#I know it's gonna pass... in fact I'm p sure the final is going to be an A...

[housemarcellus]

I need to fucking CHILL, the final essay is SUBMITTED, it is DONE; I am DONE. Why has the relief not set in yet??

[grimesve1l]

Want

Summary: JJ sneaks off with his favorite kook at midsummer's

Warnings: Swearing, possessiveness, degradation, smut (mdni), oral m!receiving, p in v, unprotected sex

You had spent the entire week preparing so that you would look your absolute best tonight. For girls like you midsummers was a night to flaunt wealth and beauty. You're a stereotypical kook girl, your reputation is everything. That being said even you had your secrets and the biggest one of all was none other than JJ Maybank.

You knew if anyone found out about you two , it'd be over for you but you just couldn't help yourself . All your life you've gotten exactly what you wanted and if this time what you wanted happened to be a blonde haired, blue eyed pouge then so what. You'd have him too.

This mindset is how you ended up in this dynamic with him. You two weren't dating but the way the two of you snuck around sure made it seem like it. Tonight was a prime example of this. You had first seen JJ on the dance floor passing a note to Sarah Cameron of all people.

You couldn't stand Sarah and seeing her so close to JJ made you furious. You quickly wrote a note of your own and slipped it to JJ as you passed by him. After that you went to one of the many bathrooms the venue had and waited. Within minutes you heard a specific knock on the door that you knew belonged to him.

You quickly open the door letting him in before you slam it shut and lock it. JJ tries to lean down to kiss you but you push him back against the door before he can. "You think I'm gonna let that shit slide?" you say looking him dead in the eyes.

"Let what slide?" JJ asks confused. "I saw you and Sarah. You think that's cute?" you continue accusing him. "Chill out, there's nothing going on with her. I was just doing a friend a favor." he says trying to ease your grip on him.

Your grip only tightens "Your mine JJ. I don't give a fuck what you were doing. Don't get that close to her again." you say pressing yourself even closer to him. "What, you jealous." he asks smiling down at you. "So what if I am?" You reply.

"Nothing wrong with it in fact i think it's hot." he says gripping your hips as he whispers the last part. This was all you needed to lean up and press your lips against his. He groans when the back of his head hits the door. This gives you the perfect opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth.

As soon as you try to deepen the kiss he pulls you back by your hair. "You kooks always try to be in control of everything. You know damn well I'm in charge of this." he says making you look at him. "JJ-" you begin as you try to get out of his grasp. "Quit whining and get on your knees. Don't forget you're the one who told me to come in here."

Knowing that he's not gonna let go off you unless you do, you sink to your knees in front of him. "Go ahead you know what to do." he says now looking down at you. You unzip his pants and take his cock out of his boxers.

You give it a few tugs before you give the tip a light lick. "Don't start your teasing shit." he mutters before grabbing your hair and forcing his cock into your mouth. You immediately gag as he hits the back of your throat relentlessly. Your hands grip onto his thighs tying to brace yourself.

He pulls your head back momentarily for you to catch your breath before continuing his actions. "Fuck baby. I'm gonna cum. Yeah?" he tells you. You can only mumble a "mhm" around his cock as his hips begin to falter. He delivers one final thrust before his cum shoots down your throat.

He lets go of your hair and you pull back before swallowing. As he leans against the door you begin licking any remnants of his release off his cock. "Goddamn look at you. Who knew kook girls were such dirty whores." he says watching you. "And who knew pouge boys liked it so much." you respond looking up at him through your lashes.

"Get up." he tells you. "I'm kinda busy right now." you respond still lapping at his cock as it begins to harden once again. He quickly grabs you and puts you on your feet only to bend you over the bathroom counter. "You've got a smartass mouth you know that?" he says as he pulls your panties down your legs.

"Shut up." you reply as you watch him through the mirror. "You act like you aren't soaked from sucking my dick." he says motioning to your dripping cunt. He takes his cock and lines it up before he quickly pushes inside you. You let out a yelp at the unexpected intrusion.

"You better be quiet. Wouldn't want all your kook friends to know you like getting fucked by a pouge." he tells you as he begins roughly thrusting in and out. You lower your head as you try to contain the noises you let out. "Don't do that." he says wrapping your hair around his hand as he pulls making your head come up as well.

He forces you to watch as he continues to fuck into you. "What you to see what a slut your are." he grunts out as he looks at you through the mirror. "JJ it feels so good." You moan. "Yeah? You gonna cum on this dick?" he replies. "Yes." you whimper out as you feel your orgasm start in to build.

Your legs begin to get weak as you're about to cum. JJ maneuvers the two of you so he can hold you up as he thrusts into you. "Oh shit i'm gonna cum." you say as your orgasm starts to wash over you. "Fuck Y/n." JJ says as you pulse around him.

He stops thrusting as he cums inside you. He lets go of your hair and pulls out of you before zipping his pants back up. As you lay against the counter he pulls your panties back up your legs so they catch any cum that could drip out. "Later babe." he whispers into your ear before he presses a kiss to your forehead and leaves.

Once you hear the door click you begin to stand up on your wobbly legs. You look at yourself in the mirror. Your eyeliner is running down your face and your lipstick is smudged all over your mouth. You can also feel the way both JJ's and your cum leaks into your panties.

If anyone you knew saw you now you would be the talk of the town. You didn't care though, looking at how you had let JJ wreck you didn't bother you at all. Because after all it's what you wanted.

A/n: Went back to my roots as a JJ girl to write this one lmao

Find more of my stuff here :p

[littleboyblue1]

Your Hand On My Neck

I don't even know what this is..

warnings: p in v, first person (i started writing this way and gave up on switching to second), I think that's all?

His hand at the base of my neck was my last straw. Every part of me was so enveloped in him, I could hardly think of anything else. From his shirt on me to him right next to me, to his thumb rubbing circles where my neck connected to my back. Marc was killing me.

I wasn't entirely sure we'd make it back to the room. In fact, maybe not even the elevator.

I leaned over and whispered, "I'm not feeling so great."

Marc looked over at me, face full of concern. "Should we go upstairs?"

I nodded eagerly. He excused us from the table and brought me to the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, I was on him. Lips to his jaw, hands on his stomach and hair.

He pulled back. "Not feeling well?"

"Well, fuck, Marc. I can barely breathe when you do that!"

"Do what?" He sounded confused. Had I sounded angry?

"Put your hand on my neck like that. It really flustered me."

A smug look appeared on his face. "That so?"

I nodded, then went back to his jaw. But then the doors opened to the wrong floor. Luckily, I pulled away before the little boy turned around. Marc rudely put his hand on my neck, pulling me to the wall.

"What floor?" he asked, gently rubbing circles with his thumb. It was sufficiently driving me mad.

"Eight, please."

We rode up in silence. The man winked at me as I stepped off. I gave him my best death glare. Marc led me to our room, which he couldn't get the key to work on. I felt pretty smug myself when he handed the key over to me - it worked on the first try.

We barely made it inside the door before he was on me. He tugged at my jacket while also pushing me towards the bed. His lips on my throat had me so distracted I couldn't get the jacket off.

Finally, we got it off, then he went to work untucking my shirt. I'd forgotten a white button-up, so I borrowed his. It was significantly longer on me than him. We giggled as the shirt kept coming.

"You oughta wear these more often, baby," he muttered. He gave up on the shirt, starting on my pants instead. I kicked them off quickly.

"Take your clothes off," I ordered as I got fully naked under his shirt. I kind of felt like Tom Cruise in that one movie.

Just to torture me, I swear, Marc undid his belt and folded it up. Then he undid his tie and put it in the dresser. "I'm only gonna wait so long," I told him. He waved me off. He unbuttoned his shirt unbearably slowly. I sat down on the bed.

I guess the speed was worth it. I got to take in the glory of his upper body for a bit longer. All tan and pretty, his chest shone under the dull light of the lamps we'd left on hours ago. The dark hair littering his chest growing ever greyer as time passed.

His abs, I must say, are where I stare the longest. Not the washboard abs of superheroes or bodybuilders, but the stomach of a truly strong man. Soft, but not so soft a person would be stupid enough to test his strength.

His arms, oh god, his arms, bulge with muscle. Each movement flexes them, pulling the skin so taut the muscle might explode out. I get the urge to bite his biceps, but I resist, instead watching him finish the mini-show he's put on.

Just in his boxers is enough to get me off. With all his upper body and his legs out? Yeah, that's enough. His thighs are sculpted by the very gods who once controlled him, I swear it. I can see the tendons move in his calves as he steps over to put his clothes in the dresser. Ew, what kind of weirdo puts their clothes in hotel dressers? How did I not notice that before?

"Hello?" Marc asked, falling to his knees before me. "I was doing a little something for you there."

I laughed. "Sorry, I distracted myself." He smiled. rubbing circles into my thighs.

"You look so pretty, baby, especially in those suits. I'd follow you around the world to every one of these if I could see you wear it every day."

"Jesus, isn't that sweet?" I giggled as I pulled his face up so I could kiss him. His stubble had grown out during our week's stay - some genius forgot to pack a razor - and it tickled my cheeks.

He dropped his lips down to my jaw, then all around my throat. "I love this look, but this is coming off," he said, slowly unbuttoning it. His movements were gentle, but there was an urgency to it. His fingers were swift with the buttons.

The tips of his fingers brushed along my shoulders as he peeled the shirt off. "I really should fold this," he muttered, kissing my collarbone as he fought off his urges.

"Get it done, quick."

Marc smiled as he folded up his shirt to go in the dresser. People think Steven's the nerd, but it's totally Marc. For a moment, he got carried away folding his shirts better so he could fit them all in. I just sat criss-cross waiting for him.

When he finally turned, he had the softest smile. "How did I ever get so lucky? A woman like you waiting for me like this." He stripped his boxers and began crawling up me. I don't know what could have turned him on so much, but he was rock-hard already.

"Dunno, guess you're just lucky," I teased as I pulled his face down to mine. He laughed into my mouth.

He hiked my leg up on his hip, then bottomed out in one swift thrust. I'm not sure which of us moaned louder. "Jesus, Marc," I mumbled as he set a quick pace. He grunted with the force of his movements.

It wasn't long before I felt that familiar tug at my abdomen. By the way of Marc's thrusts, I could tell he was close too. Apparently, we'd both gotten ourselves worked up before getting around to it.

He dropped a hand down to circle my clit. The sudden stimulation made me arch up into him. He moved his free hand from my face and pulled my back up to get us closer yet. The warmth radiating off of him was so calming that my orgasm washed over me quickly.

Instead of going to his throat, I put my lips to the arm holding me up. I left marks all along his bicep - which was flexing so hard as he held me up that I could see it shake a little as he kept thrusting.

It was when I bit down a little harder that he groaned, then spilled into me without warning. "Fuck, fuck," he muttered, sloppily thrusting into me as he began relaxing a little.

I pulled him down for a kiss, tender and sweet. "I love you," I said, so sure of it, despite it being the first time I'd said it to him. His eyes widened, but then a smile relaxed his face.

"I love you too."

Marc promptly laid down on top of me, not even bothering to pull out. We fell asleep like that. His hands holding me so close to him we nearly melded into one. Mine in the beautiful curls of his hair, scratching at his scalp in the way that he likes so much.

[descendinginto-madness]

welt except he has a fever and desperately needs sleep

cw: descriptions of illness, high fever, being kinda delirious/out of it, sleep deprivation?, nightmares, headaches, mentions of death

contains spoilers for welt's hi3 lore

also, disclaimer! welt in here is very reluctant to ask for help and feeling bad about it because... well i imagine he'd react like this, BUT! needing help and asking for it is completely normal and valid and okay; please remember that and take care of urself ok!! ily /p

alright, so...

i'm gonna be honest since i found @bugbytez13 's blog welt sickfic ideas don't want to leave my head LMAO except i will write a detailed description of a fic instead of the fic itself. that's it that's the post

tbh this ramble in particular could be made into two separate fanfics (one sickfic and one specifically about the nightmares) but shh

i will forever be self conscious or anxious about things i post that aren't just headcanons or silly little rambles, but also... writing this went surprisingly smoothly so! enjoy the essay or something idk HAHA

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so, about welt...

i just know this man is going to force himself to stay awake. maybe his self-sacrificing issues are less present now, and he doesn't immediately throw himself in danger in every fight ever, but he's still stubborn as hell. so he won't admit something is wrong. he won't admit that maybe getting way too little sleep several days in a row wasn't doing wonders for his immune system and he's now finally feeling the consequences. to be fair, he expected it might end like this, but he didn't want to take breaks - there's still too many things to take care of before they finally head to penacony. and now, he will still insist of taking care of everything, even though his body is basically begging him to go take a nap.

except maybe, he didn't even expect it to get this bad. or thought that he can just power through it. i mean, he's been through much worse, right? this is nothing compared to literally losing his body for some time. but he's sitting in the parlor car, and he's half awake, and unusually cold, and his head is hurting, and keeping up the act is getting harder and harder - but he has to, because the younger members of the crew are here too, even if only march is talking to him.

but they pick up on the fact that something is wrong, of course they do. his eyes are unfocused, he looks like he's about to fall asleep - or pass out - and march had to repeat herself twice for him to even fully process what she was asking him, and so suddenly stelle is next to him, attempting to touch his forehead - and he recoils. "i'm fine," he says, and it's probably a bit too quick and a bit too firm than he'd like it to be, and all of this is stupid, really, because he shouldn't be scared of someone touching him. how hot can it really be anyway if he's feeling so cold, right? but if that wasn't enough dan heng asks an even more dreaded question, "are you sure, mr yang? do you want us to call himeko?" and welt decides it's time to excuse himself, before he makes them even more worried. because even in his present state, he can pick up on the fact they're concerned, but at the same time unsure of what to do, and it makes him feel guilty. of course they're unsure; he's usually their caretaker, and he always knows what to do, and it should never be the other way around. he should've just stayed in his room all day, shouldn't he.

"thank you all for your concern, but i'm alright." he stands up. "now, please excuse me, i still have some work to do." of course that's true, but he's almost certain he won't be able to focus on that- but he just needs an excuse to get out from here and be left alone anyway.

but stelle is right next to him, and looking determined to accompany him to his room, too. "you look like you're about to fall, mr yang," they explain, and he wants to insist that he's okay once again, but realizes he's too tired to do so. it would take him at least a few minutes, and it's a few minutes he doesn't have nearly enough energy for. he just wants to finally lie down. so, he lets stelle essentially escort him into the hallway and to his bedroom, and make sure he doesn't collapse on his way there, and-- it's embarassing, honestly, because it's already so difficult for him to show himeko the slightest hints that something might be wrong, and right now the situation is similar but ten times worse - so it's also ten times harder for him to come to terms with the fact he needs to rely on someone.

"my... apologies for making you all worry," he says quietly when they reach his room, and he's so thankful that he left the lights off, because the parlor car was way too bright, and though the hallway was a bit better, it still wasn't good.

"it's alright," stelle shakes her head, and stands there in the doorway, even as he heads towards his bed and sits down. "i'll ask himeko to check up on you in a bit?" she asks, and he only nods, though he isn't sure if she can actually see it. he doesn't want to talk anymore, he doesn't want to think because even just that seems to make his headache worse, he just wants stelle to leave, he just wants to sleep-- he isn't even sure if he understood her question correctly, but he also doesn't have the energy to care. he falls asleep the moment the door closes behind her, fully clothed and half covered with a thick blanket, but even then he isn't allowed a peaceful rest.

memories from old battles flash before his eyes, silhouettes of enemies he once fought, those against whom he won - but also of those who severly injured or even killed him, and with that come the memories of the pain

and the fear of losing his body again.

when he finally awakens, sweating, shaky for reasons other than his fever, and still feeling pretty awful, it takes him longer than usual to remember where he is. it takes him longer than usual to remember that he's safe.

but now there's medicine and a thermometer on his nightstand, and a note written in himeko's neat handwriting - though he actually spots and reads it some time later - telling him to rest as much as he needs to, because she'll take care of everything; and only after he does read it and feels a sense of relief come over him, he realizes how much the thought of having to leave all the work in order to take a break actually stressed him out. he still feels bad about it, because of course he does, and of course he's going to apologize to everyone later.

but he's also able to sleep more peacefully now.

