porcelana-r0ta · 4 months ago
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JOYRIDE
Fandoms: Batman, Danny Phantom
Relationship: Dan Phantom/Jason Todd
Word Count: 3,823
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Summary:
Dan doesn't want to join his Habitudes group for their dumb community service project, which is why he lets two idiot goons kidnap him off the streets. When said goons turn out to work for The Joker, Dan decides to do something about him, maniac to maniac.
Or: The Joker tries to live stream a ransom, but ends up live streaming his own execution.
xxXxx
When Dan Nightingale is grabbed off the streets of Gotham, he makes a half-hearted struggle, just so he can seem human. The kiddie hero business and the indiscriminate genocidal tendencies no longer call to him like they used to, and while he’s still an impatient person who is intolerant of disruptive bullshit, he needs a little excitement in his life. 
Plus, he wants an excuse to get out of his Habitudes community service project. His pretentious trust fund baby groupmates chose to volunteer at some fucking coffee shop instead of something normal, like a hospital or an animal shelter. (Dan didn’t even know a coffee shop was an option, but anything goes for wealthy elites who want to roleplay as an impoverished barista, apparently.) Well, Jay Peters wasn’t so bad, and he was just as irritated as Dan was about the others’ choice. Plus, the chill that settles into Dan’s unused lungs when the other student is around shows that he’s at least Death-touched like him, even if they’ve never acknowledged that to each other. 
So, yeah. He lets himself be kidnapped by two goons, even if he could easily break free and make their insides their outsides. It could be interesting! Enrichment in his pandimensional parole! Everyone’s got to have fun sometimes! It’s like a little joyride, as a treat! But he isn’t the one committing the crime! How quaint!
Dan is a very polite captive. He lets himself be pulled into a creeper van with minimal resistance. He lets the goons zip tie his hands. He lets them put a black bag over his head, even though it smells of weed. He doesn’t count the number of turns they take, nor does he try to talk them into letting him go. In fact, he doesn’t say anything. When they eventually park, he allows the men to pull him out of the creeper van and into some building—likely a warehouse, judging by the echo of their footsteps on the floor. And finally, he lets the goons cut off the zip ties around his wrists and then tie them to the metal arms of a chair. 
He’s a great captive. And he’s so going to be excused from that stupid Habitudes community service project!
He’s content to sit and wait. The Bats of Gotham City usually have a good response time for villain bullshit, and if they don’t, then it’s not like any Fear gas or sex pollen will affect him. Dan’s not really human anymore, even if he is capable of looking so. 
Dan does not have to wait long. The footsteps increase and then stop altogether, and then a cackle fills the air. “Camera man ready? Mics? Charges?” The voice is familiar, yet grating. Where has he heard it before? In his past future, maybe?
“Yes, sir,” comes the reply from several different people. 
A pleased cackle, “Then let’s get started!”
“We are live in three… two…” 
At the silent one, the cackle echoes through the room once again. “Hello, ladies and gentlemen of Gotham City and beyond! I’m your favorite Joker, LIVE! With one of your favorite Wayne children!” 
Dan, who has been relatively chill this whole time, tenses. The Joker. That’s why he recognizes that cackle and voice. He had killed the clown before in his original timeline. Ugh, clowns. He fucking hates clowns. Hates their stupid pale makeup and their stupid dumb wigs and their exaggerated eyes and he fucking hates how they make him feel like he’s not in control. 
And what was that about a Wayne? 
Dan doesn’t think killing someone like The Joker in his original timeline should be held against him. Honestly, the guy is a megalomaniacal terrorist who abuses the guise of mental illness to get away with crimes against humanity. Dan had at least owned up to his own sanity, and never tried to hide from the law or anything like that. He just kind of… killed the law. 
….ACAB? 
A hand suddenly grips at the bag on his head, grabbing hair with fabric. “That’s right, folks! Here’s Gotham’s beloved Dick Grayson!” The bag is yanked off his head, revealing Dan in all his scowling glory. And Dan is a lot of things, but an exact Dick Grayson copy he is not, so while the goons may have mistaken him as Grayson, The Joker does not. 
He pauses, studying Dan’s face. Dan raises a mocking eyebrow, then looks around the warehouse. 
It’s empty and dimly lit, but it’s not a problem for his superior vision. The metal walls are an ugly beige and the floor is a gray cement, its color only broken by mysterious brown stains, and now the discarded black bag. Dan is up against a wall, surrounded by filming equipment. The camera in question is just a fucking iPhone 12 attached to a ring light. There’s one goon behind the camera, moderating the live stream. There is another goon holding a boom mic above Dan and The Joker, and there are four others behind the camera. All of the goons who are not handling equipment are holding toy musket guns. It is probably safe to assume that there are similarly armed goons guarding the doors that Dan cannot see from his position tied to a chair. Likely two goons per exit. In a warehouse of this size, there have to be at least six more goons that Dan isn’t seeing. 
The Joker grits his teeth. “Who brought the Grayson kid here.” It’s not a question so much as it is a demand. 
“We did, boss,” two goons pipe up proudly from behind the camera. 
“Why don’t you two come up on camera so I can congratulate you for good work?” The Joker grins beseechingly. 
One of the two goons, the blond, shuffles nervously at this, whereas the other puffs out his chest. So only one has any brain cells. 
