his cheek, slapping it. Not as harsh as before, but now just a warning.

"Hell no. Sit put or I'm stopping this and walking out."

"B-But!"

"Shut up."

And that shut him off real quick. A commanding tone is all it took to keep this boy at bay. He didn't try to argue anymore, he just took it. His bottom lip began to become swollen and turn a shade of deep pink. His teeth hurt from smashing them together, his legs were cramping and so were his fingers. All that was ignored in favor of the overwhelming shockwaves his dih was getting.

You noticed his reaction to your most basic of paces. So you sped it up, going from a 5 to a 10 in no time flat. He noticed of course, his whole body noticed. he flinched, practically jumping up in his seat. You just pushed him down, showing no surprise or anything to his reaction. Why would you? That would only give him what he wanted. He could really feel his legs cramping and toes curling now. You alternated between his tip and stroking. It was never certain when you would do it, but at certain times you'd switch from stroking to abusing his tip. He liked this thrill along with the sling of degradation tied with it.

"Imagine how shameful it'd be if everyone saw just how much of a perv the goody-two-shoes"

"You're fuckin' gross!"

"Your face right now is so cute, I'll take a picture and send it to everyone!"

Empty threats of course, but he didn't know that. Even so, he liked that idea. Of everyone seeing how depraved he was to get his rocks off. He'd respond back if his vocal chords weren't being fried off by his whining. You saw his nails dig deeper, you knew he was about to cum. Not even 5 minutes in.

"You never fail to surprise me with just how much of a loser you can be.

You hand slipped away, you brought it up to your face, looking at the way your palm glistened from his precum. He twisted his head around fast, his face something of shock and desperation.

"What the!- Hey! I was so closeee!"

Lord he sounded pitiful. No, pitiful was too nice, really it was just pathetic.

"I told you you'd cum when I said, didn't I? And guess what, I most definitely didn't say you could. So I'm gonna repeat this one more time."

You used your non sticky hand to grip his hair. Like clockwork he whimpered.

"You're gonna cum when I tell you. I don't wanna hear no complaining. Complain, and I'll make the time longer. I have alll day blondie."

That should have struck fear into his heart, but it only made him throb more.

"Yesssss ma'amm.."

Fuck that sounded nice coming out of his mouth. It made you ache too, you quickly squeezing your thighs together before letting his hair go.

"good boy."

It was cold how you said it, and he loved it. Your hand reluctantly went back down to his cock again. Warm and sticky hand rubbing up and down his phallus. You were true to your word about having time. And you were gonna use it to your advantage.

~

It felt like it had been hours, actually it kinda had been. You were at the hour mark right now. An hour of just pure torment and satisfaction. By lord he was fucked outttt. His face was completely red, with drool dripping down the side of his mouth. He couldn't stop moaning it would go from a moan, to a whimper, to a howl in less than a minute. Sweat dripped down his forehead some strands of blonde hair sticking to his forehead.

He could barely do anything except sob out. He had never been edged like this before. For a straight hour. His tip was an angry red and all his mind was filled with was your foul words that fueled his raging boner even more.

"'Please please please I 'unno if I can do it anymore! I'm dying i'm dying!"

He cried, hot tears falling down his cheeks. God he was such a drama king. You rolled your eyes and pinched his tip, as much as he tried, by the 30 minute mark, any kind of command to stay still went in one ear and left out the other.

"You know what, fine. I'll let you cum."

He almost got down on his knees and kissed your feet at that sentence.

"But, you promise to fix my grade if I do let you? None of this 'entered it in the system wrong' bullshit?"

Right, the grade, he completely forgot about that. How was he gonna say no to you now when you were giving him the best handjob of his life?

"YES! Yesyesyesyesyes I will I will just pleaseeeeee let me finally cum!"

He was begging sure, but, not well enough.

"Better. I know your capable of begging more efficiently."

He would have screamed if your hand wasn't still stroking his length. Twisting and turning your grasp on it. The pre cum just covered his whole thing now. So it wasn't hard to move your hand.

"Ma'am pleasepleasepleaseplease you've gotta let me cum! I've been good haven't I? Won't you jus' let me? 'S hurts badd!'

His tone was all whine and desperation. The wet pool in your panties was probably soaking down your thighs by now.