[practically-an-x-man]

Random OC ask!

Your OCs and their partners have been hit with a musical theatre spell! Every time they have a Big Emotional Moment (TM), they burst into song, which can either be hilarious or quite embarrassing. How do they react?

Haha I love this!! Thank you so much!!

Rae and Warren W: It alternates between really funny and really annoying. Some of their Emotional Moments are just... appreciating that they've made it this far, so it's funny and honestly a little bit sweet if they're just sitting on the couch and suddenly burst into song because they've just started thinking about how nice it is to be given those domestic moments. But on the other side of things... they've had hard times too, and being struck with a big musical number when they're genuinely trying to get through something serious is just infuriating.

Robin and Peter M: Oh, they're having a great time! Robin's a trained stage performer, and Peter is a goofball with no sense of shame, so they just find it more entertaining than anything.

Madison and Alex: Mostly annoyed, to be honest. Neither of them is really the best at emotional moments to begin with, so being startled by a bit musical number when they're finally in a space when they can open up to each other is just aggravating.

Ophelia and Peter P: Eh, similar to Rae and Warren. Sometimes it's funny, other times it's annoying, it just depends on the moment and the context around it.

Gia and Kate: In a weird way, I do think it would push away some of Gia's anxiety - I mean, think about it, it's unexpected enough to stop those overthinking spirals in their tracks, it's strange but it can really help sometimes!

Jasper and Kyle: Oh, they're having a blast with this! They're a fun-loving couple to begin with, and I'm sure they'll find a way to get rid of the curse eventually, but for now they are just hamming it up and having a great time.

Katherine and Ahkmenrah: Ahk is SO fucking confused, and Katherine's trying to find a way to remove the spell - not because it's uncomfortable, it's really fine, but it's kind of distracting.

Kestrel and Warren B: They're both more focused on the fact that it's an unwanted spell (which could be a curse, and the singing thing could be a distraction hiding some more serious curse underneath), so they make a professional agreement to keep their emotions in check until they get rid of the spell. It wouldn't be the first time they'd been struck with some kind of joint curse, so they know the drill by now.

Quinn and Billy: They both find it a little annoying, but One finds it outrageously annoying, so in the end most of that annoyance cancels out and they're mostly amused by how much it irritates One.

Eris and Rick: Eris is so emotionally constipated, it could be weeks before they even realize they're under a spell. And when they finally have one of those big moments... well, somebody's probably grievously injured or something, so that's not exactly the prime opportunity to burst into song.

Nikoletta and Abner: It's just awkward, more than anything. It's kind of mortifying to just burst into song unprompted, especially when they're trying to open up to one another, so it ends in both of them shutting down emotionally for a while until they spell is broken. Not gonna lie, it might take them some time to bounce back from that, since the emotional side of things can be a little fragile for them.

Jimmy and Lars: Jimmy finds it funny, while Lars is immediately set on trying to research and break this spell.

Vivienne and Wojchek: Now that just sounds dangerous. A siren uncontrollably breaking into song at an already vulnerable moment? Wojchek might be fine, but his crew's in serious danger of jumping ship.

Terra, Vi, and Caitlyn: Ew. Pass. Really not any of their styles, they probably end up all going their separate ways until this resolves, just because a big group song just sounds uncomfortable as all hell.

[pboogerswbb]

Chapter 10 - Edged to the very end.

awwwwww so cute how excited she is for her baby bro to visit

“Can’t believe I’m gonna get to see Paige Bueckers. Phew.” -> this should be fun

“Speaking of embarrassment, bumped into Jasper the other day.” -> boooo tomato tomato

" I’m wearing white linen shorts and a matching button down" -> ok your description of their clothing choices is always SO good. Their outfits always compliment their personalities and style so well, its a really nice detail you incorporate and I really appreciate it!

Honestly, what stressed me out the most was that we hadn’t planned this.. -> I feel you girl

“What mama?” -> Tee HEE I love the nicknames and IZZIE DOES TOO

"fingers looking long and strong." -> You would notice that Izzie, you enormous lesbian

"She remembered my brother's name?" -> Zari is falling in LOOOOOOVE

"So I reach over and place my hand on hers" -> just friends

"The way we’ve been holding hands for the past hours, just talking about everything." -> BEST friends

"Yeah, how does one eat three double cheeseburgers?" -> ugh those pics of P getting ready for the espy's chowing down on TWO double cheese burgers… why was that so hot?

“I’m gonna get in the shower.” -> EDGING

"But it killed me, knowing she was right outside that door, lying in bed in her sports bra and basketball shorts, waiting." -> well, go fuck her!

"“You wanna take this off ma?”" -> This is only ending one way

"I lose awareness of everything around me, drifting into a restful sleep." -> EDGED AGAIN

"revealing her perfect, round breasts, groaning loudly at the sight." -> How'd I know she would have perfect tits

“No, now.” -> YUM

“Now,” she repeats, hands pushing me. -> your wish is Paige's command!

“Are you sure, Iz?” I ask carefully, wrapping my arms around her thighs. -> I'm all for asking for consent but DEAR GOD PAIGE JUST DO IT

My tongue darts out licking along her slit, tasting her. -> FINALLLLLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

“Feels so good my love,” -> if a hot chick with a british accent said this to me while I was eating her out I fear I'd never recover

"“Only once?” She asks, which surprises me." -> Girl you've slept with a woman before have you completely forgot about multiple orgasms? Jasper really did a number on her eh?

“How is this pussy so tight,” the blonde groans -> Jasper had a tiny penis

I just realized that in both this and TLIY the Paige rides the protagonists thigh in their first sexual encounter. You have a method lol.

"“Perfect girl with a perfect pussy.”" -> If P said this to me I'd simply pass away

"“I don’t think I can be just friends with you.”" -> NO SHIT!

Perfect as always, 10/10 youre the best. 🦫

I LOVE THESE I'M FINALLY GETTING TO THIS

zari is such a lesbian

they're best friends <333

JASPER HAD A TINY PENIS IS CRAZY facts

yeah idk there's smth about paige being so turned on she doesn't even need to be touched to get off that gets me... sooo..

[matrixxsystem]

Terrapin Soup Part 6 (1/2)

Leo hadn't been sneaking out anymore like he'd been for the past year, after his date with Usagi he started going to his house maybe twice a month but actually telling his family where he was going and checking in on occasion once he was there safely, or well. To better phrase it they'd hang out that often, sometimes they'd be in his house and other times they'd be around the hidden city as Usagi showed him around and they told each other stories of their epic battles. It'd only been maybe two months since their "first" date when they finally had enough free time to have Usagi over. Since usually one or the other had things or Leos family was doing other things it was hard to get everyone together for a night.

"Alright, I'll portal you over later tonight okay? Oh and don't mind the sewer smell, I mean Donnie made some upgrades to the vents and filters in the lair so it shouldn't smell but if it does just ignore it-" "Leo.." "And I mean you know Mikey's gonna try to hug you again right, like a lot, and he's really nosey, I mean they all are but Mikey's the most out of em so you can just push him off or tell him to stop he wont be offended by it." "Leo." "And so is dad now that I think about it- He's probably gonna act all tough and mean but he means well, oh and April might be there? She's like our best friend slash honorary sister and she's human but she's really chill so-"  "Leo-!" Usagi grabbed Leos hands gently pulling him closer, "It's alright, really, you don't have to explain anything. I'm sure I'll have a wonderful time and we'll all get along just fine. Now, you go do what you need to and I'll be here when you get back. Okay?" Leo's expression softened hearing Usagi's reassurance, he was way too good for him... "Okay.. Okay you're right. I'll text you before I come back to get you."  "Mhmm, I'll see you later then. Be safe." "You too." Leo pulled a sword from off his back opening a portal but felt a fluffy hand on his wrist before he was able to pass though. Leo turned to face Usagi, tilting his head to the side a little wondering why he was stopped. "Did I forget somethin-" He did in fact. He forgot a goodbye kiss, which Usagi suddenly (as in just now on a whim) deemed essential to their plans. He pulled Leo closer kissing his cheek, still trying not to be too forward and let go once he was satisfied. 

"Now you may leave." "I-I uh... I" Looks like he broke Leo, congrats.  Usagi chuckled and gently pushed against his plastron leading him to the portal, "Don't overthink it, though I hope you'll return the gesture when I go home tonight?" Leo could only nod as he stepped though the portal backwards, the bright blue obscuring his vision as he crossed, and once it disappeared it left him in the hallway in front of his room. Mikey peeked into the hallway having spotting the blue light that wasn't usually there. "Leo's back!!" He called, followed by a small stampede of his brothers coming to invade his privacy as per usual. 

Leo stood frozen, his face still stuck in it's flustered expression as his brothers asked him a million questions which he heard none of as his mind was far too occupied with thoughts like; 

Did that really just happen? How long had he been wanting to do that?

Should I have done it back?

What if he goes to kiss me next time not on the cheek?

What if I wanna kiss him not on the cheek?? I mean I do anyway but like should I ask, would he be okay with that?  Oh god what my first kiss kiss is bad? Has Usagi had his first kiss yet??

"Leo??" "-What?" Donnie rolled his eyes as he finally managed to snap Leo from his thoughts after calling his name several times and tapping a fingers against his head as if to see if anyone was home up there. "We were talking to you Nardo. How'd it go?" "O-Oh.. Right. I uh.." He smiled softly glancing back to the wrist Usagi had grabbed to stop him, "It was good, really good. He'll be here tonight." Donnie nodded, typing something onto his wrist tech, possibly texting someone or giving a new command to SHELLDON, whatever it was it didn't really interest Leo to ask. He instead gently pushed past his brothers and headed towards the kitchen, "Hey do we have anymore soda left?" "There's just that orange Crush stash Mikey think's we don't know about behind the fridge"

"Hey-!" "That'll do, I need somethin' fizzy"

-_-_-_-

The night rolled around as normally as it could get between four mutant turtles living under New York city. Leo was a little more anxious then he'd been recently but his brothers (Raph mainly) reassured him that everything would go fine, and that everyone had agreed to be on their best behavior for Leo tonight. And once April arrived everything was falling into place, Mikey started cooking with Raph there to supervise while Donnie went and hid in his lab most likely seeing to any last minute upgrades to make the lair that much more presentable. April managed to corner Leo in the uncomfortable privacy of his own room and demand answers.  Donnie however was not holed away seeing to the lairs maintenance, maybe he had been up until a moment ago but now he was much more occupied with the recording device he'd installed a while back, wanting to test out the new higher quality recording tech. And let's be honest he was never one to exactly care who's privacy he was invading when it came to his tech. Leo was already a perfect test subject so he selected the blue icon from his end and waiting for the audio to come in. Him and April were having some sort of talk about Leo's day. "Ooo and then what happened?" "He uh, well I was about to go home but then he pulled me back from the portal." "For what?" "..W-Well.. He um.." "Well..? ..Oh.. Oh! Leo did he kiss you?" "I mean- Yeah but it was only-" "Ohmigosh! That's adorable! Hold on hold on let me get my phone so I can capture this moment! Okay, tell me everything!" 

Donnie turned the app off not wanting to hear about those kinda of things, he'd rather Leo tell that himself and even if he didn't exactly care he was smart enough to know when he shouldn't eavesdrop on a private conversation. He let out a little sigh and pushing himself away from his work space, spinning the chair around to face the other wall lined in another set of monitors. "Let's see.. Ventilations good, the security systems doing well.. There's... Hm.. That's-" Donnie scooted his chair forward more to inspect the words running across several screens. "Maybe.. I should get Raph." Back at the kitchen Mikey and Raph we're.. Not arguing (They most defiantly were) about what kind of food to make. "Mikey look my phone says that rabbits eat hay, they're vegetarians, it doesn't say nothin' about meat!" "He ate the pizza puffs and those has peperoni in them! And he said they were great! He's a yokai and they don't eat only what the animal parts eat y'know!" "Well why can't we just stick to what the internet says? We've got a bunch of fruits and veggies we can use!" "We're omnivores Raph I'm not gonna take the easy out and make a fruit salad for the seven of us! We have to have more variety!"

"Go ask Leo then he eats with him all the time- So much for my help" Mikey rolled his eyes and gently patted Raph's shell, "You tried and I appreciate that, we'll do part of your idea at least, but we can't have just hay and salads that's not balanced. I'll be right back, why don't you pick out some viggies and start washin em off okay? I'll go find Leo and ask."

"..Yeah okay."

Mikey left the kitchen and headed for Leos room, barging in without a second thought and interrupting Leo and Aprils chat. "Hey Leo what does Usagi eat?" Leo tensed up hearing the sudden question, quickly looking over to Mikey with a confused expression, "W-What do you mean?" "Like for dinner, what do you think he'd like? Raph says rabbits are vegan and eat hay but yokai aren't the same as the animals they're mutated from right?"  "..O-Oh! Right! No no, he's not vegan or anything, I guess... I don't know what he'd like, I think he'd be willing to try anything really. He's not really picky or anything that I know of." "Maybe he'd like some turtle~?" April said with a laugh, gently nudging Leos arm despite his tense reaction. Mikey's eyes lit up at her implication and she smiled more as she gave a nod confirming Mikey's assumptions. "Okay okay" Leo said rolling his eyes, "Enough about this, you go cook, I should finish cleaning up around here" -_-_-_-

Mikey and April had left Leo to finish making the corners of the lair presentable since he was excited to show him around, he didn't clean much since it wasn't that bad with SHELLDON doing most of the cleaning but there were a few things he figured could use a bit of touching up like his growing piles of empty pizza boxes and comic books. After he was content with his work he got his phone out asking if Usagi was ready to be brought over and then texting his siblings as well letting them know he was going to get Usagi soon. Everything was good so Leo opened a portal and stepped through, when he looked around he realized the hidden city didn't exactly have a sunset, the sky was just the ground above them so it made sense but it was still a bit sad to think about.. Leo shook the thought from his mind as he approached the house, knocking on the door and taking a step back to wait. After a moment the door opened but he was a bit surprised to see someone beside Usagi answer. It was an older Lion yokai, grey hairs just starting to peek though his mane. He looked.. Not mad but not really kind either. Stoic was a good word. "O-Oh, hi um. I'm here for- Usagi!" He smiled as he saw him a few feet behind the man trying to make himself taller to see better. "Ah Leo!" "So this is him?" The lion asked, turning back to Usagi. If he was a bit younger the deep tone of his voice might've been attractive- Nope. no no no let's not go there, don't sexualize your boyfriends adoptive dad. Usagi nodded, his eyes glancing to Leo then back to his teacher, "Mhmm, the one I had dinner with not long ago. He's been.. Very good company. I'd like to keep him around." 

Leo tilted his head a little, not really able to hear what they were talking about, but after another moment he turned back to face Leo. Looking him up and down like he didn't really approve but then stepped aside to let Usagi out. "Don't be gone long. We have things to do tomorrow." "Of course, I'll be home later tonight." "And you, kame. Hurt him, or keep him from his duties, and I will eat you." Leo tensed up but nodded, "I- Of course sir. Though I wouldn't be very filling, you'd have to fatten me up first haha" Leo tired to joke but he didn't seem phased by it.. He pulled his sword back out opening the portal and giving him a small wave anyway. But not to the lair, instead when they stepped through they were at the top of the New York Times building. Part 6.2

Part 1

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[serendertothesquad]

Seren's Studies: Odd Squad UK -- "Should Odd Acquaintance Be Forgot" Episode Followup, Part 4

Well...halfway through the episode now. Taking it as it goes, but man, people, shit's hard.

Below the break.

(A post-editing note: I was informed that Leonie is, in fact, a girl, and not a boy like I thought. I'm keeping the LGBTQ+ theory because we've already gotten gay triangle villain and they could extend that to child villains too, but keep in mind that Leonie is a girl and not a boy. That's my bad.)

I will choose to pass this as "Onom explained how the gadgets work on the way here".

Just...for the sake of my rapidly-decreasing sanity.

Ohhhhhhh...huh. So that's where that final scene in the gadget competition results video comes from. I mean hey, they got balls to give us a teaser, at the very least.

But also, is this meant to be this precinct's equivalent to the Odd Squad Warehouse? And if so, why are all of these adult construction workers here? If this goes to the outside, and this area is not a part of the precinct's HQ, then I have a hell of a lot of questions.