The prideful one grabs his comrade by the arm and drags him up to the camera with Dan and The Joker. They stand in front of Dan, blocking him from the camera’s view.
“I always reward good work, you see,” he says to his henchmen. “Now, you think this is good work?” 
“Yes, sir,” says Pride, while Blond frowns. 
“Take a good look at his face.” The villain gestures angrily to Dan’s unimpressed face. “What do you see?” 
“Dick Grayson, sir,” 
Blond shuffles, “He looks like he isn’t scared.” 
“No! Wrong! This isn’t Dick Grayson! This– This is some—” The Joker takes another glance at Dan, noting the black Gotham U hoodie that hides his muscles. “This is some fucking college twink!”
“Twink?” Dan mutters to himself, disgruntled. Sure, the hoodie is baggy and he’s seated instead of standing, but do those two things add up to him looking like a twink? 
The color has drained out of even Pride’s face at The Joker’s words. “Sir, please—”
But The Joker is already pulling out a comically large toy gun that probably has real bullets, and Dan sighs. It would probably be bad for his parole if he let a bunch of humans die in front of him. 
He phases out of the ropes binding him, safe from view with the two idiots in front of him. Then, he kicks The Joker down to the floor, sending the toy gun scattering across the cement floor of the warehouse. He stands and knocks Pride and Blond’s heads together, knocking them out as The Joker screeches with rage. 
The goons behind the camera aim their guns, but Dan is already moving behind the camera. He snags the guns out of their hands, snapping them in half with strength he doesn’t even have to think about. He moves so fast that at first they don’t even realize what’s happened. By the time they connect their missing firearms to the broken bits of metal on the floor, Dan has already clobbered them over the head, knocking them unconscious. 
He takes out the cameraman, too, and the goon holding the boom mic. Then, in mere seconds, he takes out all the goons at each exit, and he’s back at the filming station by the time The Joker has staggered to his feet. His original estimate had been off by two—there were eight other goons in total. 
Dan checks the iPhone—still live streaming. On TikTok, of all the goddamn apps. The comments are going wild on what’s going on: where’s the college student, how did he kick The Joker like that, do you guys think that those two goons have brain damage now, what was that metal scraping sound, where is The Joker? 
“Hey, brat!” snarls The Joker, clutching at his ribs. “That was not part of the script.”
Dan hates clowns, and he especially hates The Joker. Sure, Dan wiped out nearly all of humanity. Who doesn’t have a bad decade of villainous activity? But he did it quickly, and he didn’t do it under the guise of insanity. He owned up to it. And if Dan’s being honest, he’s… disgusted by it all now, even if it hurts himself to admit. 
If Dan isn’t human, then neither is The Joker. 
Still off camera, Dan moves so fast he basically teleports in front of The Joker. The other man stumbles back, but Dan reaches out and grabs him by the throat. He chokes and claws at Dan, but Dan isn’t human anymore, and so his nails catch on nothing but the cloth of his hoodie. He doesn’t even feel it.
He drags The Joker to the chair in front of the still live camera and shoves him into it. While he recovers from being choked, gasping and shuddering and so fucking human , Dan forces his hands behind him and uses the ropes he’d phased out of to tie The Joker up. When he ties the last knot, Dan stands tall, staring into the camera. 
“Hello, friends and family,” he greets the audience. He gives a small smile, and he makes sure that he is perfectly, utterly human with normal blue eyes and normal black hair and normal human skin. “As you can see, things have turned around for The Joker here. Now, I’m sure his original intent was to ransom out the Wayne kid, and it would be a shame to see that hard work and planning go to waste on a mistake, wouldn’t it? So why don’t we hold a… reverse ransom? Only, I don’t need funds. I’ll accept donations. My venmo is vladsucks03. My cashapp is dannight07.”
Dan’s smile grows into a wide grin. “Feel free to donate if you like. But even not a single person donates, The Joker dies today.” 
The Joker spits out a gasping laugh, “Ha! You think you can kill me? I gotta admit, that’s a good joke. But Batman—”
“Batman what?” Dan asks, stepping off camera to grab the black bag on the floor. He shoves it halfway into his pocket. He walks to The Joker’s toy gun, the only one he hadn’t broken, and he picks it up. 
“Batman is already on his way here,” The Joker says. “He always is by this point.”
“And Batman will save you?” Dan snorts. He moves to check the live stream, comments coming in so fast that the only reason he can read them is because he’s not human anymore. 
Is this for real
fuck yeah kill that guy
💥🔫🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
extremely common gotham uni W
im donating 50$ rn
Can we vote on how joker dies
Lol does he fr think that batman would help him
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Does anyone else find this incredibly attractive or is it just me 😳
guys my joker/batman fic update is gonna slap after this
Joker’s cooked
bro is about to have ao3 level donations
Hey what’s his cashapp again
Omg i think that guy is in my bio class
I’ll donate when hes acc dead
doin god's work 🥹👍
If bro doesnt do it he’s cooked
This guy is gonna have infinite rizz if he pulls this off
The Joker scoffs, “Of course he will. He’s done it before.”
Dan yanks his gaze from the comments to The Joker’s face, “What?”
The Joker nods his head up arrogantly. “Batsy can’t live without me. He saved me after fickle-ickle Nightwing killed me.” 