"Fine, you can cum, do it before I change my mind"

You chuckled and bit his ear, stroking his dick at a steady but quick pace. The last thing he saw before his vision went white was you staring down at him from behind. You saw his face twisted in esctacy. Ocean blue eyes rolled to the back of his head with his mouth left hanging open. Hot ropes of white, sticky cum fell onto the palm of your hand. Coating your skin in lines. But you didn't stop stroking, you kept going. Kept squeezing his cock. He shook his head, tears falling down the sides of his face and glasses all fogged up.

"W-WHAT ARE YOU DOooooINNG!"

You just laughed as you watched him fidget in your hand, thrusting upward to chase a high that caught him off guard. You were squeezing every last drop out of him. And he STILL had some more to give. After you made sure that was the last of it you let your hand go. Length now wet with his own cum. He let his vision return to him, shakily fixing his glasses and throwing his head back to look up at you looming over him.

"Say ahhhh!"

An innocent smile plastered over your face as you brought that hand up to his face. What you thought would be a protest was just a smile, a fucked out one and obedient nod. He stuck his tongue out, lapping away at your hand. He took your wrist and led your hand even closer to his face. Soft lips occasionally grazing your skin. He did the whole hand, from where the wrist ended all the way to your fingertips.

"So perverted."

You muttered under your breath, having to practically pry your hand away from his face to reach the hand sanitizer at the far end of his messy desk. He watched you, looking straight forward at the back of your body. He bit his lip, shamelessly admiring the curve of your hips. If he wasn't totally milked dry, he's probably be hard.

You finished up and handed him a tissue box you found. (Lord knows what he uses this for...) He quietly thank you and wiped off his cock. Now with the deafening silence and a clear conscience, this was SUPER AKWARD. You looked away, trying to ignore the heat that was torturing your womb, and he tried to ignore the fact that you had just made him cum so hard he saw entire galaxies.

"Sorry ab-about the grade thing.. I'll uh- Fix it, no worries."

You just scoffed. NOWW HE SAYS SORRY.

"It's whatever. See 'ya later Armin"

You stumbled out of the small space, accidentally making eye contact with Professor Levi.

"I'm not gonna ask."

You nodded and walked out. Feeling rather rejuvinated.

~

YAHOOOOOO!

Out for the Summer with an A! He actually held his word for once!

You smiled at your computer screen, bags packed and ready to go back to your parents for the break before you saw a notification pop up on your sidebar. Right. You forgot you had his number because of a class GC. Ugh. Hesitantly you opened the text.

Annoying UGLYASS STUPIDASS BLONDE (Armin..): "Ur good at the dom thing, wanna meet up again?"

You fake gagged, but in reality you were just biding time for this chance. You knew he'd come around at some point.

U♡: "Meet me in 5 and you only get 30 minutes"

Annoying UGLYASS STUPIDASS BLONDE (Armin..): "Yesss ma'am (づ_ど)"

What a nerd. Don't get me wrong you still hated that bastard.

But you’re glad you didn't argue about it

And really, what does that say about you? ┐(￣ヘ￣)┌

E/N: Hellloooo everyoneeee! This is my first dom reader fic and I hope to make more as I keep posting! As well as this being a character I pretty much know nothing abt! Sorry my writing schedule is actual ASS (ꐦㅍ _ㅍ)!! I just kinda get lazy when writing fics.. Still I hope you enjoyed this read! Likes, Reblogs, And comments are MAJOR appreciated! XOXO- Mimi!!

Tags: This is 4 @hanarchists and an IRL of mine! Please enjoy!!

[toastedc1nnam0n]

Long ranting incoming

This is just my opinion👍

Tlou fandom truly needs better fanfics, specifically better Joel fanfics. You can always tell when it’s hbo Joel or vide game Joel even without reading the tags. Almost EVERY Joel fanfic I read Joel is a lowkey groomer thats her dads bsf watched y/n grow up and y/n is some dainty coquette girl that is damn near Ellie’s age and they have some weird Lolita ass relationship and is never an age appropriate woman that can realistically survive an apocalypse. Even if it’s a No apocalypse AU, it’s still so mischaracterization he’s not a playboy womanizer that would fall in love with his 20 year old neighbor. He’s an over stressed, overworked, single texan dad that had child really young, works a carpenter job and takes medication for anxiety and ulcers.