"Is it 'get a pizza'?"

Ahhhhh Ozzie...you poor schmuck. Stuck with a goofy scientist and a stoic-in-name-only Security agent who are both fixated on food when chaos is running rampant in town. Surprised he doesn't rescind his temporary leadership based on that alone!

So throughout this franchise, we've gotten blue, green, red, and now purple blobs.

If they keep going with a yellow and an orange one, we can get the whole damn rainbow.

"So what's next for you three?"

Regretting their past actions and contrived stupidity?

See, at least Obbs had plans for world domination, and then domination of another planet.

These three? Fucking amateur hour, and I'd honestly love if some Odd Squad agent went, "Okay, so then what?"

Really, this is just the cameraman being really bad at his job.

Not...not the show's cameraman. The newscast's cameraman.

THIS WAS N O T HIM FUCKING ABANDONING THEM!!!!!! DON'T YOU FUCKING GET IT?!?!?!?!?!

I'm just...I'm weak...I'm so fucking weak...Tasha, you're fucking killing me.

"But...I panicked" NO BRO. YOU COULDN'T HANDLE THE FUCKING PRESSURE. GET SOME GODDAMN TRAINING, P R O P E R TRAINING, AND COME BACK.

"You think we're masterminds?"

Well I sure as hell don't, considering you don't know how to read a fucking book.

I...what??? Just like that??? ARE YOU FUCKING K I D D I N G M E . Y'ALL ARE GONNA FORGIVE HIM JUST LIKE T H A T ?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Okay, look. I've heard complaints about The Shadow's reformation being too quick. Personally, I disagree, especially when you stack it up against whatever in the assfuck this is. The Shadow, at least, had a moment of doubt before she was fully reformed and accepted Opal's apology -- and the acceptance wasn't just because of status quo; it was sisterly love and appreciation. These three just go "oop well okay sure, you're forgiven" with the only doubt being about what they've done, with Ozzie giving a half-hearted speech that has no impact.

This shit? IS SO FUCKING ASS AND WE ONLY HAVE THREE MINUTES LEFT TO GO. I've never wanted to fire a lightsaber into my eyeballs more.

Ohhhhhhhhh...so just...exactly like the pienado...

Dad, give me the lightsa- GIVE ME THE LIGHTSABER.

No. On five million levels. NO.

Yes, even with Orli asking if they're on the heroes' side now.

FUCK YOU. A MILLION FUCK YOU'S. UPON YOU AND YOUR FAMILY. DISHONOR ON YOU. DISHONOR ON YOUR FAMILY. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

Usually I don't mind Orli's self-aware shit. Here, however, it's grating.

Onom deciding to go get pizza instead of, y'know, helping out is grating too. At the very least, though...he's in the Side Character Bin where he belongs, just as God intended.

Yes, "did I miss anything?" be damned.

Ah yes, resurrection. If I imagine myself as Directors having that innate power because they can live for millennia, it actually makes this better.

Wh...I'm sorry, WHAT?????? This precinct was facing a serious lack of agents and now you're sending the one agent that was brought here to boost numbers awa- OH. OHHHHHHHHHHHH NO I NEED MY WONDER DRUGS. WHERE'S MY TYLENOL. WHERE IS MY ADVIL. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH-

BAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THIS GUY COULDN'T FUCKIN' STAND BEING ALONE SO HE DECIDED TO ROPE ORLI BACK INTO GOING TO NIAGARA FALLS??????

JUST MAKE HIM PART OF YOUR PRECINCT CAPTAIN O OH MY G O D .

"Turns out there's a lot of oddness back home."

How the fuck does he know?! He lives IN A CAVE BEHIND A WATERFALL. W H A T FUCKING ODDNESS DOES HE HAVE-

*long sigh* This finale was tolerable before it started slipping into "the US government's new form of torture for most-wanted criminals". Having the falls turn into chicken soup is not a wake-up call. It's an isolated incident. THIS MEANS NOTHING.

I- and...and just like that??? He accepts it?!?!?!?!

I'm...my body hurts. My soul hurts. We're really just doing anything and everything to wrap this up in 11 minutes and I hate it. God, at least Olando actually got a whole-ass resolution to his problem by making the decision to stay, even if things were handled poorly. This is just...straight ass!

ooooooooooh she said the line oooooooooooooooh- shoost me. shoost me fast. shoost me hard. all the way to the moon.

I AM GOD, AND I FROWN UPON THE SIN THAT IS THIS ENTIRE FUCKING EPISODE.

There is absolutely no fuckin' chicken soup that can heal my broken-ass soul, Osgood.

Why the music is cut off, too, I will never understand. And fuck this whole.

And your credits for this episode, for what might be the final time.

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Overall...oh my God. I think the followup speaks well enough for itself, but in case it wasn't clear, let me lay it down for you in a single image.

God I've been itching to use that image for a month. Really any image to add to my text reactions, but...Tumblr's photo limit.

Pretty much everything about this finale was a trainwreck, to the point where it makes "Odd Together Now" look valid enough for a Peabody. From the villains' motives, to Ozzie making up with them, to how the conflict is resolved, to the ending...all of it was the most shit-laden thing I have ever had to sit through in the nearly 10 years I've been with this franchise, and to dive into it in-depth requires another essay entirely. There are a select few funny bits, I will admit, but nothing particularly redeeming about it.

I'm going to dash some hopes now while I'm on a bitch streak: if you think this finale's abrupt ending means we're going to get another season, stop hoping. Please, I am begging you, stop hoping. Abrupt endings are very common for this franchise, and just because the finale has one doesn't mean we're getting a continuation. Of course, I could be wrong, and maybe PBS will see that it might be doing numbers and decide to greenlight another go, but given their track record with Odd Squad favoritism-wise, I don't see that happening. And if it does happen...well, maybe it's just the cynic in me, but I don't think it'll get better, even if we get more than 12 episodes. Ever hear of the complaint that video games should take as long to make as is needed for the game to be good? This season/series was made in the span of a year, and it's crystal-clear that's not enough time to make a season perfect regardless of episode count. Whether the rush was due to the 10th anniversary or not is up in the air, but I'd have been fine with waiting another year or so and having something else be done for the 10th anniversary. However long it takes, so we don't get the slop that this was.

My disappointment expands beyond the cosmos. It is, by every conceivable piece of mathematical knowledge, beyond immeasurable. And my entire fucking Spoopy Month has been ruined by people who can't recognize the signs of franchise rot.

*deep breath* Now that that's out of the way, some future plans: I'm currently working on a few more Seren's Studies, including my overall thoughts on the series/season as well as a study on PBS Kids and how they treat Odd Squad. Expect those soon, hopefully.

For now, I need to take a shower, scream, cry, and melt into a puddle. And then sleep. Preferably for half a millennium, whereupon I will wake up and then promptly Google "what happened to odd squad".

Oh, and if you've been reading these...thank you. These have been crazy fun to make, whether I have a good time or a bad one. Screaming into a mic is better, but banging keys works just as well. Stay tuned.

Seren out.

[akuma-homura]

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oh fuck yes akuma kourin made it on here too

I desperately want to make a V3 cover of this song, but uh. I do not have the range to get near a lot of the notes for this song, and since it's so distorted, using a vocal remover to rip the vocals for a midi doesn't work either.

eyelash flutter at anyone who might be able to have have a better time doing midis so i can do the cover,,,,? >KICKED

also i'm gonna ramble about this song because... i have a history with it

but also I have a history with this song. Like. Okay, first off, fun fact, it-- or at least the video?? was apparently an april fools project! Like I'm pretty sure at least the video for it was definitely >lets push its dark and ~disturbing~ nature for the giggles-- some parts making this obvious tbh.

But as a kid like, I didn't know this. It struck a chord in me in actually horrifying me. Plus like, admittedly, I was still in my deeply christian raised mindset too, despite some of my likes, so seeing something translating to Devil Ascends or whatever, seeing a pic of baphomet, seeing KAITO on the cross was like. Felt very blasphemous and scared me in that way too wheezes

but I was also. deeply fascinated with it. like it genuinely piqued 14 y/o me's interest despite being scared of it. (this also isn't surprising, my interest and love for KAITO literally started from me actually being creeped out by Yandere KAITO stuff but... being fascinated. Then RP's started, and that sealed it.)

so eventually I, a 14 year old who only knew english despite living in an area and family where I should have also learned Spanish too but it didn't catch with me, wanted to translate it myself to see what the fuck was going on in the song.

Of course, I didn't know Japanese at all. I didn't know how the language worked at all, I didn't even know how sentence structure or word structures worked for it.

But what I did have?

.....2009 era online machine translators.

You can imagine the quality that was spit out by them.

I used multiple of them though, not just Google-- I don't remember the names now, but. I basically translated lines with what was at least 4 different machine translators, also cross referenced some kanji and words with... fuck, was it wikipedia at the time? other google sites? I don't remember, and like. Wrote down my best understanding of the combination thereof.

again. you can imagine the quality of the translation.

BUT. it did at least give me SOMEWHAT of an idea of what was going on in the song... somewhat. Honestly I still felt a bit confused, but there was the general gist of

>...possible demon possession? Demon possession from computer....??? mental breakdown. Trying not to hurt a loved one bc of it I guess???? are they fucking crucifying him. oh he's hoping for god to save him in the final days or something

Honestly. It's one of the 'founding' songs in my head for Proto(the KAITO muse that eventually became 'mansionKai' with retwrites which bacame Kai / Kadin), among other certain yandere KAITO songs.

...because that's the thing, it's also a yandere KAITO song! So that's also some context to think of it in!

I always hoped someone else would see the song and want to do a Proper translation of it, but like... that never happened. Over a decade passed and I never saw a proper, good english translation for it. It's a shame, honestly.

Nowadays, with machine translations, Google Translate has actually notably improved-- and we have the likes of DeepL, too-- but. That doesn't always take into account of context, and other little intricacies when it comes to language and lyrics and such.

And like, I have a cleaned up DeepL translation on the reupload for the song now-- and it IS better than the one I put on it with annotations over a decade ago. But...

It definitely feels like >man. I need someone who actually knows the language and could see things I'm definitely missing to give this song a proper english translation.

(also, I admit, I also sometimes have a hard time grasping even just. how things are said in english sometimes, and what could be better said in english, and such things, so like, that doesn't help)

Anyhow, I do legitimately like the song. The fear of it has obviously passed, and finding out it was an april fools project kind of also has me like >haha. wow. i sure Experienced over what was a joke.

but hey, that's just how art is, I guess.

Honestly, with the DeepL translation, I do feel it still fits as a founding song for Proto, hahaha.

[fff777]

Part 2 of reaction to Dream sketch #10 in Manila, Singapore, Macau, and Kuala Lumpur

Markren

Not sure if this Michael Jackson choreography was in this performance before but it looks like Haechan started a trend and the rest of the 00z followed

A bit of Nomin shimmy shimmy shenaniganery

Fans miss Chenle <3

Marknomin continued

Haesung :P And Jisung seems to have a backpack of a character but I can't see clearly if it's who I think it is lol

Jisung bidding farewell in English and Mandarin <3

Macau!!!! Chenle is back!!!!

Ooh Fire Alarm rehearsal

Jeno brushing the back of Renjun's head and then apologizing lol

Haechan tickling Jeno's armpit as he passes during the choreography and then Mark shrinking in on himself to avoid the tickle too lol

Mark just flexing to the camera as they're about to head to the stage in Macau

Jaemin just stopping in front of the camera and going 加油

Jisung shimmy

Jisung was so amused by the huge neobong plush

Aww for Candy, Jaemin just walked out alone and confused and then the other Dreamies ran to join him <3 They're so cute

Oh wow, two concerts in Macau.

Mark practising his Mandarin <3

Lol Donghyuck saying they're going to get hot pot after this and Jeno being like please cook the shrimp balls through this time. And in the background, Mark continued to practise in Mandarin.

Jeno asked Chenle how to say something in Mandarin and Chenle said it once, and Mark and Jeno repeated it immediately after. The Dreamies are really good at listening to something once and then repeating it. I could never.

Jeno and Mark practising Chewing Gum in Mandarin :3 and the Jisung joining in their rehearsal.

I looked up the first song that Jeno sang and it was 青春修煉手冊 by TFBoys. I knew it sounded familiar lol. Here's a clip of Jeno listening to it and singing it 7 years prior.

The song that Jeno sang with Jisung was an unreleased song. You can find an earlier reference to it again in the clip I linked in the bullet point just above.

Apart from Jeno and Jisung singing Mandarin songs (!!!!!!!!!), it would be nice if Jeno and Jisung got to sing more in general <3 Jisung especially has such a nice voice, even Renjun said so :P

I could hear Mark singing another Mandarin song in the background but I didn't look it up.

Chenle practising Best Friend ever in the mirror with his paws out while Jisung and Jeno watches

Mark singing along to the falsetto in Broken Melodies >3 Mark should also be singing more!!!!

I'm not gonna lie guys...3J is pretty powerful

Jaemin: 准備好了嗎???

LMAO is that Renjun on the cushion with the wide shoulders

Mark cheetah hat

Mark looking at Jeno like "are we going to hold hands? we're gonna hold hands, right?"

And then Jeno running to hug Jaemin XD Too bad the equipment covered them up haha.

Oh my god, puppy boy really is out here living his best life

Now onto Kuala Lumpur, which is the final stop of their Asia tour (I guess other than their last concerts in Seoul).

Jaemren <3

Jisung wearing some rings. Also I still can't get over the fact that he just wears a hoodie for practice without a shirt underneath. I don't know if it's just me but I think that would feel weird if you get sweaty lol.

Nomin shoulder massage

Mark working hard to carry Renjun

Renjun trying to shake out of Jaemin's hold every time he tries to touch him ^^;; Renjun wants to play angry wife so bad.

Twerking

Jaemren <3

Jisung talking about 520 being the confession day in China :P

Jisung snacks tour lol

Chenle...

Wow, over 30 concerts in total

Jisung: Oh, the camera is heavier than I thought Mark: Let me~ The tone that Mark said it in was very cute :3

[venbetta]

I saw this post and the additions, I really loved these so much. As someone who also has glam Freddy rotating in my brain 24/7, rent free, I feel like I wanna ramble about some bits of dialogue of his that intrigue or tickle me.

I'm gonna use his unused voicelines as examples, and each segment is also based on the video chapters.

Something that makes me a lil sad about SB is how rushed and incomplete it was, there was clearly a story going on and yknow I wish we got to see how the characters were before it all got finalized. Especially Freddy. His first voiceline from the original trailer was BONE CHILLINNGG, I get goosebumps.

But his unused lines really interest me. I'm gonna write my thoughts for each section of voice lines with quotes...

Parts & Service

I think about this line often, as Freddy introduces the P&S section to us very casually, before hinting at "behavior corrections".

What the hell do you mean corrections?? What are they doing to yall down there?? He clearly holds back from saying the real thing.

Honestly this line is what made me develop the headcanon that Freddy (and the other glams to a certain extent) are dealt with servere punishments for mild misbehavior. Of course I can see if it was for something like going on a rampage or injuring someone, but like... imagine if they got punished for small instances

Forgetting to show up for a party? Messing up on stage. Dealing with a rude customer improperly. Like really minor stuff.

Idk that line makes me think. It feels like Freddy doesn't wanna disclose that.

The headcanons go so hard with that line.

Also where the hell did that party pass come from? Sir?? Answer me.

I also love how he explains the party pass to Gregory. He's so whimsical about it. Even though the boy's pretty rough around the edges and mature despite his age, he still tries to make it appealing for him

It's the subtle excited spiel he goes on, even if it's commercial and programmed into him. It's like lowering down to a small child's level and explaining something in simple terms.

Sure, Freddy knows Gregory is very capable (especially if this takes place in the middle of the game), but it's cute to see him treat him like any other kid.

Early Fazcade Introduction/Boiler Room Mission/Power Outage Mission

I grouped these sections together because I have the same curiosity about them

First of, I wish there was context. Like I get that Fazcade is the DJMM mission, but what about the other two??

Sucks we'll never know

But there's also this odd tone/disposition Freddy's taken in these lines. Why does he sound so tired? Solemn almost? Idk maybe I'm overthinking/overanalyzing it.