“Huh.” Dan blinks consideringly, switching his gaze back to the comments. They’re all freaking out about this new information. He steps back into the camera frame, pulling the hammer back on the toy gun. “Then I’ll just have to make sure it sticks.” 
He points the gun at The Joker’s face and fires. As expected, rainbow confetti is the only thing that flies out, dusting over The Joker in celebration of what is to come. 
The Joker laughs. 
“Cute,” says Dan. He walks around The Joker to stand behind him, directly in front of the camera. He removes the black bag from his pocket and puts it over The Joker’s face. 
He shoves the muzzle of the gun into the back of The Joker’s skull. Pulling back the hammer, he asks, “Any last words?” 
He pulls the trigger before The Joker can say anything. It’s funny. As expected, the second gunshot is a real bullet. The Joker’s head and body jerks forward. Blood splatters on Dan’s face, but it’s mostly on the floor and the unconscious Blond and Pride and on The Joker himself. 
For a moment, Dan can only stare. The Joker’s body is crumbled in on itself, held up only by the bindings on his arms to a chair nailed to the ground. 
He feels big. He feels good. 
He feels… dirty.
He clears his throat. He drops the gun. He lifts up the soaking black bag up just enough to check for a pulse. After thirty seconds of nothing, he says, “Well, that’s the end of The Joker.” 
He looks up, staring into the camera lens, and he chuckles. “I missed my community service project because of this bozo. You guys think my professor will accept this as community service?”
You guys think this will affect my ghost parole? he doesn’t ask. 
He bends down to check the pockets of Blond. He finds his phone and uses Blond’s thumbprint to bypass the password. His stomach curdles at the home screen—a picture of Blond and a little girl with his eyes and his nose. His eyes burn and he calls 911, trying not to blink.
“911 dispatch. What is your emergency?”
“Yeah, uh, I killed The Joker. But he kidnapped me first, so. Turnabout.” 
“You— sorry, you what?”
“I killed The Joker. He’s dead. I checked his pulse and everything.”
“O-oh.” The woman on dispatch sounds strangled. There are muffled sounds, frantic, that the receiver only barely picks up. Dan wonders what she’s doing, Asking for verification? Trying to triangulate his location? Celebrating the fucking good news? “Do you know where you are, sir?”
“Some warehouse, I guess. Probably at the docks. Do you want me to check?”
“No, sir, please stay where you are if there are no immediate threats.”
“Got it.” He clicks his tongue. 
“Can you tell me your name, sir? Are you injured somewhere?”
“I’m Dan. Uh, Dan Nightingale. I guess he thought I was the Grayson kid. Um. Dick Grayson, I mean. And no, I’m fine. His henchmen are injured and unconscious, though.” 
“Right. Okay. Hi, Dan. I’m Claire. First responders and patrol units are on their way to your location now.”
“Well, that’s good, I guess.” He almost wants to ask if she thinks that he’ll end up in Arkham for this, but he’s pretty sure that there’s no jury on Earth that would convict him. Well, maybe not. He did ask for donations for murdering The Joker, after all. That might put a damper on his defense. 
“Dan?” asks Claire. 
“Yeah?”
“Is– is he really dead?”
Dan looks at the body and kicks a limp leg, avoiding looking at the gory black bag. Nothing. “Yep. As a doornail.” And he knows death intimately. 
She breathes a shaky, staticky sigh into the receiver. “Thank you, Dan.”  
He blinks, “Can you get fired for saying that?”
She laughs, “Honey, everyone not on break right now is listening to this. My boss just broke a bottle of tequila out from his desk.” 
He barks out his own laugh. “Oh?”
“You’re about to be very popular, Dan.”
“Well, I—” 
And seventeen minutes late to the party, the windows at the top of the warehouse shatter open. In cascades of broken glass and grappling cables, the Bats drop down to the floor. 
“Away from the body,” commands Batman as soon as his feet hit the ground. His little birdies, Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, and the newest Robin fall in line with him. Robin makes quick work of rounding up the unconscious goons and binding them. 
Dan obligingly puts the hand that isn’t holding the phone up in the air, but before moving away from the camera’s view, he says, “Just a reminder guys, my venmo is vladsucks03 and my cashapp is dannight07. Please remember that I might need a lawyer soon.”
“Okay, funny guy,” Nightwing says, entering into frame and pulling Dan away by the shoulder while Red Robin shuts down the live stream.
“It was self-defense and defense of another. A whole population, if you will,” Dan says. 
Red Hood snickers, “Only crime here was the kidnapping.” 
“Dan, are you okay?”
“Bats are here, Claire,” Dan tells her. He watches Batman lift the black bag off The Joker’s face, revealing the viscera and gray matter beneath. He’s not smiling anymore. Dan hasn’t seen that kind of gore in years. He’s the cause of it once more and he doesn’t regret that. It feels invigorating. It feels devastating. “I guess I’ll hang up now. If The Joker is mysteriously alive after this, it’s because Batman couldn’t handle not being the hero.” 
“Dan—” He hangs up as Batman’s shoulders go minutely tense at his words. The man stands fully, turning his head slightly to narrow his cowled eyes at Dan. 
“Problem, sir?” 
“You killed The Joker.” 
“I saved myself and his two idiots.” He shrugs. 
“You had him restrained.” 