Y/n always calls him daddy when Joel is obviously the kind of guy that would like to be called sir.(he told me himself) But in all seriousness Joel would literally be so disgusted and pissed if someone he’s sexually involved with called him daddy.

Not only that but he calls them “babygirl” the name he calls his two daughters💔 and in every fanfic he’s some mean, rough, sadistic dom daddy as if he didn’t call Tess “ma’am” throughout the first half of the first game. under his rough and ruthless exterior he’s a nice old man who has a love for music and a passion for wood crafting. Like let’s please be real, Joel would be a soft dom that talks you through it, he’d be extra careful, focusing on your pleasure and making sure it’s just the way you like it. He wouldn’t call you a slut of whore. He’d be the kind of guy that would literally worship his woman no matter what, no matter race or ethnicity or body type, if shes clean shaven or full bush, brown nipples or pink nipples, stretch marks or no stretch marks, he’s not picky.

All of this is true. I know Joel personally and he told me himself.

I get they’re fanfics and you can write them however you want, I don’t expect them to match up with the canon storyline but stop making my glorious king a creepy groomer that only dates vintage Americana girls that could be his daughter. Genuinely thinking about writing my own fanfics and becoming THE tlou writer

And before anyone says “just don’t read them.” Writing is considered an art and art is meant be critiqued

Edit: Joel himself says he’s romantic guy so he would 100% give aftercare

[tearsinmymask]

HI !! i spent too long tryna figure out what to write on this damn blog so ive js decided to wing it bc that works out half the time !!!! im not new to the fandom but icl this is the first time ive dug myself so deep in so i made a whole ass tumblr acc for it bc theres so many good things on here to see 🙏🙏

literally idk what to write,, I LOVE OCS !! if u have ocs and nobody to yap to/just want to talk abt them to as many people as possible then PLEASE HMU BC I WOULD LOVE TO KNOW ABOUT UR OCS !!! idc if u pm me or throw them in asks but as long as i get to hear about ocs PLEASE 🙏🙏

if youve got some crazy plot/lore then EVEN BETTER i just want a good story and no stories are bad when you've held them in ur heart trust.

i had a crazy epiphany one week ago and now i have like. a link oc and zelda oc and i really wanna share them but i get anxiety so consider this my indoctrination ?????? girl idk HELP

uhm if this fails then pretend i dont exist !!!!! 💥

made a cut bc i ramble too much this shits a disease 😢😢😢 /lh

im sorta an artist? not good at it,, i write too but im also not good at that lol i do love reading tho linked universe got me on a chokehold rn and im speedrunning all the fics under that tag 😎😎

do intros matter? uhm,, u can call me dante !!! though recently ive been using masks/tears too >;) im an adult (ive been told i type like a child so thats ur heads up !? i gotta be whimsy if life wont yk !!!!)

im actly p introverted but uhm sometimes i get these random bursts of energy(???) where i feel like i gotta do smt bc nothing will happen if i dont so here i am making this long ass post :'))

pls be aware i cuss a lot,, sentences feel weird wo them now sobs also i use short form words a lot 💥

ive had like.. one foot in this fandom since i was about 12?? sorta (yes i was brought in by the creepypasta. You Know Who.) my first official zelda game was twilight princess (ive since lost the CD, a crime yes, death by electric chair ill accept) and am currently juggling totk, skyward sword and hyrule warriors all in one bc i went on a crazy spree !!! i only hv the switch and im considering getting nintendo online so i can play the older versions via the switch that they provide,,

uhm yeah im p boring thats abt it :3 thanks for looking at the ramblings of a crazed person !1?2!1?

(please share ur ocs with me pspsps 🙏🙏)

posting this before i chicken tf out 😢

[diorsluv]

casual , part 5

“ i thought you thought of me better ”

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next chapter notes ) hey loves guess who didn’t proofread!!! I FEEL LIKE THIS IS LESS AND LESS ENTERTAINING IDKKK

tags: @dancerbailey3 @hughesfein @loveforaugust@alwaysclassyeagle@love4ldr@inhoodmood@bunting58@crazycat-ladys-blog@smoooore@bunbunbl0gs