Maybe Kellen was just tired that day LMAO

But it makes me wonder why Freddy sounds like that

As the previous posts point out is Freddy gradually coming to terms with the state of the plex and that everything is basically going to shit- especially in a matter of hours.

It makes sense that even the most optimistic person(?) could fall to exhaustion and strain at a certain point. He's been helping Gregory escape and keep him alive for five hours straight with occasional moments of rests. On the go. No time to sit down and think

It's just one thing right after the other, and Freddy is uncomfortable as much as Gregory is, and he basically lives there.

Imagine living in your house for all your life, thinking and being told everything's fine until you actually find out there's a fucking amalgamation living in the basement. Like honestly, that would be quite exhausting to deal with.

Poor Freddy, he's just trying to keep this kid alive, but his energy is running thin. That's what it sounds like during these parts.

Which Shirt?

Okay Freddy's had a lot of good lines in most games he's appeared in post SB, but this is downright the cutest thing. (After the cut "it tickles" line from Hw2)

This is definitely the beginning of the game because he's still whimsical. The fact he's excited about shirts of all things despite being surrounded by gift shops all his life is adorable.

And that's only because he's interacting with a kid who's the target demographic for said shirts.

The little "hm?" Is fucking adorable. Why is he like that? He's such a fucking dad omg.

Despite how serious of a situation they're in, he just wants to lighten up Gregory's mood probably. Distract him. Maybe do a lil dress up (God imagine).

And seeing Greg indulge and pick out a shirt, it's the sweetest interaction we could've gotten out of these two. Freddy's little "d'awww" kills me.

I used to hate the fire escape ending but honestly it makes me giggle at the absurdity of it. Not only cuz it's confusing (...not really), but the fact that Freddy just blatantly commits arson.

VIP

Some might point to Michael Afton and whatnot... but man, can we just separate him from anything post fnaf 6 and just indulge in the absurd decision that Freddy- a ROBOT- decides to commit arson.

As stated in the posts above, his moral compass is very circumstantial. I fully believe that he does it to put an end to everything.

It makes 100% sense, he's burning a bridge (or a building in this case) so that nothing bad like this can happen again.

He knows the sins of the company he was born into, and he doesn't want anyone else to suffer. It's kinda badass, honestly. He's fully accepted there's no fixing any of it.

He's oddly goofy about it though. Like "I have a finger lighter :3!" *cutely commits arson* "whoopsie!"

Freddy- no? That's not...

I mean good for you, but sir. Please.

I also headcanon that he has pyromania... and definitely had prior knowledge of how flammable those plushies were lol

Security Access/Customer Database

Another line in SB that makes me giggle, "But I highly doubt anyone's that dishonest!" It's so silly

Like I understand why they might've cut it out, it's extremely self-aware. And Freddy Fazbear of all people saying it would apparently be too on the nose for the entire story of the franchise.

But it's just so funny? Freddy's either delusional or trying hard to compensate for the company's botched systems of security.

Like we have really good security systems that even a 7-foot animatronic couldn't break through, but if there's a fire... uhh... idk, good luck, I guess.

Also the database line is insane. Really cockblocked the entire fanbase with that line

Typical cutting off important information cliche

Like how does Freddy remember Gregory? And before anyone says "GGY" ... I have a hunch that it wasn't exactly planned out. I mean it would make sense and honestly maybe it was alluding to it, I believe it to an extent

But looking at how the game came out before the books, I wouldn't say its definitive. It's just fascinating though.

Negative Rumors

Funny how the database line is followed up with Freddy's subtle lore spill. What do you mean older models?

Some say it's the older models going from Pizza Place, all the way back to Fredbear's (I also thought too)

But knowing that there are other Pizzaplexes and that there's an alleged prototype Freddy, it also adds some meaning to his line.

Freddy's clearly unsettled and even distressed. Again I wish the context was known for what warranted this response?

Did they both stumble upon something regarding him? Clearly. But what?

And it honestly adds more to his existential crisis, even if it was initially silly. Like he's aware of there being older models of himself and versions of him at different malls

There's been terrible things that happened. He actually acknowledges it! Before, he's either compensating or he's unaware, but this line is where he confirms that- yes- a lot of bad shit happened. Technically, he briefly says something similar during the East Arcade mission when Gregory quips about the tight security.

But this cut line holds so much power, and whether he's referring to older models of himself or the 40+ years of Freddy Fazbears being "flawed", it's just insane how potent it is.

Freddy Searching

I'm a simp. I love good guy Freddy, don't get me wrong, but damnit, give me whatever this is.

The growl, the way he pleas. "I thought we were friends?" Man, it goes so hard.

Also he's hot. I'm sorry. I need him to say "Superstaaaaar?" like that a few more times...

Honestly, I wish we got to see him corrupted or go rogue. It would've been so cool even if it was disappointing. Friends and I have made aus based around this idea god...

Survival Mode Introduction

I don't have much to say other than how cool of an idea this was. I want there to be a survival mode just so I could see how this plays out

The one thing I like about Freddy in this, though, is the way he tries to frame the lockin slumber parties. Clearly, they're problematic, and the fact that they were even a thing is concerning yet hilarious. There's also the way he subtly chuckles(?), sheepish because "Oh God, that sounds worse explaining it out loud." Makes him human.

I like the constant quirk Freddy has of trying to deescalate/comfort Gregory's nerves by either awkwardly succeeding or making it slightly more befuddling.

Also, he sounds so cool. That last countdown didn't have to be that theatrical, but it was.

Again the growl... I won't stop simping you can't make me

Intrusive Message Response

Freddy butting in like this was interesting due to the fact that he suggests a way for you to deal with Monty. I think this line was added back into the game.

But yeah the fact that he gives you clear hints of taking down the other bandmemebrs, especially with Monty, it's pretty clear he's made up his mind

I know most people who say "but Freddy didn't want his friends to get shattered!" But he definitely shifts his perspective at a certain point.

Not exactly clear on what caused the shift but it's there. It's unfortunate that his friends had to get injured at the expense of being upgraded...

I'm gonna mention this last tidbit since it's not in the video, but there's a line where Freddy says "I could go through this gate if I had Monty's claws"

... he sounds so weird saying it. Compared to Chica and Roxy, he doesn't say much. But Monty? That's odd but also funny.

He doesn't even push to know where he got the claws from, knowing damn well its Monty's. "How fortunate!" Freddy- Freddy... sweetheart, just say you don't like Monty, okay? (Lighthearted)

I think that's about it, I feel like I rambled a lot... I might've missed some things?

I just really like Freddy, and the posts above really had me giddy and excited about his quirks and how much he changes throughout the game. Sure most of it is surface level, but being able to find ways to interpret him is fun, especially looking at how he functions morally.

One last tiny note, I think it's funny that he doesn't condone cheating at games, but let's Gregory steal public property (merchandise and tools via the gift boxes). Sure, *some* of it is meant to help him.. but do you think if Freddy saw Gregory swipe candy from the kiosk, he'd turn a blind eye or...?

Freddy's pretty interesting from a moral standpoint. He goes from this commercial being who tries to compensate for the sketchy business practices, to someone who becomes tired and strained of the mayhem, and ultimately finds that there's no way to fix the mess and sins of the past; history will repeat itself, one way or another. Break the curse.

Glamrock Freddy’s Morals

I’m losing my mind over Glamrock Freddy’s moral compass. He is honestly such a treasure just because of his perceptions of good and bad.

Firstly, he praises the Pizzaplex’s scheme with the Fazcams; they’re only sold in Monty Golf and are also banned from use there, so they are confiscated (presumably to be resold).

But if you bring him into Fazer-Blast and try to make him enter the ride, he says with UTTER disappointment, “Shame on you, Gregory! I cannot enter the attraction with you, it would be cheating! It is against my programming to cheat!”

Like you’re okay with cheating people out of their money and merchandise but God forbid he play Fazerblast with me. (FYI I JUST WANTED TO LOOK FOR COLLECTABLES, I HAD ALREADY BEATEN THE GAME)

He complains of the fire safety system, but he is willing to SET THE BUILDING ON FIRE in one of the endings.

Finding a Bonnie Bowl ticket? He’s thrilled! Gregory is disappointed by the Mr. Hippo magnet? Someone could have died and Freddy would be less distraught.

Like, Freddy, man, what are you doing????

[sashi-ya]

𝑩𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝑨𝒃𝒚𝒔𝒔, 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒆 ~ +18. Martial God! Byakuya x Great Calamity! Reader

✦ a rather dramatic smut scenario inspired in Heaven's Officer Blessing AU. In case you don't know about what it goes; it is a chinese BL novel turned to a donghwa. The novel tells the story of two lovers; a Martial God (which is essentially a prince that became a god with great skills) and a Great Calamity (a ghost/demon that holds an upper position, basically). two realms are discussed in this fic; the land of gods and ghost city. " tw: in this AU, gods and ghostshey are able to shapeshift, as well as change gender whenever they want, so, Reader will start being a woman but end up having his real form at the end: a man. Gender swapping for reader, if you aren't ok with your gender changing please proceed with caution. oral sex. bondage. a lot of angst. anal sex. "𝑩𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝑨𝒃𝒚𝒔𝒔, 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒆" is one of Xie Lian's (the mc) most famous phrase. if you wish to read more about the spiritual meaning of such word, I found this awesome post that explains it perfectly. I'm not sure why I cried so much writing this, but yeah, enjoy :P ✦ wc: 2k

Across the lands, his temples showed proudly the image of his holly form. The dry branch on his left hand, and the one with sakura buds in his right hand, meant to the worshippers the transformation of the death to a higher self. It also meant how fast life could go from blooming to drying. Byakuya wasn’t a God of water, nor wind or earth… he was, the god of ephemeral life.

He was strong, and he was venerated. His long black hair, fell like a rain on his shoulders and back.

He walked the path of greatness, and never once he had been found guilty of impurity. There was one night, however… that the God’s body went to Abbys. And even if he went back to the skies, his heart rested lingering in paradise for eternity…

Walking through the lands of the living world, he crossed many bridges. One of them in which a soft caress encounters his face. The delicate touch of a passing woman, her eyes of different colours. She is beautiful. More than that; she looks like the embodiment of sin and lust.

He immediately grab his sword, the motion that looked like slowed time took the blade to her neck. “Who are you and how dare you touch me?” he asks, as always so irreverently and uprightly…

“Ah… sometimes even I forget that you are a Martial God” you whisper, moving so fast away from the edge of his relentless sword. Your hands play with his hair and his body exudes high spiritual power.

He takes distance from you. “I’m not gonna ask you again, who are you?” he demands to know. You shouldn’t mess with such a powerful God.

You smile, sadistically. You make him gasp; maybe because of amusement, maybe because he finds you incredibly beautiful. Something about your appearance turns his inside world upside down, and, the urge to break the path of cultivation to be finally dragged to hells.

“I’m someone you surely know too well from past lives, Byakuya~” you purr, acknowledging yours and his non-human nature. “You have become a wonderful God after your ascension… I must ask you, though… why have you been repressing your desires?”

He frowns -a lot more than usual-. Byakuya is confused, with himself mostly. He feels like you are being sincere, but, at the same time, he fears you are indeed way more stronger than you appear. And, in fact, that’s exactly what he learns by suddenly attacking you again.

Your swords cross in a strength and power competition. It doesn’t take you too much effort to make him back up almost instantly, and soon he is left panting, pinned against the floor with your serrated edge lingering over his neck.

“You are… a ghost. Aren’t you?” he huffs, looking at you with those piercing severe eyes he’s always had, even when lying in the floor a few seconds away to be defeated.

You smirk, carving the ground next to him with the tip of your sword. “A ghost?... Not just A ghost… I’m sure you know by now who I am, exactly” you giggle. How comes he isn’t able to remember who you are? Or even worse, recognize you are no other than one of the Great Calamities.

Byakuya’s lips separate, he finally understands. And with the snap of your fingers, he finally passes out because of your strong power. Byakuya is a Martial God, but not a creature as strong as you.

When his dark blue eyes finally open, he is lying on a big bed. The sheets are satin, and they are as pink as the buds of sakura flowers he holds in his hand.

“Wh- where am I?” he asks, shaking. Byakuya feels cold, as if has been dragged to hell.

“Where do you think you are, Byakun?” you ask, sitting in your big chair right in front of the bed. You are eating fruits, right from the hands of beautiful ghosts. Men, women, all of them wearing revealing clothes and their bodies garnished by golden beads.

He suddenly gains strength to stand up from bed, but even if he tries, ties of dark force restrain him to lay with arms and legs spread on the mattress. He widens his orbs. Never has he ever been in no control… or maybe he was, but- not during this life.

You stand up from your seat, waving your hand so that the servants leave you two alone. Walking like a snake towards him, you yet got to decide which body you wish to use this time.

Byakuya begins to struggle to be freed, with of course no luck.

“Stop fighting, you are gonna leave marks on those beautiful pale wrists if you keep pulling. You used to be so docile to me, Byakun… What happened to you? Has heaven changed you? You were always a dark prince to me”

A sudden click comes to him. The term you used to describe his older past has finally made him understand who you are. And why, you, openly admit knowing him. Before he ascended, you or your soul had inhabited a man he knew too well.

“(Name)?” he asks, swallowing. His eyes glimmer for a brief second; maybe he wanted to meet you so badly as you during this eternity.

“Good boy. You recognized me, and you didn’t even need to see me in my real form. Do I look good as a woman, Byakun? Do I look appealing to you? What happened to that woman who married the God? Did she die?” you inquire, with a tint of darkness in your tone. Almost as if you wished to hurt him.

He looks to the side, taking his eyes from you in great shame. A heavy burden stands on top of his shoulders. Byakuya left your world, he joined another. A rather more holly one. And not only he did that but also he married a woman. A pure, innocent woman.

Not a ghost.

Not a calamity.

Not an evil energy, like you.

“Are you ashamed, Byakuya? Do you feel guilty? Is that what taking your eyes from me means?” you ask, crawling in bed next to him. Your fingernails, long and sharp, and black and dangerously, graze his chin to make him look at you again.

But his eyes are teary. And yet, not a single drop of pity hits you. You were the one who had been abandoned, why is he then the one crying?

“Are you ashamed?!” you ask again, with a louder voice and clear pain in your words. “Tell me you are ashamed! You left me here, you left me alone in here” you protest, and carve your nails in his warm cheeks as you crawl on top of him.

You slap his face with no remorse. You simply needed it. Why isn’t he saying something?

Releasing one of his hands from the spiritual handcuffs you take his hand to your breast. “Feel me. See? You like this? you like women more than men?” you ask, on the verge of tears. You force his hand to squeeze your chest, seeing his cheeks grow blush and his breathing haste.

In between hate and desire, you bend over. Your long hair tickles his temples, like the violent caress of a thousand ivy. Your lips, who linger so dangerously near his, are blessed by his warm breathe and the accelerated air scaping his lungs.

You look at him with your head tilted. Memories and hatred uniting in one, the urge and revenge playing thug of war inside you until both combine as if they wanted to use the rope around his neck.

Your lips crash against his. Your teeth bite and pull from them, extracting even some drops of sweet God’s blood that burn your tongue. But you don’t care and keep going, and as you, he does too.

Passionate, out of breath kisses make him hard. And that makes you mad. So mad.

“Your hardness is only an insult to me. You really prefer women over men, don’t you?” you cry out, once again grabbing his face from his cheeks. Byakuya’s eyes are blurry, he is scared. So scared, but still pleads for your mouth to go back to his.

But you won’t give him that, instead, you will make him pay for the disrespect. Crawling off his lap, you snap your fingers and in a blink of an eye mirrors suddenly surround that bed.

From every corner he can see you. He can see himself so pathetically tied to a bed of a Calamity, while being the great noble Martial God he is. A prince so impure like Naraka itself.

“Look at yourself, look at me from every corner” you order, ripping his clothes off. The pure white coverings, the pink details and golden, and everything so extravagant falls like crumbles of dignity on the floor.

Just as you remember… Pale body, the indentations, and accidents of such perfect anatomy. The marks that once you left there, had been erased with the time. Even the kisses you thought were to remain eternally planted in his skin. There is nothing but dried branches of those now. His spiritual pressure lowers, or maybe yours grows bigger and bigger. It’s asphyxiating to him, is heavy on his chest.