He rests an offended hand against his chest. “I was frightened that he would escape, sir, just as he escapes from the very place you put him every eight to ten months.” The Bat doesn’t want to be judge, jury, and executioner. Fine. Whatever, he gets it. Dan hadn’t wanted to be that, neither as hero nor villain. He’d wanted to save, he wanted to be saved, and then he wanted everyone to feel like he did. But he’s not so prideful now to know that he wouldn’t have stopped then, not unless someone handled the job permanently. 
The Joker needed permanence. 
The Bat can play fucking judge all he wants. But he’d be just as villainous if he tried enforcing his own moral code on other people.
“You asked for donations,” Red Robin says dryly. “You were basically putting a hit out on him.”
“My art in life textbook is $300. How much do you think a lawyer is going to cost?”
“Hn.” 
“Stop giving the man a hard time for doing a public service, Batman.” Red Hood shoulder checked Nightwing away and held out a gloved hand for Dan to shake. He takes the other’s hand and firmly shakes it. The contact, while not to skin, gives Dan goosebumps and chills his lungs. 
Jay?
“Let’s hope my Habitudes professor agrees with you.”
“She will. Everyone with three brain cells to rub together will.” The man cuts a glare at Batman. 
Dan didn't say what pronouns his professor uses. 
The rumble in Red Hood’s voice is enticing. He looks at the other man, really looks, and notices his broad shoulders, how tall he is (though Dan towers over him even  disguised as a human), and his muscled arms. Arms that Dan’s pretty sure are normally hidden beneath a Gotham U hoodie, just like his own. 
He smirks as sirens sound in the distance. “Let’s hope the cops agree with you.”
“They will,” Hood says. It sounds like a promise for something entirely different. 
“Gag me,” Red Robin mutters.
Robin says, “For once I agree with you.”
Without looking away from Dan, Red Hood flips the two off, and yeah, maybe redemption can be more promising than he initially thought. 
xxXxx
A week later, Dan finally goes back to his regular schedule. His ghost parole is intact—he’d even been thanked by some Gothamite ghosts, and Danny begrudgingly told him that there were ghosts who said they’d riot if Dan was given any punishment. As for the mortal side of things, Vlad Masters had graciously sent his team of attorneys to Dan’s aid. While Dan still hates him, he has no issue about using a free team of lawyers to defend him. He’s guaranteed to walk.
Jazz had called him. It made his core unsettled and stony. She wasn’t disappointed, and he doesn’t know how that makes him feel. He doesn’t regret it—The Joker would never change. But what does that say about him and his progress? 
Jazz in general makes him uneasy now. She used to be his big sister, and now she’s younger than him, and he tried to kill her, and— she’s different from his Jazz, is all. But if she’d always known like she said, then his Jazz did, too, right? Could she still be his Jazz, a Jazz who got to grow up? Still be his sister? It would be stupid to hope so, right?
He feels bitter.
She said she’s considering Gotham University as her college of choice as she nears high school graduation. Apparently, their psych department is amazing. 
So maybe hope isn’t so bad. 
Dan sits down at his 10:00 am Habitudes class. Everyone already in the room stares at him. Before they can offer any congrats or thanks or swarm him, Jay sits down next to him. 
Dan looks at Jay’s mostly black hair and his tuft of white at his front bangs. He’s wearing his usual Gotham U hoodie, a hoodie that likely hides muscled arms. A chill builds in his lungs like it did when speaking with Red Hood, like it has every other time he’s talked with Jay Peters. 
…Hm. A hoodie that definitely hides muscled arms. 
“Hey,” says Jay with a grin. “Crazy week, I hear?”
“You’re a Gothamite. I’m sure you’re aware of exactly how crazy it’s been.” 
“You should tell me about it sometime.”
“Sure. After class? We can grab an early lunch. Make it a date, maybe.”
Jay smiles, cute and small. His eyes flash green—a baby Death-touched soul, still can’t control his spooky abilities, how adorable—and he says, “That sounds perfect.”
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rpking99 · 4 months ago
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Phermone Take Over
Gerudo Conquest Spider-Verse Saga Chapter 7
Closed with @the-blackbird-roleplays
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The portal to the other world closed. The one that showed the world that Peter Parker had been sent to.
The near perfect world. His happy end. Not truly perfect. Because... If it was... Well, he might notice. He'd realize it was fake. He'd want to come back.
But the world was without Spider-Man now. Or at least how he had been
Now... There was only Him. Dune. The new Spider-Man... Not that New York knew that. ... Yet.
King Dune of the Gerudo was the Astounding Spider-Man! And the world would soon bow under his rule
"Is it how you thought it would be, Daddy?" Annie asked gently, resting her head against Dune's shoulder while her arms where around his neck. Feeling his hands across her thighs and back
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thebisexualdogdad · 5 months ago
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Headcanons for dating Felicia Hardy without knowing she's the notorious thief Black Cat.
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Felicia Hardy x Male!reader
● you're just a normal guy living in new york city, with a normal job and a normal girlfriend
● (well, at least you think you have a normal girlfriend, you've seen plenty of headlines about the notorious thief Black Cat but never could you possibly imagine that her and your girlfriend Felicia Hardy were one and the same)
● Felicia doesn't talk about her “finance” job much, she says she doesn't want to bore you and prefers to separate business from pleasure anyways
● but you know it's gotta pay well by her luxurious apartment that overlooks the city along with her closets full of expensive clothes and jewelry
● she goes on “work” trips a lot
● most of the time she's still in New york but after you showed up at her apartment one night to surprise her with dinner and wine as she was climbing back through her balcony nearly catching her in her black cat suit she thought telling you she was going out of town for a couple days was safer
● but sometimes she actually does go on trips for heists to change things up and you get pictures from her hotel room saying ‘wish you were here’
● no matter how long you've been together she still flirts with you like it's the first time you met
● and it's become a bit of a game that when you go out she tries to pick you up like you're strangers
● it's how you discovered she is very much a fan of roleplay
● Felicia enjoys romance
● she loves when you plan spontaneous dates around the city
● or bring her flowers for no reason
● but cooking together is her absolute favorite thing
● the kitchen always ends up a mess because she'll toss flour at your shirt to start a food fight
● or put sauce on your lips to lick it off (which usually ends with you making out on the kitchen counter)
● you're out to dinner with Felicia when you notice a guy at another table staring at her
● “do you know that guy? He hasn't stopped staring at you since we got here”
● she looks over her shoulder and knows exactly who it is, “oh that's Peter, he's an old friend and that's his girlfriend MJ”
● “really? We should invite them to join us”
● Peter is super awkward when they do and is trying to figure out if you know about his and Felicia's alter egos or not
● “so Peter how do you and Felicia know each other?”
● “Oh uh- we… you know-” he rambles and Felicia has to save him
● “we used to work together back in the day”
● and MJ kicks him under the table to get it together
● at the end of the night you're walking Felicia home, “Peter and MJ were nice, we should go out with them again sometime, it would be fun to have more couple friends”
● “I'm sure they would love that too” she laughs
● you're watching tv on the couch one lazy afternoon, her legs thrown over your lap when a breaking news story comes on about a priceless jewel going missing with the number one suspect being the black cat
● “it's impressive”
● “what is?”
● “that after all these years spider-man still can't catch black cat, I mean it's not like she's causing any real harm to the city like green goblin or doctor octopus but still, it's impressive”
● she smiles to herself and puts her head on your shoulder
● she wishes she could tell you the truth but for now it's safer for you to not know that the black cat was sitting right next to you
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frankenkyle19 · 1 year ago
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Learning Your Lesson
Peter Maximoff x fem!reader word count: 5.1k
description/warnings: SMUT, handjob, oral (male and fem receiving), premature release, sub Peter Maximoff, dom reader, soft dom peter for like half a second, unprotected sex, begging, overstimulation, not proofread, probably many errors oh and also a nurse kink? Roleplay, idk Peter being Peter.
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Peter was usually a well behaved (wrong) man. Didn’t get into lots of trouble (also wrong) and listened to authority (absolutely not)
All these things were incorrect. Peter was just about as polar opposite from these things as anyone could be. He was a mischievous man who got into lots of trouble and definitely did not listen to authority. 
And of course today was no different. The speedster had been getting on your nerves all day. He did everything he could to annoy you. Push you to your limits just because he could. You just rolled your eyes and tried your best to ignore him. Little did he know you very much had a plan to get back at him.
Peter seemed cocky and full of himself but it took one word or glance from you and he was a blubbering mess. When you first met him you figured he was confident in himself and his abilities to attract women, but you soon learned that was wrong. His faux confidence was still hot to you though. Knowing he at least tried his best.
You didn’t mind that he was sometimes shy or awkward. Didn’t mind that he was inexperienced or clumsy. He was yours and you loved him exactly for his dorky self.
He did like to test your limits though. Exactly as he was doing today, just poking fun at you and winding you up. He should have known better. If he would have taken five seconds to really consider it, he would have known it was a bad idea. That you’d get him back for it. You always did.
He’d bothered you in classes all day, tossing little paper balls at you and kicking your feet under the desk. He didn’t take his studies as seriously as you did, and it was obvious. He also had a hard time sitting still, his mind moving a million miles a minute, body buzzing with pent up energy. You’d almost feel bad if he wasn’t so insufferable at times.
He had a training session today with a few other x-men and left you to go up to your room and relax after your last class of the day. You made sure you didn’t have any work to do before you settled into your bed, letting out a sigh of relief. It was near silent in your room, the only sound was the faint hustle and bustle coming from somewhere downstairs and it was so peaceful that you almost dozed off. 
That’s when an idea came to your mind. Peter had been so annoying today. Absolutely insufferable and you’d had just about enough. Maybe it was time to put him in his place. Teach him a lesson. 
Sex with Peter was very versatile. A platter of different options laid out in front of you. Fast, Slow, Soft, Rough, Kinky, Vanilla. There were so many options and Peter was always down with any of them, his need for you never being satiated.
It had been quite a minute since you had teased Peter in bed. It proved to be difficult when his begging was so irresistible and you always gave in to him. Not today though. You were putting your foot down. He couldn’t keep getting away with his behavior and you needed to show him who he belonged to. And also… you really just wanted to fuck him.