“There is nothing left of me on this flesh” you mourn, looking at him with eyes injected in blood and tears that fall down your corners. “But you were mine, you were only mine”

Byakuya’s lips tremble, his long lashes show wetness from his crying. He only wants you, no matter the form you hold now. A woman, a man, a beast. Come back, kiss his skin, feed off his taste and feed him with yours. Get drunk on his scent, let him ascend with yours.

“I’m still yours…” he dares to murmur in between sobs.

You, who have turned your back to him, take a look from the side. You don’t want to fall back into those lies. Because he told them once, and now he told them twice. But even ghosts, with hearts that don’t beat, also feel the pain of missing a love.

“I’m still yours… I haven’t touched anyone, never again since I left. I didn’t touch her, either” he dares to spit, making your limbs go almost limp. And you know it’s not true. Or is it?

You turn around, walking back in between his legs. Like a crawling creature you go up, kissing from the bridge of his foot up his limbs. The inside of his thighs, that are so tender, invite you to bite. And you do, making him moan in pain and in pleasure as well.

His hardness growing more and more, dripping, throbbing. Your tongue going up from his perineum to his gland. It tastes as delicious as before, and perhaps even more. Now that he is sacred, now that he is holly.

He squirms to your oral torture, his eyes go white, his head back. It’s like a work of art, to see the muscles of his back tensing in the mirrors around. His chest going up and down, rapidly, trying to make some oxygen go inside his lungs but never once reaching enough.

You search for his look, but he can’t even see. Byakuya’s open lips, pouting. His moans show, how much, how many years, he has restrained himself from sin.

But it’s definitely the words that come as the first flowers of spring what break you in half, in thirds and in million pieces…“I love you so much. I have waited for you every day and every night. I missed you so much, I missed… I missed you so much, (Name). A life of eternity in hell wouldn’t have been enough to pay for leaving you behind…”

You snap your fingers again. His hands are freed and reach for yours with delicate intertwined fingers that grip tightly. He invites you to go on top of you. Your body takes the real form, his does too.

White aura surrounding him. Red surrounding yours. His legs on each side of your body, you burying on him, deep, deep inside. Your mouths interlocked, your tongues dancing with each other. Chests one against the other, sweating bodies sharing the intimacy connection of love and lust.

“Come back, come back as many times as you want…”

[saikokirakira]

Just a Ransom Fic for now

[edit 17/09: idiot me forgot to add a plot summary. this is what happens when you thirst too much. 🤡]

summary: After being released from prison, Ransom hides away in a bar at the lesser end of town. He finds you, a pecular little thing, and wonders how much he can screw you over. Literally and figuratively.

or...

Ransom is adult-grounded and decides to cause chaos, starting with you. Luckily, you're down to fuck.

a/n: choosing to post this first because it has been collecting dust since – checks version history – march. might need feedback if the rest of my draft is worth adding parts. this is also the filthiest thing i posted (but not wrote) so far.

also... my personal author's note from february for myself was pretty funny.

[Note: The power went out while I was writing the snu-snu. It was God telling me to go do my bedtime routine, and as punishment, I am gonna have to take a fucking cold shower without the heater.]

word count: 4.9k (60 words away from 5k of pure thirst, good lawd)

warning/tags: MINORS DNI, 18+ only, Ransom 'Sweater Daddy' Drysdale (walking red flag), reader is kinda dumb, p in v sex, no mentions of y/n, dumbification, size difference/size kink, oral (both receiving/giving), mentions of drug use, alcohol, language/cursing, non-canon to the film (Harlan lives), not proofread (i'm literally dozing off while doing final checks), self-indulgent fic

When Ransom first met you, you were almost a breath of fresh air. Given that he was in prison for a couple of months, being in that seedy little bar was literally fresh air to him. He almost thought that your voice was wasted on the piss-drunk people who weren’t even paying attention.

In fact, Ransom was surprised people were even listening when they booed after you mentioned that you were taking a fifteen-minute break after your first set. You seemed to take it as a compliment when you blew a kiss to the person who booed the loudest, which Ransom figured out as a plea for one more song. You hopped off the small platform and skipped over to the bar right beside to the man who couldn’t take his eyes off you.

“Enjoying the show?” you asked, your voice still holding that sweet melodic tone even when you weren’t singing.

Ransom was about to snide at your comment, until he caught himself, realising that you were asking him a genuine question about your performance. “I’ve heard better,” he said nonchalantly.

Like earlier, you didn’t take it to heart. You took the small virgin cocktail you got from the bartender, who gave Ransom a nasty look behind your back. You took a long sip before sucking on the orange wedge. “Sure, you have,” you replied, turning to the bartender and giving him a childish orange wedge smile.

Ransom narrowed his eyes before coming to the conclusion that you speak in the literal sense. Two months in prison, and he was still hyper-aware of the constant snarky and snide conversations from his family. Like he said, breath of fresh air.

“You don’t look like you’re from around these parts,” you noted, making Ransom raise a brow at you. “The clothes, the way you present yourself,” you shrugged. “Also, most of the regulars here know each other.”

“Let’s just say it’s the only bar in town where I won’t run into people who know me,” Ransom said, swallowing what’s left of his drink in one shot.

Especially those fuckers from the country club who bailed on him as soon as those cops arrested him.

You hummed in thought before going back to nursing your own drink. You didn’t look like you cared to know more or even ponder further on the mystery of his identity. Ransom liked that you minded your own business, but maybe too much. Your disinterest might not make you want to end up in his bed at the end of the night.

A man walked up to you and whispered something in your ear. You smiled and nodded before passing back your cocktail glass across the bar. “Thanks for the drink, Mel,” you said. Then you glanced to Ransom. “Back to work. Enjoy the rest of the performance, new guy.” You hopped off your stool and skipped back to the platform.

“Good luck, pal.”

Ransom turned to Mel, the elderly bartender that shot him the dirty look earlier. He immediately got on Ransom’s nerves for not being able to mind his own business and eavesdropping. “Two more beers might improve my chances then,” he ordered with a plastic smile but not an ounce of emotion behind his eyes.

Mel was not discreet in hiding his disgust as he handed Ransom two bottles. “Look, rich guy,” he began, “they’re a good kid. I can serve you all the alcohol you want, but you best find your conquest someplace else.”

This old man is really getting on his nerves. Ransom unconsciously zoned him out as his attention was pulled in by your voice. You were right how most people in the bar knew each other. You were singing a song in a foreign language that had everyone cheering and clapping along. They were entranced by you.

… and so was Ransom.

The rest of your final set went with songs that anyone else can zone out to focus on their drinks or company. At one moment, Ransom’s focus shifted to a leggy brunette that insisted he buy her two drinks. Seems like he had his company for the night sorted out.

Except that she asked too many questions.

Ransom was not unfamiliar with female company that constantly questioned him about his background. Like you said, the way he dressed, the way he presented himself, even the way he talked, displayed how high up he was in social standings. Now, it just was nothing more than an inconvenience.

With Ransom’s face plastered on every celebrity – and often, business news section for his third DUI — was it even his third? Maybe fourth? — Harlan and Linda finally cut him loose for another bad rep he caused on the family business. Well, maybe as loose as they can take without the press making more of an issue out of it. He served his couple of months since none of his shit family would pay his bail, and he didn’t even have enough on his account because Harlan insisted that Ransom pay the fines and his car repairs by himself.

To make things worse, Ransom had to earn his allowance again by working as Harlan’s research assistant for a few months. Like some fucking child. Which meant he has to stay in town and couldn’t go back to Boston.

Now, he was sitting in a seedy bar to avoid people who know him and still expected to hang around his family until his goddamn parole ended. His self-seething boiled an angry burn in the pit of his stomach, so he began ordering in the shots. If he gets another DUI, so be it. By his fifth shot, the brunette was getting upset at the lack of attention that she turned her attention to the gentleman across the bar.

Ransom didn’t care one bit.

“I know I’m no professional, but you don’t need to get wasted after hearing me sing, dude.”

Ransom turned to the source of melodic giggles and saw you back in the stool you occupied an hour ago. Wait. Did she – or they, whatever that old fart said – just call me dude?

“Definitely not interested in me,” Ransom unconsciously muttered to himself out loud before clearing his last shot glass.

“On the contrary, I find you very interesting,” you chimed, nursing another orange-y mocktail. “I don’t get new faces among my audience, and you look like you know how to have a good time.”

Ransom raised his brow, his interest now spiked. Reads people well, but shit at judging character. He took a glance at Mel, who was busy making drinks for a group of people across the bar. Eat shit, Mel. He smirked as he leaned forward to you. “Are you open to all kinds of fun?”

You tilted your head to the side, looking charming as ever. “What kind of fun are we talking about specifically?”

If Ransom wasn’t the asshole he was, he would be scared over how this person managed to be so openly trusting with that innocent aura they carried. It was almost as if they were hiding something. Then again, so was he.

~

Maybe Ransom wasn’t going to get another DUI after all. All he needed was a “your place or mine” question, and she – they, damn it – offered to drive at their apartment, mentioning that they had somewhere to be in the morning. By the time they got to their place, he was almost surprised at how the building looked.

It wasn’t a place Ransom would choose to live, but it was definitely around the upper middle-class area of the town, which was something that a bar singer could never afford. Definitely hiding something, he mused. At least he wasn’t going to regret not insisting they go to his place.

“Let’s go? Or are you too drunk? I can drive you home and call a cab from there,” you offered, worry flashing in those innocent eyes.

Ransom scoffed. He was never too drunk for sex. He was never too drunk to drive himself home either. To prove his own point, he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in for a searing hot kiss, not caring that the gear lever was probably digging into your abdomen somewhere.

You smiled against Ransom’s lips before pulling away, tasting a mix of alcohol on your lips. You rubbed at your waist, where the lever lodged itself while Ransom took your breath away, and said, “Okay, dude, you proved your point.” After a pause, you snickered, “Well, not really.”

Ransom rolled his eyes. “Jesus, call me Ransom, enough with ‘dude,’” he said, getting off his Beamer.

You did the same and locked the doors before tossing the keys over to Ransom. His inebriated state had him fumbling over them in his fingers but catching them ultimately. You giggled at the sight, which Ransom thought sounded almost like tinkling bells as he followed you up the steps to the building entrance.

Once both of you were shut inside the elevator, Ransom caged you into a corner and bent down to capture your lips. He didn’t acknowledge how tiny you were in stature until now. The top of your head barely reached his shoulder that, after a while, Ransom decided to lift you by the waist and hook your legs around his waist.

Everything your legs felt was pure hard muscle, all concealed by his thick cable-knit sweater. You didn’t even expect how tiny his waist was until he kept your thighs firmly around it. With your thighs secured, Ransom’s hands slithered up your skirt, grabbing a good handful of your ass that had you whimpering against his lips.

You opened your eyes and glanced at the elevator screen. One floor left. You pecked Ransom’s lips one more time before hopping off the open elevator. At the end of the hall, you grabbed your keys from your purse and unlocked your apartment with Ransom following behind you.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Ransom was on you like a starved man. He lifted you on his shoulder, making you screech and giggle uncontrollably, something that only made the heat in Ransom’s belly bubble further. “Bedroom?” he grunted.

“Open door on the left,” you said, your hands sneaking up his thighs. “Wow,” was all you can muster when you stuffed your hands in the back pocket of his pants. Even his ass was pure muscle.

Without any form of gentleness or grace, Ransom dumped you on the bed and began stripping off his clothes, which prompted you to do the same. However, once you got to your stockings, Ransom wagged a finger at you to stop. As you looked at him in question, he finished pulling off his pants, leaving him in his tented boxers.

Clad with only your bra and stockings with your skirt bunched up by your ribcage, you whistled at the sight of Ransom’s sculpted body. “Can I just...?” you trailed off before reaching up to touch his pec, then his broad shoulder before feeling down the very biceps that flexed under his sweater when he manhandled you. “Dude, you’re crazy ripped.”

Ransom flashed you an unamused look from the name before pushing you on your back to the mattress. Your surprised gasp was music to his ears. The second one when he ripped your stockings right at the middle was far sweeter than the first.

“Ransom!” you finally cried out, pouting at your abused clothing.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be crying out my name for better reasons in just a second,” Ransom teased, unhooking your bra with experienced ease before tossing it to the side. He leaned back to admire what he was about to ruin and was pleased to see how you were already so worked up by him simply undressing you.

“I’m mostly crying for my stockings though.”

Ignoring you, Ransom grabbed the thin strip of your thong and dragged it to the side, exposing your slick folds to him. “All this for me? We barely even started yet,” he chuckled, running the pad of his index finger along your slit.

Your hips jumped off the mattress, and you let out a needy moan. Jesus, they should sing those moans at the bar instead, Ransom thought. More...

“Take them off,” you gasped, pulling at the elastic of your stockings. “Ransom, take them off.”

“No.” Ransom slapped your thigh as a warning. “You behave and keep these on. Maybe I’ll reward you if you stay good and keep calling me by my name.”

“Ransom,” you moaned, pushing your hips up as a means to find some sort of friction. “Ransom...”

“So needy, so obedient,” Ransom hummed, finally slipping a finger into your warmth. He appreciated how you eagerly took him in and was ready for more. His biceps were already stinging from your nails digging down as you begged for more.

Yet throughout all that desperation, those eyes looked up at Ransom with the same innocence out on the stage. It filled him with an overwhelming urge to just ruin you but also keep that innocence just for him. Only him.

And he has the entire night taking it all.

Ransom pulled you to the edge of your bed then dangled your legs over his massive shoulders. He heard your breath hitch at the first contact of his lips on the exposed skin of your inner thigh. His amusement extended when you whined out his name again as your hips strained against the firm grip he had on them.

A pinch on your thigh had you yelp when Ransom gave you another warning of behaving. Clenching your toes and fisting your sheets, you relaxed and spread your legs wider, but not before shooting him an impatient glare. That look resulted to a full bite on the opposite thigh, making you cry out.

“Please,” you moaned, panting in anticipation. “I’ve been good so far.” At this stage, you couldn’t even rub your legs together with Ransom settled between them. Your pleasure and relief all relied on him giving you what you needed.

Ransom seemed to take so much pleasure seeing you at his mercy, squirming and crying out for him. He flattened the pad of his tongue and licked a rough trail on your pulsing nub.

“Holy shit,” you hissed, wanting to run your hands all over his hair but chose to dig your nails into the mattress. You didn’t want to seem forward or too personal with the gesture. You were also pretty sure that he took his time styling it. He looks real pretty.

Annoyed that your mind was drifting someplace else, Ransom worked his mouth with an unrelenting pace that had you coming back and moaning without any regard of your neighbours. The walls weren’t paper thin at all, but the volume of the noises Ransom was pulling out of your lips from every suck and lick wasn’t something to underestimate. Heaven forbid you would start screaming by the end of the night, and damn, you were that close when he added his fingers to the mix.

You were quickly losing your breath from the overwhelming pleasure that was running through your veins. Your hyper-fixation on Ransom’s mouth working his magic didn’t even make you notice that your fingers had been pulling at his scalp, just as you wanted earlier. With his own hands busy, you managed to sit up and curl down over his head, scrambling for some sense of control, but Ransom wouldn’t have it.

“Ransom,” you gasped, feeling the coil tighten in your belly.

Ransom pulled his mouth away from your pearl and replaced it with his thumb, wanting to look at your face as you fell apart. Your hair, cropped short, was sticking to all sorts of direction. Seeing your head titled back and eyes squeezed shut, he usually didn’t care, but this time, he wanted to see this girl — fuck, person, whatever — come by his hand.

“No! Why?” you cried out, sitting up and whining as he abruptly stopped altogether. You growled, the adorable sound reminding Ransom of Harlan’s dogs when they were puppies, before they became total nightmares whenever he stopped by. He thought it was cute how you growled and thought you actually had a chance as you struggled by moving your hips with his fingers still inside you.

“That’s right,” Ransom smirked, curling his fingers inside your warmth, causing you to shudder but not enough to come. “Keep your eyes on me, pixie.”