You slipped off of your velvety covers and grabbed a box from under the bed, pulling out a plastic bag with clothing inside. You’d been hiding it from Peter for some time, too embarrassed to show him, worried what he might think. It was honestly surprising he hadn’t found it by now considering he was always snooping around. It
 was a skimpy little nurses outfit that you’d bought at some dingy sex shop at the edge of town. So classy, right? Psshh…
You and Peter hadn’t really ever roleplayed in bed before, but you wanted to try it at least once. The idea of acting as Peter’s nurse turned you on. You saw how he looked at the nurses whenever he got himself hurt and had to be patched up. How he glanced at their outfits with a longing behind his brown eyes. Of course he’d never act on this though. He was devoted completely to you.
Still, he couldn’t help how certain things made him feel. This little kink of his was something he wasn’t exactly eager to reveal, his past partners finding him odd or it ending up being a turnoff for them.
You slid the outfit out of the packaging and looked it over. It was actually decent quality and didn’t appear too cheesy. Thank goodness. 
It was a white one piece that barely covered your ass, along with stockings and a little hat. You swallowed hard as you held it up, examining it. Should you do this? 
Fuck it…
You slid off your shirt and bra, glancing over at the clock on your nightstand. Peter would be back soon, so you had to make this quick. 
You slipped off the rest of your clothes, foregoing panties as to tease him even further as you slipped on the outfit. It fit snugly on your figure and you would feel a little insecure if you didn’t already know that Peter absolutely loved your curves and every part of you.
You smoothed it out and put on the stockings as well, bending down as your ass peeked out from the bottom of the outfit. And of course this was the very second Peter opened the door to your room. The mutant always had impeccable timing…
“Hey babe I’m done training for the day what do you want to d- HOLY SHIT” 
You froze, eyes wide as you looked up at him, your heart nearly beating out of your chest, an embarrassed blush rising to your cheeks from being caught right in the middle of getting dressed.
You hadn’t even decided if you really wanted to do this, but now it seemed too late. Peter had already seen you. In fact, he was still looking at you, ogling you from the open door.
“Peter the door is wide open! Get your ass in here!” You shouted, startling him out of his shock as he sped the door closed, now in front of you. His forehead was covered in a sheen of sweat most likely from training and he was wearing his signature outfit, goggles resting on the top of his head. 
He blinked a few times, looking over your figure, mouth hanging open as he fought for words.
“So uh- what’s this?” He managed to get out, suddenly seeming a bit shy and nervous. And that’s when you realized that…. Holy shit. He did like this. This was turning him on. 
You tried to brush off your embarrassment, swallowing hard as you collected yourself.
“Got it a while ago. You like what you see?” You asked, doing a little twirl for him, your ass on near full display.
Peter’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. Holy shit. Holy shit his girlfriend was so fucking hot and he was standing there frozen, completely mesmerized.
“You’re smokin’ baby. Holy shit- this all for me?”
“What makes you think I did this for you? You were bad today Peter.” You said, voice taking on a fuller, more authoritative tone. 
Peter furrowed his brows a bit, obviously trying to think back on what he done today, having already forgotten. Curse him and his awful memory.
“No I wasn’t- I- I was just bored. I just wanted your attention.” He said pathetically, taking a step closer to you, never once taking his eyes off of you, entranced by your beauty.
Instead of responding, you thought of something better to do. This was as good a time as any to play out Peter's little fantasy and see how it went.
“Hello sir, so what brings you to the doctors today?” You asked, standing up straight as you gave him a friendly but suggestive smile. 
Peter looked at you with absolute confusion for a good ten seconds before he seemed to catch on to what you were doing. He opened his mouth to speak, stumbling over his words.
“I- Uhm I- just needed an assessment. A quick checkup.” He managed to spit out, cheeks flushed crimson, a drastic difference from the silver strands of hair that fell in front of his eyes. 
“Okay, that sounds good. Go ahead and hop up onto the bed and I’ll get started with a few routine questions.” You tried to keep your composure and stay in character, but a giggle made it’s way up your throat.
Miraculously, you managed to swallow it back down, clearing your throat as you approached the bed, Peter having now laid back onto it, looking up at you with wide, curious eyes.
“Okay- first question-“ you were pulling all of this out of your ass, but he hadn’t laughed at you yet, so you obviously were doing something right. Or at least not doing something horribly wrong.
“Any problems getting or staying hard?” This did make you giggle just a bit as you looked away to cover your mouth. He definitely didn’t have any problems with that. Especially when he was with you.
Peter let out a little chuckle too and it was times like this that you were grateful to have such a good relationship that you could laugh and joke around like this.
“Nope. All normal down there ya know?” He grinned cheekily, glancing down at his crotch before looking back up at you “but I still think you should take a look. Just to make sure.” His eyes had gotten progressively darker as the conversation went on and you realized just how into this he actually was. But, knowing Peter, he’d be into almost anything.
“I was planning on doing so. Just part of standard procedure.” You cleared your throat and stood over him, looking across his body “you seem to be in good health. If you wouldn’t mind, could you please slip off your clothes for me really quick so I can get a good look at everything? Make sure it’s all good.” 
Peter sped his clothes off and laid back on the bed, now dressed in only his boxers. While you were going about this in a joking manner, Peter seemed to be taking this very seriously. Or… Well, at least as serious as he could be.
You let your hands caress his chest, fingers running over his nipples which had him already suppressing a whine.
“Your body appears to be in perfect condition, let’s just take a peek and see what we’ve got here.”
Your hands went to the waistband of his boxers and Peter’s breath caught in his throat.
You pulled them down as torturously slow as possible until they were down far enough for his already hard cock to pop out.
Peter groaned quietly, closing his eyes as he leaned his head back against the pillows, his hips jutting up off the bed. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed, hard. 
“Please doc, think I’ve got a problem that I need you to fix.”
You stifled a giggle, wanting to correct him and tell him you were a nurse, not a doctor, but instead you nodded along to his words.
“You poor thing. Don’t worry, I’m here to help you.” You smiled softly and carefully wrapped your hand around his warm, velvety cock.
Peter cried out quietly, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as he groaned. 
You tighten your grip, sliding your fingers across the tip of his cock, collecting the sticky liquid gathered there to help you jerk him off easier.
You let your thumb rest over the slit and gently rubbed the pad of your thumb against it.
Peter whimpered pathetically and tried to squirm away from the touch to the most sensitive part of his cock.
“Mngghhh please- too much! Please- fuck please be gentle baby, can only take so much.” He begged, eyes wide as he watched you, chest rising and falling. It may have been too much but he made no move to stop you. 
You let your thumb fall away as you continued to stroke over his length, enjoying the noises that slipped past his perfectly parted lips.
Peter’s hips moved of their own accord, thrusting up in time with your movements, setting a slow but comfortable pace.
You loved how he just melted. Completely submitted himself to you. Your roleplay soon just turned into your’s and Peter’s normal foreplay and such. 
Peter bucked his hips up into your touch and he bit his bottom lip between his teeth, his hair a mess and sticking to his forehead as he panted.
You leaned down as seductively as you could and pressed a feather light kiss to the tip of his cock. 
Peter propped himself up on his elbows to better see your actions, his cock twitching in anticipation for your soft, warm mouth.
You held the base of his cock steady with your hand as your tongue licked over him a few times, teasing him as much as you could, wanting to see just how desperate he could become.
Peter felt like he was going to die. Like actually perish. You were giving him so much but so little at the same time and he was overwhelmed and underwhelmed at the same time. Hell, he didn’t know how he felt! He just knew he wanted more. God please moreeee.
You let your lips rest on the head of his cock, watching with a smirk as he tried so hard to stay still and be good for you. Eventually your lips ever so slowly rolled down his length, coating him in a layer of your spit, getting him nice and slick.
Peter wasn’t really one to finish super fast. He had relatively decent stamina, but today was something else. He was so pent up that he barely managed to get an alarmed moan out before he was cumming, coating your mouth in his thick, white cum. A lot. Like a lot. 
You coughed in surprise, eyes widening as you worked to swallow it all, but inevitably you pulled off of him and spit into the small trash can by the end of the bed. 
It wasn’t that he tasted bad. It was just so much and it was so thick that there was no way you would be able to swallow it all without choking. That’d be an embarrassing way to die. Death by cum.
Peter’s cheeks were flushed red in embarrassment as he avoided your eyes, too embarrassed to even glance in your direction. How embarrassing. 
“You poor thing…” You chuckled, shaking your head as you looked him over. His breathing was beginning to go back to normal but the deep pink blush was spreading from his cheeks throughout his whole body, even his chest was red and it made you laugh a little once more.
“Feel that good? I mean I know you’re quicksilver but damn that was really fast. Even for you.” You teased, which caused a frustrated huff to leave the man’s lips as he shook his head.
Not completely done with him yet, you leaned down and placed your lips right next to his ear, whispering words that almost had him instantly hard again.
“I didn’t say you could cum. You’ve been a bad boy and I think you deserve to be punished” 
You weren’t a huge fan of punishing Peter, but he seemed to love it for some odd reason, which in turn made you enjoy it as well.
“I’m sorry baby- I just couldn’t help it- felt too good-“ he tried to reason with you as he writhed around on the sheets. Poor desperate boy. So needy for you.
“I know you were Peter, but that’s not an excuse. You’ve been getting on my nerves all day. All day long Peter. Why can’t you just be good?” 
He whined softly and pouted his bottom lip dramatically, his goofiness still shining through despite the situation. It never really went away, did it?
“I am good. Just not right now. But overall I am good so like- my good outweighs my bad so I shouldn’t be getting punished right now realistically if you just think about it-“
You shut him up with a bruising kiss, your lips smashed together as you straddled him, already feeling his cock against your thigh. That was one thing about his powers that was useful in the bedroom. He grew hard once more much faster than other men. 
“Well Peter if you want to make it up to me maybe you should show me how sorry you are.” You grinned, tugging your already tiny outfit up your body to fully show off your lower half.
“How do you want me to do tha- Oh” Peter was practically drooling as he got the memo of what you meant. In an instant you were flipped onto your back with Peter scooting between your legs, his breath fanning against your dripping cunt.
“Peterrrrr-“ you whined quietly, not wanting him to tease you. He’d done enough to you today. 
“Aww what baby? Look at you, so cute like this all spread out for me” Peter said with a smirk.
He was always like this. Trying to take control of the situation. For now you’d let him, but when you were ready, it only took a look or a subtle touch to gain back the control.
You gasped as you felt Peter’s teeth nip at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, taking it between his teeth before licking over the bite mark he’d made. You’d think he was an animal or something with the way he was always biting you in one way or another. He always told you it was his special way of showing his affection towards you.