In the midst of your lust-filled haze, you managed to raise a brow at the odd nickname. You heard babe, baby, doll, even the occasional love, but this one... you liked. You allowed it with a bite of your lip as his thumb roughly rubbed at your clit, your eyes fluttering shut again.

“Now, are you gonna be a good g– be good for me?” Ransom caught himself, and he almost hated himself for caring so much about how you identified yourself. I just don’t want to put them out of the mood now that I’m knuckles deep in their pussy, he reasoned with himself.

“Why are you being mean? I’ve been good for you the entire time,” you cried out, falling back on the bed. You could feel your orgasm slipping further and further away, frustration taking its place. You closed your thighs in a desperate attempt to move Ransom’s hand by your control.

“Hmm, let’s see,” Ransom drawled, moving his fingers at an impossibly slow pace from the confined space you created for yourself. “I gave you orders to look at me—”

“I’m looking at you now!”

Ransom glared at you before moving his index finger to pinch at your swollen nub, squeezing a surprised squeal out of you. “Forgetting your manners, pixie,” he spat out.

You opened your mouth, readying for a retort, when the haughty look on Ransom’s face made you rethink on pulling a bratty one on him. With a pout, you spread your legs and sat up, your hands gripping at Ransom’s shoulders. “I need it Ransom, please,” you sweetly begged, your tongue darting out to run against the smirk on his lips.

It must have worked because Ransom lightly pushed you back on the bed and began pumping his fingers at a satisfying pace but still controlled as a warning to keep you aware of him. This time, he also kept his free hand on your knee to keep your legs open. With the pressure building back in your core, you were almost in tears to have Ransom get you there faster. Your head began to turn into mush as you babbled out a mix of his name and pleases.

“Ransom, I’m close,” you panted, your half-lidded eyes struggling to stay open.

Aside from the flush on his neck and chest, Ransom kept his arrogant, self-assured air around him, revelling at the mess that you were right now. “Go on,” he smirked, letting go of your knee to run a trail up your torso. His hand ended up at your neck, and Ransom swore you felt your walls clench on his fingers from the slight pressure on your throat.

Next time, Ransom thought, biting his lips at the thought of an actual next time. When his hand moved down to your breast instead, you almost looked disappointed, but Ransom didn’t let you linger as he curled his fingers just at the right spot, which was all it took for you to fall apart. Ransom leaned over you to catch a perfect view as you cried out through your orgasm, grinding helplessly against his hand.

When your cries died down to tired moans and hums, Ransom slipped his fingers out, causing you to shiver. If you weren’t as flushed and breathless as you were, the embarrassment would definitely show on your face as Ransom held out his hand, wet with your slick and come. Even his signet ring on his pinky now had different kind of shine to it.

“What a mess, Pixie,” Ransom tutted. “You’re too fucked out from just my fingers.” When he began lowering back down your thighs, he hushed your protests, moaning about your sensitivity. “Shh, let me clean you up.”

Ransom managed to drag a smaller yet still thigh-quivering orgasm out of you with his tongue before he finally stripped you off all clothing. He pulled your thighs off his shoulders and climbed back up the bed after a small stop to retrieve a packet from his pants. With a firm grip on your waist, he lifted you onto his lap as he laid back against your headboard, wordlessly telling you what to do.

With your wobbly limbs, you hooked your arms around his neck and captured those soft lips, tasting remnants of yourself on his tongue. Sounds of wet kisses and the crinkling of a foil wrapper filled the room for a good minute before Ransom tapped your bottom as a signal. Reluctantly pulling away from his lips, you raised your hips to position his cockhead at your entrance before slowly sinking down. Despite coming twice, you still felt the burning intrusion of the fat head pushing through.

Ransom took great amusement at the sight of you trying your best to take him in. As small as you were, you managed to take more than half of him before your thighs began shaking. You could definitely take more of him, but damn if he wasn’t starting to feel like coming then and there.

“Tsk, do you need my help? Still?” Ransom asked. “Did you become a useless dumb baby from coming twice?” He tutted as he pulled your face to his, biting at your bottom lip that settled into a pout from his condescending tone.

“Your fi-fingers please,” you gasped, nails digging into his shoulder.

Though he would’ve liked to keep you on your toes a little while more, Ransom started to feel the pressure building as well. With a twinge of impatience, which has always been one of his defining qualities, he reached in between you to give you what you needed. Taking him in another inch deep in your tight walls, he finally let out a groan, which turned into a hiss when your walls clenched on him again.

“You like hearing how good you make me feel?” Ransom’s voice was rough and raspy against your ear. “You’re doing so well, Pixie. Just a little bit more.”

You shivered at Ransom’s hot heavy breathing against your ear, combining with the slow circles he was rubbing on your swollen pearl. You did want to take more, but damn, you felt so full that you swore that you can feel every vein lining his dick against your walls. The very thought made you clamp around him again, making you shudder at his breathy moan. You wanted to hear more, just as he pried moan after moan from you earlier.

Now on a mission, you steadied your knees, gripping his broad shoulders for support as you rose up until only the tip of his cock was left inside you. Arrogantly, Ransom remained seated back, both amused and turned on over how committed you were to take all of him in. Not many of his conquests were that bold to take all of him if they didn’t do so in one go. Maybe the truly kinky ones, he mused.

You carefully looked down, and Ransom, definitely knowing what he was doing, pulled his hand away from your clit, to give you an open view of you and him connected. Even though your hole was plugged by Ransom’s cock, it didn’t stop you from leaking down his shaft. You whimpered at the sight, squirming in your place until Ransom grabbed a good handful of your ass, squeezing tight.

“Don’t you dare lose me from that sweet cunt, Pixie. Or else.”

You shuddered at the thought. Would he grab your neck again? Put you over his knee? All terribly bad yet so good ideas, but you focused on the task at hand instead. You hooked your hands around the back of Ransom’s neck, keeping his gaze level to yours. Then… you sank down to his full length.

Holy shitballs. The pleasure that washed over his face and that delicious long groan was enough to make you come. And you did.

“Fuck,” Ransom panted, feeling you pulse around him. He so desperately wanted to follow you over the edge, but this was his first pussy since he got out. He was not ending this night that quickly, not with an unusual find like you. “That’s it,” he grunted, grabbing your hips to pull you underneath him on the mattress. Without giving you a moment to catch your breath, Ransom did not even hesitate to start pounding into your abused hole.

“Wait,” you gasped, feeling the line between pain and pleasure blur. “Ransom, wait!”

Ransom grunted, annoyed but slowed down regardless. “Hurts?”

You shook your head, yet not being able to help your hips jerking up to meet his thrusts. “’m sensitive,” you squeaked.

Ransom let out a noise between a scoff and a chuckle before going back to his unforgiving pace. “You will give me one more,” he declared. “You’ll be good for me, right?”

Not trusting yourself to speak, you nodded frantically.

“What was that? Use your words, Pixie,” Ransom said, his hand reaching down to place a warning thumb on your clit. Still, his pace caused his finger to move and stroke at the bundle of nerves, sending electricity down to your toes.

You cried and tried to pull his hand away. “No more,” you begged. “Can’t. No more.”

He easily moved your hand away and shoved it back to your side. “One more, one more,” Ransom panted, his release quickly approaching. “Fuck, you feel so good.” His rhythm was starting to falter as he chased his peak while you were reduced into a mess of babbles and cries.

“Your pussy is fucking choking me,” Ransom growled. “You’re going to make me come. Yeah? Are you gonna let me come on that pretty mouth of yours?”

“Yes, yes, yes, Ransom!” you babbled almost noncoherently.

“Fuck!” Ransom shouted as you squirted around him, the wetness spraying on his thighs. He quickly pulled out and crawled up to you, ripping off the condom and tossing it to the side. He tapped the head of his cock against your waiting tongue.

Your eyes locked into Ransom’s towering figure as he knelt over the side of your head, roughly stroking himself to finish. Then there it was. The man’s O-face was so deliciously sinful that your core traitorously throbbed just from the sight of it.

Spray after spray of his come filled your mouth. Ransom carefully held the back of your head but not pulling you deep enough to reach the back of your throat, and you knew exactly why. When Ransom started to calm down, you pulled away but not before giving his tip one last suckle to catch the remaining drops.

You leaned up on your elbows, not trusting your legs to sit down. You looked up at Ransom who was staring down at you, panting and eyes dark. You flashed him a close-lipped smile before sticking out your tongue, showing him most of his spend, thick and heavy. You giggled when you swirled your tongue around your lips, dribbling all over your chin.

Ransom’s cock twitched at the sight, making him growl at you in warning. As much as he wanted to keep you up until it was bright outside, he was starting to feel the downside effects of all the alcohol he consumed at the base of his skull. Maybe if he had a bump he could definitely go on, but the drugs he carried that night was confiscated when he got arrested.

Instead, Ransom cupped your jaw, tilting your head higher. His thumb scooped back his come and pushed it back into your mouth. He then pressed his thumb against your lips, keeping them shut. Much to his approval, he saw the slight movement of your throat. Not a quitter, he mused.

“Did I do good?” you looked up at him hopefully.

Ransom smirked. “You were a very good g— you were good, Pixie,” he said, dropping down on the bed beside you to catch his breath.

You giggled. “I don’t know what Mel told you, but you can still call me girl, you know. I don’t mind either way.”

Ransom scoffed, caught red-handed. “I didn’t want to assume.”

“Nice to know you actually care, dude,” you said, finally deciding to sit up. You absolutely needed to go use the bathroom now. Maybe brush your teeth.

Swinging your legs at the edge of the bed to test them, you carefully stood up and made your way into the bathroom, aware of Ransom’s eyes on your backside. Once inside the bathroom, you grabbed your toothbrush, loaded it with toothpaste, then took a seat on the toilet. After relieving yourself, you finished brushing your teeth before going back to your bedroom.

Much to your surprise, Ransom was still on your bed, now passed out. Even though he seemed to be the type to leave right after a hook-up, you figured all that alcohol he had at Mel’s finally caught up to him. You didn’t mind. It wasn’t the first time a one-night stand actually stayed the night on your bed.

Though you may have underestimated his size because your double-sized bed made it seem like a single from all the space he took.

[bbwithaknife]

Lessons in Calligraphy Part Two: Cross Your T's (Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader)

Hello hello and happy holidays. Today I gift you part two of my Adrian x Reader fic. It's my first smut too. It's not good, but listen I wrote it and my goal was to finish it and I did, so I feel pretty accomplished. My writing is incredibly rusty and forced but I'm proud I combatted my depression and said "fuck you I'm gonna do it anyway." <3 as always feedback is appreciated but please be nice as I am sensitive.

Warnings: Minors DNI. Explicit content. Please note reader goes by she/her, has a vagina and breasts. If I am missing anything, please let me know!

Word Count: 3k+

Part One

To say the car ride home wasn’t strange would be a lie. Before you had joined the team you were already pretty familiar with Evergreen, living just on the edge but still within the city limits. Adrian had made the comment that he knew the town like the back of his hand, never once leaving it. He recalled an incident involving a 7/11 and “some dead guys here and there” being the last time he’d been in your neck of the woods. His footprint of life was the complete opposite of you, moving outside of your hick countryside community as soon as you had the chance and headed straight for Gotham. And clearly, Gotham didn’t last very long and you landed in a mirror of a town you used to call home. 

You looked out the window of the “Vigilante Mobile” to admire the way the street lights shined down onto the asphalt below as you zoomed past, the yellow glow like millions of electrical lightning bugs. Adrian was doing the speed limit of course. It had rained momentarily, just a small dusting of rain as you made your way to your destination. The droplets of water stuck to the window and dissipated as you rolled it down. You stuck your hand out and rode the wind. The scent of fresh rainfall hit your nose, a comforting experience. 

He stayed silent for a few more minutes until the car reached the first stop sign. You made a mental note to inform Adrian that brakes shouldn’t grind like that.

“If I guess why you like me, will you tell me?” If he turned on the car’s interior light (if it even worked in this old hunk of junk) he might see the pink across your cheeks. But knowing Adrian, he wouldn’t dare turn the light on while driving. “That’s illegal” he would say, even though it’s just one of those things parents say. The car pulled forward and was back on the move.

“Fine.” You rolled the window back up and took a deep breath. 

“Is it because of how cool I was with that scimitar a few days ago?”

“No.”

His hands tapped against the steering wheel, thrumming a beat. “Oh! It’s because I’m all caught up with Fargo now.”

“No.” 

“Uh, you appreciate the friendship P and I share and commend us for escaping toxic masculinity and embracing our sexuality?”

You have to stifle a laugh, you know he’s being serious. “No.”

He could go on asking questions for hours if you let him. He would probably drive around aimlessly with no “Point A to Point B” in mind if you hadn’t told him he’d passed your house. 

“Shit, sorry.” He mutters.  A full stop and legal u-turn later, you arrived. Fishing your keys out of your pockets as you exit, the chirp of the car’s horn signalled it was locked could be heard right after your heels hit the pavement. Adrian was still playing guessing games on the way to the door. 

“You appreciate a hard-working busboy!” He sounded so matter of fact. You could feel his presence behind you, hell if you took a step back you’d be pressed against him, back to front. You moved to turn the key, but he was still going. “I mean, I guess maybe it should be busman. I’m 30. No one really considers a 30-year-old a boy, right? I mean, sure I’ve got a bit of a babyface -“

“It’s everything, I guess.” You can’t hide the bashfulness in your voice. You were hoping the creek from the door hinges would hide it when you finally push the damn thing open, ushering him inside. Sure it was dark out, but this was Evergreen; neighbours are nothing but nosey. How would you explain to Beverly you were ushering a wanted criminal accused of multiple murders into your little bungalow? Was he here for a game of Bridge? 

The moment you closed the door and lock it behind you, turning to meet his gaze, he’s on you like a bear to a beehive. Teeth clashed before lips met in a devouring kiss. Your keys fall to the floor clattering on the tiles below. He’s crowding you now, with your back against the door and a large hand gripping your ass. 

He breaks the kiss briefly to meet your eyes with a confidence you’ve never seen from any man. He’s just looking at you and you can feel a build in your core like back in the office. It only makes you turn red. 

You barely have time to register his hungry gaze before his lips meet yours again, this time with a hint of tenderness. You’d bet top dollar you were as red as a fire truck. 

A rouge hand was slipping under the fabric of your shirt. The action hitched it up, the naked skin of your back making contact with the cool metal door behind you had you arching into Adrian. The chain of events had him moaning, a sound you felt you couldn’t get enough of. The friction of his leather gloves became absent for a moment that felt too much like forever but your suffering paid off when bare hands took their place. Rough to some, his touch felt like silk to you. 

Adrian had no patience to even attempt unclasping your bra. Rather he slipped his thumb underneath the painful wire and pushed swiftly up. Your breasts were barely exposed to the air when he took a nipple into his mouth, tongue hot and wet and incredibly overwhelming. The strangled and startled moan you released in response had him reeling back almost as fast as the Flash himself.

“Fuck, sorry - sorry, I should have asked first.” You could tell Adrian was trying his damndest to at least attempt to look you in the face, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off your breasts, both nipples now pebbled from the exposure. 

“No-” you started. Christ, you sounded as if you’d just run a marathon, desperate for water. Thirst too strong for anything else to be your main focus. “No, Adrian- please, you can- you can do whatever.” 

Oh, the expression on his face. He was going to destroy you. 

Lips drag along the valley of your breasts and fingertips trail behind until his palm was centre with your nipple like an arrow to a bullseye. And his grip, Christ the man could squeeze.

The sound you made in response was downright embarrassing. You brought your hands to your face, shaking your head. 

Smooth move, nimrod!

It didn’t seem to phase. Hell, if anything your noises were riling him up. 

Large, wandering hands slowly creep their way south.

You begin to strip your blouse and bra, properly despite the unsteady hands. As you undo each button, teeth graze into the flesh of the start of your hips. He’s tugging desperately at the sides of your bottoms.  

Adrian Chase has seemingly forgotten the invention of buttons and zippers. Trembling fingertips reach down to assist and in seconds goose pimples prickle the skin of your legs. All of your garments had now pooled around your legs. Quick fingers had sunk into the band of your cotton panties taking them down in a quick pull. 

What happened next, however brief was definitely going to be something you’d replay over and over; he takes your foot, carefully caressing as if he's about to place the glass slipper on in reverse as he helps you free yourself completely, allowing for your legs to spread as wide as either of you wanted. 

“Please” He breathes your name, face so close threatening to plunge in. 

“I meant what I said, Adrian. Whatever you- oh God!” 

Adrian pulled away and you whined like a spoiled brat not getting their way at check out. It echoed through the entryway. 

“Sorry, fuck I just -” He spread you open like he’s inspecting, potentially even committing to memory. “You just have such a pretty fucking pussy” His voice is deep, dark, husky, and hot. Too fucking hot.

He doesn't even offer you a chance to respond before he dives in again. Tongue slowly starting from bottom to top, always taking a precious few extra seconds at your clit. A repetitive pattern, a technique perfected. Maybe you were a bit biased, considering the donor but you’d never felt so aroused in your life. 

“Oh, fuck. M’so close . . .” you trail off, as a thick finger (or fingers; you honestly can’t tell at this point) enter you. You feel full and can only imagine how he will feel once he’s fully truly inside you. You didn't believe Chris for shit - thimble my ass. Something in the way Adrian carried himself, especially in the Vigilante suit, gave you “Big Dick Energy” vibes. 

Adrian Chase, apparently Olympian of Pussy Eating, seems to be aiming for gold as lips suction themselves to your clitoris. At this moment, time moves slowly and words come out that even a scholar wouldn’t be able to comprehend. 

A couple things come to mind as you reach your peak. 

Should I be taking what he says at face value? How the fuck did Chris take that photo and send it in the first place? 

Regardless, you thought, I’m grateful.

Fingers dig into his curls as you grind yourself on his pretty fucking face. Adrian doesn’t seem to mind. Rather, he is encouraging the behaviour as he palms your ass and pulls you closer. 

You cry out, your body reacting to the overstimulation before you can form words like “too much” but it doesn’t stop him. In the field, Adrian is ruthless and relentless. You should have expected that would carry over in the sheets. 

With the strength you can muster, you pull him away by the hair harshly. Eyes that should be green look black staring back at you, pupils dilated like silver dollars. His mouth and chin gleam with your slick. Adrian makes no attempt to wipe your essence away. His toned chest heaves. 

You want to leave marks on his throat. Leave a trail of kisses from his collarbone to the “V” of his torso. You desperately want to articulate every single detail of feeling you’re experiencing to him so he knows, knows how good he is. But your legs are jello and your mind is fuzzy and all you can do at this point is try and catch your breath.

You finally find the courage to look down and meet his gaze. Adrian looks up to you like you’re some famous painting from the Louvre. 

He stands up and steadies you. Kevlar rough against your naked skin, you can’t help but notice how unfair the situation is. Legs wrap around him instinctively as he picks you up. Nustling into his neck as he showed off his strength, he says “Let’s get to the bedroom.” Adrian double checks the lock and takes a few steps forward before freezing. 

“Where is the bedroom?”

“Third door on the left.” You kiss into his neck, dead set on finding his sweet spot. 

The surprise of being thrown on the bed is made known to the whole neighbourhood when you let out a horrifying shriek into the comfy mattress, pillows, and blankets below. Comfort and plush was very important to you. You sit up abruptly as Adrian begins to strip. You can’t help but appreciate his physique and take in his figure. Toned and tight you resisted the urge to lick him from top to bottom. 

He brings you back down to earth when he asks for a condom.

This was really happening. 

“Bedside drawer.”

Adrian slides the latex onto his length, pumping himself twice. His dark eyes look to you for consent. You lay back down and spread your legs. He climbs on top of you slowly, a position the two of you had been in before, but not like this. It was playful sparring and he had swept you off your feet, quite literally, with a powerful kick. You fell back on the mat hard and straight on your ass. Adrian pounced on you before you even had time to register the action. Faces only inches apart, your face flushed and you tapped out. 

Oh, the number of times you touched yourself to that moment alone. 

This time was different because this time was real. And you were both naked. 

“You good?” He asks, snapping you out of your way back machine. 

“Yeah, just … fuck I’ve thought about this for a while.” You reach down to stroke him and gauge if he’ll even fit. He releases an inhuman moan, starved for more. 

“Same . . .”

He gingerly slides his cock against your dripping folds trying to hold himself back. Tease you. Convince himself he’s not drunk off the site of you and still in control. 

When he enters you it’s a white-hot sensation. It’s the stretch and depth combination that has you crying out and arching your back again, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. His forehead presses against yours and the sounds he lets out? It’s fucking music to your ears. He slides a hand down to press his thumb against your clitoris, urging you to chase another high. 

“Fuck, I knew you’d be tight.” Adrian admits he’s been thinking of you and you can’t help but clench. He groans like you’re killing him slowly. 

“I . . . I knew you weren’t a Thimble.”

He grips your hips tight and grinds into you with the pressure of an ACME anvil falling onto you almost involuntarily. You want to feed his ego until you breathe your last breath. Such a simp. 

“Sh-shut up don’t say that.” He pants. “You’ll make me cum.”

“Okay, s-sorry.”

The pace he thrusts is relentlessly slow and cautious. You want it rough eventually, you do, but you want to savor this tender moment. Your gut tells you it’s rare.

It’s only a few more circles on your clit before the coil inside snaps again with the force of a thousand suns. Adrian’s response to your orgasm has you convinced it brought him more pleasure than you. He picks up his pace and buries his face in your neck. You want him to stay there so you play with the curls at the nape of his neck and that REALLY gets him going. 

You can tell Adrian is not far behind you from the grunting. 

He shudders out a “fuck” and stills. 

He remains inside when he releases himself into the condom and collapses on top of you. He was now your favourite type of weighted blanket. 

“Fuck, that was good.” He slurs sleepily and lazily rolls you over so you rested on his chest, his member remaining sheathed inside. The best sword in the fucking stone. 

You hum in agreement and snuggle into him, drifting softly asleep.

~

It’s not the early morning that wakes you. And it’s not the hunk of a man underneath you either. 

It’s the cries of an Eagle mere inches from your face and flapping its wings. 

You cry out and fall off the bed, taking the sheets with you and leaving poor Vigilante buck naked. Wrapping yourself up trying to save your decency, you curse Chris with a vengeful scream. 

You hear footsteps pounding, followed by softer ones. You smiled to yourself briefly, happy that everyone showed up even if they didn’t tell you before hand. You were short on snacks now. 

Eagly hops over to you and nuzzles at your feet like some sort of apology. 

Chris appears in your doorframe seconds later and you squeak. “The ‘fuck you, Chris’ was not an invitation to come into my fucking room!” You spit through clenched teeth. 

You hadn’t realized Adrian stepped off the bed to greet Peacemaker, bare as the day he was born. 

“Hey, dude.”

You jump up and clench the sheets to your chest, push Chris out and slam the door. You close your eyes and take a deep breath in and out, a bit too quickly, and turn to the man in front of you. 

“That was fun … but it looks like your party is starting, or I guess started.” Your sentence drifts off. You want to ask what this is if it’s anything at all. 

You open your eyes slowly to see Adrian - still incredibly naked but staring at you intently. He looks like he’s waiting for you to ask so he doesn’t have to. 

“So what-“

“Next time I-“

When you register his words you fling yourself at him, lips locking in a quick peck, then smooches all over his damn cute face. 

“Let’s enjoy your party. And when everyone leaves-“

“It’ll be next time.”

Your heart skips a beat and you feel that flutter. 

When you both make the walk of shame down to your friends, they all smile a knowing grin. 

You clear your throat to break the ice. “Thanks for coming guys.”

“We only came because you left your car at the office. We thought you got kidnapped or something.” Harcourt admitted. “Though . . . I’m not opposed to a beer.”

[vickyspring]

Love Letters from 'The Freak' Munson.

MINORS DNI!

Warning! This fic contains, unprotected sex, p in the v, language, smut, virginity loss, mentions of blood and fingering (fem! recieves)

Characters: Jason Carver, Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham

Notes: minors please don't ignore the warning, read eddie munson fluff instead.

Not gonna lie people, i feel like this is bad as shit. LOLOLOL IF YOU WANT TO RECIEVE SECOND HAND EMBARRASSMENT READ THIS SHIT RIGHT HERE

enjoy reading. this is my first time making a fic with smut :p

----------------------------------------------------------------- Eddie likes to pass love letters with you here and there, until this so called 'Soon king of hawkins high' blonde boy named Jason Carver arrives.

He has this girlfriend named Chrissy Cunningham but she doesn't know that he's asking other girls to be his girlfriend. He likes to tease you and he thinks you're inlove with him. But when he knew the fact that you and eddie are like a couple, he starts to bully you and eddie so that he can have more attention than what you two have.

"oh what does this prick have here?" jason holding your love letter from eddie. "Love, edward munson. Really y/n? you like this freak?" jason asks with a smirk

"yes, why? are you jealous? aww how pathetic of you" the room was filled with ooh sounds after you tell that to jason.

"well no y-yes kind of, i mean you? a goddess with that-demonic long haired freak?" jason stares at you for a moment then tears the letter in half

"Hey, leave her alone." eddie comes in furious

"Oh! Well look who it is, Eddie 'The freak' Munson coming to save your girlfriend eh?" jason laughs.

You've had enough of this shit and you we're going to explode like a bubble. all that anger will be out on jason and jason only.

"Hey jason, can you give me reasons why I should date someone like you." Eddie looks at you confused and curious why you said that.

"because i'm popular, i'm smart, I'm the leader of the basketball team, i'm handsome, and i'm not that freak." you smile while looking at jason, jason blushes not knowing that you're planning to say all his secrets infront of everyone.

"Well, I don't care if you're popular, and you're smart? explain why you still failed 5 of your classes. so you're the leader of the basketball team huh? why did you plan on killing the coach again? handsome? well i could say that's true because girls here in hawkins high are all over you, you want me to date you, does your girlfriend chrissy know about this? no? well I think I should tell her myself." The room was filled with silence you glance at eddie, you see him smiling all of the sudden someone barges in. It was chrissy.

"Is it true y/n? about you and jason?" chrissy asks with a sad face, while her bottom lip quivers.

"Sadly, yes. your boyfriend keeps on asking me if I want to be his girlfriend, but don't worry i refused. Now if you'll excuse me I need to be home at 5 at least." While walking down the halls you hear someone calling your name while running towards you.

"Y/n! Y/n!" you hear eddie rushing towards you

"You forgot something." you look at him, confused.

"what do you mean I forgot something i'm sure I didn't get anything out while we we're arguing back there." eddie pulls you in for a kiss.

finally, he pulls himself out leaving a string of drool-eddie chuckles. "See you later, sweetheart."

that night you we're reading a book then suddenly someone knocked on your door. You weren't expecting someone to come because its 12:42PM. You open the door and was shocked to see eddie sitting beside the porch down bad.

you brought him inside your room, good thing you didn't return some of his clothes, so he can change. while you we're giving taking him a bath, he opens his eyes and stares directly at you. its like he's staring at your soul.

"How are you so beautiful my love?" eddie tells you with a smile.

"You're so fucking cute right now." he says while keeping eye contact with you.

"I want to fuck you so bad right now, babe." He whispers

"Stop it, eddie. you're drunk you don't know what you're talking about." eddie clenched his jaw

While you change his clothes he suddenly asks

"Babe, do you like jason?"

"What? pfft no I would not like nor date someone like jason carver" eddie looks at you nervous

He presses his forehead against yours. "do you love me?" He says with a deep and raspy voice.

"Yes, I love you, I really do" he pulls your hair and kisses you, you accidentally bump your head against the drawer.

You pull yourself back. "h-hey eddie snap out of it!"

"no, i can't hold back, babe." he pulls you in for another kiss. while his fingers go down you warn him.

"Babe st-"

"Don't worry sweetheart. relax, everything's going to be fine." he cuts you off and pushes you onto the bed, taking his shirt and shorts off.

"But babe, it's my first time. I don-"

"I said don't worry, it's all going to be fine. It won't hurt" he cuts you off, again. he licks your tits then he removes those panties and puts two fingers in slowly that you let out a whimper.

He slowly goes down to lick that cunt of yours while fingering you.

"shit, i cant hold it back, i'll put it in okay? no, no don't be scared, you'll feel the pleasure later okay?" You nod. He slowly puts his cock inside you.

"it's so tight, i need you to calm down." he thrusts inside that you let out a loud moan

"eddie, it hurts, stop please" you cry out. He caress you and slowly thrusts and pull his cock inside you. you're still tight, eddie needs to be faster and rougher.

"sorry, peaches." he kisses you while thrusting faster than ever. you felt his cock twitch inside you while he thrusts more. tears come out of your eyes that you can't even think straight. he starts so thrust harder inside you, not knowing that he will come inside you, more tears come out of your eyes that you can almost faint.

"Fuck." He lets out a moan and you feel something hot inside you.

"eddie..what am I feeling inside me? Its hot." eddie sighs.

"it's semen sweetheart, you can also call it cum." you look at his cock and was shocked to death when you saw his cock covered with blood.

"Oh my god babe, what happened!?" Eddie let out a laugh

"It's your first time babe, that's why it has blood" you look at him, confused.

"care to take a shower with me?" eddie asks.

"sure. just don't fuck me inside the bathroom you pervert."

"okay okay i won't." Eddie laughs.

*Next day at School*

You receive another love letter from eddie.

"Hello love,

Im sorry about last night although I know you enjoyed it

let's meet at the park after school, you free to go? anyways have a great day sweetheart. I love you.

Love, eddie.

your freak."

[confused-pyramid]

We'll Be Okay

pairing: tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

summary: A series of snapshots through your relationship with Peter.

word count: 4.2k

warnings: SMUT, p in v, oral (f!receiving), slight bondage, angst, andrew garfield's puppy dog eyes

Peter was watching you again. To his credit, he was being more discreet than usual, but you could always tell when his eyes were on you. Sneaking a glance down the hall, you hid your smile as you watched him try to 'act natural', which somehow always landed him in the same position: staring at the closed door of his locker.

You grabbed the textbook you needed for your next class and zipped your book bag, before walking down the hall towards him. You had been waiting for him to buck up the nerve to make a move on you, but sometimes you just had to take the initiative yourself.

He had gotten so into his cover that he almost didn't notice when you sashayed right up to him, your undone hair flipping over your shoulder.

"What are you doing Friday?" you asked abruptly, giving him a pointed look.

He didn't seem to hear you at first, but after realizing it was you, he snapped to alert, stammering, "Huh, what? Wait-"

"Friday," you repeated, enunciating a bit more as amusement started to seep into your expression.

His mouth fell open slightly, but then he nodded quickly, so entranced by you that he couldn't seem to remove his eyes from yours. "Friday? Oh, nothing, nothing at all." 

"Perfect. Pick me up at 7."

You spun on your heel and strutted past him, looking straight ahead as you left him to piece together what just happened. It took him a moment, but once he finally regained his sense of self, he cursed under his breath and called out, "I was gonna do that myself."

You turned back slightly, a smirk creeping onto your face. "Sure you were."

***

It was 7:30pm on Friday, and Peter was officially thirty minutes late. You had been waiting outside of your house for just as long, and after your Dad came outside to check on you for the second time, you had about had enough.

You stood up and stuffed your phone in your clutch, climbing back up your porch steps, when you heard the rustle of footsteps down the street.

"I'm here!" Peter's voice announced frantically from across the sidewalk as he appeared in a hoodie and jeans. "I'm so sorry I'm late."

Your brow furrowed with irritation, but his disheveled appearance transformed your annoyance to concern. "Peter, are you doing okay?"

"Yeah," he nodded, his breaths coming out in pants, like he'd been running. "I'm great. Well, not great, because I made you wait for so long. Which I'm so so sorry about, did I say that?"

"You did," you said slowly, still trying to decide if you were going to forgive him. He seemed pretty apologetic, but you didn't know him well enough to know if this was just an act.

"Okay, good," he said sincerely, his big puppy-dog eyes melting what was left of your will. "I really want to take you to dinner...if you'll still have me."

You let out a long breath, before rolling your eyes good-naturedly. Without a word, you held your hand out and he took it with a wide smile that made you laugh.

Peter was thanking every greater being he could think of as he led you down the street and into the city. He had no idea how you decided to forgive him, especially considering the fact that you still had no idea why he was late tonight.

He suspected you thought he simply lost track of time, or maybe even forgot about the date, but those scenarios were almost less fathomable to him than what actually happened. 

He had been on his way to pick you up when he heard a woman scream in an alleyway, so he had (albeit begrudgingly) pulled on the Spiderman suit and saved her from being mugged. He would've only been a few minutes late if the woman hadn't suddenly passed out in his arms, forcing him to swing her to the nearest hospital on 7th and 48th. 

But now he was here with you, and you looked so beautiful he could cry, and your hand was so warm in his, he never wanted to let it go.

"I'm assuming we lost our reservation," you said jokingly, but he could hear the note of sadness in your voice that cut him to the core.

"I have something better," he told you, his eyes searching yours as you nodded back at him. "Let's turn here."

He led you into the city and to a tall building that he assumed was owned by some New York corporation. All he knew was that its rooftop housed a manmade garden that felt like the perfect viewpoint for a starry evening like tonight.

He was about to point out the building when you glanced around, your stomach rumbling quietly. "Do you wanna get some food first?"

Shit, all the stupid plans for the garden and I forgot food.

Peter rubbed a hand over his face, groaning. "I'm such an idiot, I forgo-"

You cut him off with a bright smile. "Let's get hotdogs! There's a place I've always wanted to try, but never got around to."

"Are you sure?" he asked, feeling shame wash over him again as he took in your pretty sundress. "We can go somewhere nicer. I'm sure something's open."

"No, it's okay," you smiled genuinely, grabbing his hand and leading him to a hotdog stand around the corner. "My dad says their relish tastes like how it felt when the Yankees won the World Series."

He laughed, the sound a low rumble in his chest, and pulled out his wallet. "Wow, must be some hotdog."

He bought one for you and one for himself, covering both in every topping on the menu. When you finally followed him into the office building and up the elevator, you were floored by the view that greeted you.

"Peter, this is incredible!" you gasped, your words garbled as you chewed the huge bite you just took.

He laughed, his eyes drifting over to land on you as always. 

The stars reflected in your eyes as you took in the skyline before you, delighting in how the lights were always on somewhere. The city really never slept. 

"Thank you for bringing me here," you whispered, your voice coming out like a contented sigh. "I've lived here my whole life, and I've never seen the city from this high up before."

"New York is always better from above," he said wistfully, as if he was thinking about something far away. "The city can't hide in plain sight. You can see the good and the bad, but at least it's real."

You turned to look at him, surprised by his vulnerability, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw his eyes. His big, brown eyes.

His body started to lean in closer, and it almost felt like he wasn't doing it consciously. Like he was just drawn to you, two magnets with opposing polarity. 

His skin was so warm, and you could feel the heat permeating off him before he was even touching you, but once his hand lifted up to touch your cheek, you knew you were done for.

His lips met yours in a soft embrace, and you leaned into the kiss, your heart doing a flip as he laced his fingers through your silky hair.

Peter's pulse was going haywire as your lips softened against his, a gentle sigh leaving your mouth as he ran his thumb along your jaw. He wanted to keep kissing you forever, but he knew it was too soon for that, so he used every fiber of strength in his body to pull himself back.

Your eyes blinked open when his lips left yours, and you couldn't help the smile that etched its way across your face. He looked back at you with the purest expression of joy and contentment you'd ever seen, before flashing you an awkward smile that had you holding back a laugh.

Turning your attention back to the view, you smoothed down your dress before sitting on the grassy platform, taking in the faded stars as Peter sat down next to you.

"How on Earth did you find this place?" you asked, your mouth parted with awe.

"Oh," he muttered, stumbling over his words, "uh, I just swung by it one day."

***

It was your one month anniversary when you found out Peter was Spiderman. It was quite possibly the most inexplicable reveal you could have imagined, especially since you had been starting to suspect something was off with him for a while. 

You were walking to school one morning, following your usual route, when you came across a particularly busy crosswalk. You were running late, so, going against every advisement your father had ever given you, you rushed into the street, not bothering to look both ways. 

This was your unlucky (or was it lucky) day, and you didn't notice the car speeding towards you, the driver's attention occupied by their phone. By the time you realized what was about to happen, it was too late, and you squeezed your eyes shut in some effort to shield yourself from the impact...which never arrived.

Instead, you were suddenly lifted into the air, a strong arm wrapped around your waist as you swung across the street, air whooshing past your ears.

You could barely hear the scream that ripped out of you as you flew past the office buildings on either side, and you didn't open your eyes until your feet were carefully dropped to the ground.

The first thing you saw was a flash of red and blue as the lean form of Spiderman shot a web into the air, preparing to swing away again.

"Wait!" you called out, stopping him in his tracks. "I need to thank you!"

He leaped down from the building wall, his feet landing much more gracefully than yours did. You waited for him to say something, but when you were met with silence, you spoke up again.

"Well, thank you," you said awkwardly, unsure of how to properly convey your gratitude. "You saved my life."

He nodded, clearly antsy to continue on his way. You didn't want to keep him longer than he wanted, so you just dipped your head and said, "I should go. But thanks again."

You turned away, smoothing down your clothes and hair, and were about to walk off to school when his low voice sounded from behind you. "Be careful around here. I can see everything from up above, but it can be harder to see the bad guys on the ground."

His voice was gruff, as if he was trying to make it deeper, but what struck you the most were his words. They sounded almost familiar, but you couldn't place them.

Glancing back at him, you nodded once more and headed down the street, his statement pinballing around your brain. You were almost on the school grounds when most of the adrenaline had left your body and the significance of his words finally clicked into place.

***

Peter was late. He would take saving your life over no detention any day of the week, but he couldn't afford to be too late to your shared first period, lest you notice something awry.

But for once he had underestimated you. All through class, you didn't meet his eye, and once the bell rang, he raced into the hall after you, but you were no where to be found. Dejected, he stuffed his things into his bag and headed down to his locker, but before he could make it, he felt a hand grab his and yank him into the janitor's closet.

"What the-"

He cut off when he saw your face in front of his, your expression sharp.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?" he asked with a smirk, trying to lighten whatever trouble he was surely in.

"Don't joke," you said sternly, making him close his mouth. "Tell me the truth, Peter."

He faltered. "About what?"

"Don't," you shot him a look, "make me smack you, Parker."

You looked so certain that he knew nothing he said would make you change your mind. "How did you know?"

You shot him another look, this one less angry and more disbelieving. 

"Okay, so I wasn't exactly subtle about it."

"Why didn't you tell me you're Spiderman?" you asked, your voice smaller than before. "I mean, you have a double life, and you literally made a suit, and I've just been in the dark."

He pressed his lips together, reaching across the small space that separated you. "I didn't want you to get hurt. Trust me, I've been on the verge of telling you for weeks."

"You better not lie to me ever again, Parker," you said sternly, your lips forming a small pout.

Peter pulled you into a tight hug. "I won't. Believe me, I won't."

"Even if you did," you mumbled, your face pressing into his collarbone, "I'd just figure it out again."

He laughed, giving you a quick squeeze, before letting go to open the door. "I have no doubt you would."

He let you out before him, pulling the door closed, but then you turned back, your brows furrowed quizzically. 

"Does this mean you know how to sew?"

***

Three months into your relationship, your only fights had been related to Spiderman. More specifically, whenever Spiderman invaded Peter Parker's life. 

It was a chilly evening when you heard a tap on your bedroom window. Your room was on the second floor, and there was only one person who it could be, so you shook your head with a laugh and called out, "You know you can use the door, right?"

You didn't get a response, so you turned around to see Peter, battered and bruised, as he struggled to hold himself up against your stoop. 

You gasped, rushing to the window and wrenching it open, before helping him into your room.

"What happened?" you asked, your throat tightening with tears as you catalogued every bruise mottling his skin. "Are you okay?"

"I'm great," he breathed as he lowered himself to the ground, his voice gruff. "I just really wanted to see you."

You pressed your lips together, trying to hold back the pain and frustration that was brewing. "I'll grab the first aid kit."

You returned with bandages and an ice pack to find him flopped onto your bed, his head swallowed by your massive pillows. He helped you peel off his suit and then held the ice pack to his cheekbone, which was slowly turning a deep shade of mauve.

You were biting the inside of your lip as you surveyed the damage, and you were so focused that you barely felt it when Peter's hand came up to cup your cheek.

"Baby, I'm fine," he said, his voice trying to be reassuring.

"I know!" you burst out, before taking a deep breath and controlling your tone. "But there will come one day when you won't be."

Your voice broke slightly at the end and Peter felt like his heart was breaking with it. He didn't know what to say, but then he saw the wetness in your eyes overflow, and he reached forward by pure instinct.

The bruises along his ribs screamed out in pain, but he pushed it down, gathering you in his arms and pressing his face into your neck.

"You keep putting yourself in danger," you continued, your voice slightly muffled through your hair. "I'm terrified all the time."

Pulling back just enough to see your face, he swiped his thumb across your cheek, wiping away the tears. "I'm sorry. I know it's dangerous, but I've helped so many people. I can't just stop when people here need me."

"I know, Peter!" you said frantically, your eyes widening slightly. "But I fucking love you and I can't bear to see you hurt!"

Wait, did you just-

Despite the situation absolutely not calling for it, he cracked a smile, unable to stop the grin eating at his face. "I wanted to say it first."

You snorted, the wetness in your voice still audible. "Well, I always did have more game than you."

You let out a small shriek as Peter grabbed you around the waist, pulling you against his body as he fell back on the bed. His rumbling laughter vibrated against your chest and you extricated your arms from his to gain some leverage. Pressing against your covers, you pushed yourself up into a sitting position until you were straddling his waist, his hands resting lightly on your hips. 

The laughter slowly faded from his eyes as he caught sight of your tongue darting out to wet your lips, your eyes never leaving his.

"I love you too," he said suddenly, realizing he hadn't said it back yet. "It was never a question."

Being careful not to push against his bruises too much, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his, a soft sound sighing out of your mouth as he brought your bodies closer together. You didn't want to hurt him, but he didn't seem to care, and instead flipped you over, his long form arching over yours as he peppered your jaw with kisses that left you breathless.

Peter couldn't believe this was all real. He couldn't believe you felt for him even a semblance of what he felt for you, but now that he knew you did, he never wanted to let go of you. 

Sliding his hands down your body, he splayed his fingers across your lower back and lifted you up slightly, trying to get you as close as humanly possible. With his suit half-off, you were much more clothed than he was. He fidgeted with the hem of your top until you nodded, gasping against his mouth.

Yanking the top off a bit harder than he meant to, he heard the distinct sound of tearing fabric as it landed in a heap on the ground.

You pulled back slightly, mouth agape, as he shot you an apologetic look. "Peter Parker, you better buy me a new shirt."

"I'll buy you anything you want," he whispered, pressing wet kisses to your pulse and the sensitive spot under your ear.

The heat from his mouth had you practically vibrating, and you completely forgot about your torn clothes as you pulled down his suit the rest of the way, revealing his sizable bulge.

Your mouth watered with anticipation and you got a little too excited, pressing your palm against him as he ran his tongue down the valley of your breasts. He was unhooking your bra when he suddenly pulled back, a pained expression on his face.

"Y/n, baby, please," he gasped, leaning his forehead against yours. "You gotta stop that if you want to do anything else tonight."

You felt the corner of your mouth quirk up and you pulled him down for a hard kiss. "Oh yeah? Like what?"

He seemed to take this as a challenge and you let out a squeal as he pushed you to the top of your bed and tugged your pants down, your panties going along with them. 

He took his time, working his way down your body, but you were getting impatient, and you tugged his hair, trying to get him to hurry up. 

"Someone's antsy," he smirked up at you, a glint in his eye. "Don't make me use my webs."

He probably expected you to laugh or smack him, but your arousal must have shown on your face, because his demeanor suddenly changed and a hunger replaced the amusement in his eyes. "You like the sound of that, don't you?"

You nodded slightly, embarrassment creeping into the flush of your cheeks.

That was all he needed. Before you could blink, he lifted his wrist and your hands were bound to the bed frame behind you. Your back arched as you got acclimated to the new position, and Peter dipped his head between your thighs while you weren't paying attention.

You cried out, the feeling of his mouth on you almost too much to bear. His movements were precise and confident, and you found yourself wondering whether this skill had come from experience or just a natural ability.

But every thought flew from your mind when his lips closed around your clit, sucking and licking as your body writhed against him, your hands straining against the webs. 

"Peter, I want you inside me," you gasped, surprising yourself with your unabashed honesty. 

He looked up at you, arousal dripping down his chin, and his pupils blown out so his eyes looked almost black. You could have come from just the image of him staring back at you, but then his mouth met yours and you felt a renewed desire to finish around him.

"You're perfect," he whispered into your mouth as he unsheathed himself and pushed into you, his motions slow and measured.

Your hands were still bound, but his were moving across your body, his fingers dancing across your breasts and torso as he kept you writhing underneath him. His movements picked up as you contracted around him, a loud moan escaping your mouth.

"Just like that," he grunted, hitting the same spot deep inside you, as his fingers slid down to play with your clit.

The combination of his fingers and cock turned your vision black, and you flew over the edge, his name on your lips. The feeling of you squeezing him sent Peter to his release, and he gasped into your mouth, his movements unrelenting until you had fully come down.

When you finally returned to reality, the webs were gone, and you pulled him down to lay next to you, his arms holding you to him.

"I really fucking love you," he muttered into your hair, nestling against you.

He really did have a way with words.

***

It was late into your senior year when it seemed like it would be the end. You had narrowed down your options for college, and with every pro-con list you made, it looked more and more like you would be attending a university in California.

For Peter, it had never even been a question. He had always been set on going to college in New York so that he could be close to his Aunt May, and that intention had only gotten stronger after the death of his Uncle Ben.

You had been feeling the strain on your relationship for weeks now, and every time one of you brought up college, both of your faces dropped and the conversation suddenly ran dry. 

Peter came over most nights, after he had finished patrolling the streets, and one evening, on his usual stop at your window, you pulled him inside for a much-needed reality check.

"What's going on?" he asked as he pulled off his mask and settled into one of the armchairs by your desk.

You pursed your lips, unable to look at him. "We need to talk...about us."

"Y/n," he started, rising out of the chair, "don't say what I think you're going to say."

"We're going to be thousands of miles apart, Peter!" you cried out, your voice turning into a sob. "I don't want to do this anymore than you do, but we've known it was coming for a while now."

He shook his head and you felt your heart break apart. "No, I don't accept that. I love you and I know we can do this. But if you don't want to fight for us, then I'll know where you stand."

You blanched. "Peter, how could you think tha-"

He didn't wait for you to finish before he pulled his mask back on and stepped out of your window, swinging away in the blink of an eye.

***

You were heading home from your volunteer post at the local library when a streak of red swung past you, so fast you almost believed you had imagined it. 

That disbelief didn't last long, because next thing you knew, you were being scooped up and swung across the city.

A minute later, Peter gently dropped you on the roof of the building where you had your first date. 

You wrapped your arms around yourself, frowning as you turned away from the chill of the wind. "What do you want, Peter?"

He ripped his mask off, his eyes desperate. "I'm so sorry. I was...I was horrible, and I didn't mean any of it."

"But you still said it," you gritted out, your anger overruling the pain you felt at losing him so quickly. 

"I know," he admitted, his eyes swimming with remorse, "but I need to talk to you. Please let me say something."

You didn't respond and he took that as an invitation, taking your hands in his as he stepped down in front of you. "I love you, y/n. I always have. I always want what's best for you, but I also want you."

You met his eye then, seeing the sincerity that was so Peter. He was nothing if not truthful in his love for you.

"I want you too," you whispered, squeezing his hands. "Of course I do. But I also have goals and dreams and plans that I can't accomplish here."

His eyes turned down, and for a moment you were worried he was going to be mad, but then he jerked you forward and pulled you into his arms. 

This is the boy you fell in love with.

Peter ran a hand through your hair, his lips meeting your temple. "We'll be okay."

You tilted your head back to say something, anything, but he just held you tighter, pushing down the wetness in his voice. "Wherever we go, wherever we end up...we'll always be us. We'll be okay."