You laid under him a bit impatiently as he took his sweet old time. You hated that he could be as slow as he wanted when it came to your pleasure but always wanted things fast fast fast when it came to his own.
Finally, he leaned closer to your cunt, breath hot and almost ticklish as his dark eyes darted back up to yours, unblinking as he let his tongue lick a stripe up your core.
You shivered, a moan already falling from your mouth. His tongue was always so hot and so soft. It was heaven. 
He hummed at your reaction, letting his tongue dip a bit further into your folds this time, collecting the arousal that awaited him.
He had a very specific way of eating you out. He’d start with slow, teasing licks and kisses, leaving you on edge before he began to absolutely devour you, making it as messy as he possibly could. 
He let his fingers come up to spread you apart, revealing your perfect little bud to him. He leaned closer and pressed a gentle kiss to it, causing you to shiver.
He seemed to sense your impatience, and considering he was supposed to be making up for his bad behavior, decided he’d teased you enough.
He began to eat you out like there was no tomorrow, the sound of his wet lips connecting with your pussy filling the room. Thankfully the walls were pretty thick so hopefully no one would hear what was taking place.
Then, Peter did the one thing that drove you absolutely insane. He began to vibrate his tongue against your core, causing a spike of pleasure to shoot through your body, making all of your limbs feel like jelly.
Peter had a very strict rule that you weren’t allowed to have any vibrators. Well, it wasn’t really a strict rule, because he didn’t make rules for you to follow, but it was more unspoken if anything. Why did you need a vibrator when you had him? A literal human vibrator.
“F-fuck P-Peterrrr” you moaned, hands coming down and tugging at his strands of silver hair. You groaned in frustration as his goggles got in the way a bit and you just snatched them off his head and tossed them onto the floor before your hands came back to grip onto his hair.
Peter was thoroughly enjoying himself, letting his tongue vibrate against your clit for several moments before he delved back into your folds, his nose bumping your clit whenever his tongue wasn’t. He was sloppy and making an absolute mess, but that’s what he seemed to like and you couldn’t complain when he was making you feel as good as he was. You’d just deal with the mess later.
“I’m close-“ you choked out, tugging harder on his hair which made him wince a bit, but he didn’t make any move to stop you. 
You were wary in letting him know if you were close, waiting until the last second to tell him so hopefully he wouldn’t stop to try and tease you. You couldn’t take that right now.
And lucky for you, Peter seemed to sense that as he kept at it until he felt your release gush onto his tongue. He did his best to help clean you up while you caught your breath, leaning over you as he wiped his chin on the blankets before peeking up at you.
“Am I forgiven yet?” He asked with a cheeky grin. What a little devil.
You shook your head and leaned up to press a kiss to his lips, smiling against them 
“Not yet. I have a few more things in mind.”
Peter raised a brow in curiosity, watching you to see what you could possibly have in mind.
You sensed his confusion from the quizzical look on his face so you decided to ease his confusion as well as his curiosity.
“I want you to fuck me, and you can cum whenever you want, but I also get to fuck you for as long as I want.” You said, grabbing the hem of the costume you wore and tossing it away, now completely bare in front of him.
Surely this couldn’t be too bad… I mean, it didn’t sound bad to Peter. It actually sounded really nice. He’d soon learn that while it was nice, it was also tortuous in a way. When he was begging for you to stop. To give him a break. When his cock ached with over sensitivity, pins and needles covering his body as he shook with the overwhelming amount of pleasure that bordered on pain.
He nodded shyly and crawled back on top of you, kissing at your shoulder before nipping the skin between his teeth, causing you to cry out.
“Peter!” You scolded, slapping his shoulder gently.
He removed his teeth from your shoulder and pouted a bit “whatttt I love you. It’s how I show my loveee” He frowned, shaking his head as if you had stopped him from doing his favorite thing in the world. In his mind, you kind of had.
“Just be gentle. I know you get excited but you can’t bite me like an animal.” You chuckled a bit, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss 
“Now fuck me, Peter.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. With a shaky hand he positioned himself at your entrance, easily slipping in from your previous release.
A pleasured groan slipped from his lips as he let the both of you adjust for a moment.
His eyes were closed and his hair fell into his face a bit. He looked perfect like this. Your perfect boy. Always so sweet and despite how annoying he could also be, you wouldn’t have it any other way.
He didn’t want to embarrass himself by saying or showing that he already felt close, usually not this worked up, but you seemed to really be having an effect on him on this day. 
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, his pelvis hitting your clit perfectly with each thrust forward into your tight heat.
This was heaven. You could die happy right now with Peter buried deep inside you. 
Oh and another thing about Peter? Sometimes when he got excited or overwhelmed he couldn’t quite control his powers. It’d been something he’d always dealt with.
But this wasn’t a bad thing at all. In fact it was really fucking enjoyable in times like these.
Your mouth fell open as you felt a slight buzz, glancing up at Peter. The outline of his body was slightly blurred. He was buzzing. His body moved so fast from the pleasure that he couldn’t really stop it. He was also vibrating inside of you, his cock snug inside your warm walls vibrated ever so slightly, which added another element of pleasure. 
“Faster Peter. Please.” You begged, and Peter once more didn’t need you to repeat, hips slapping against yours as he pounded you into the bed harder and faster than before. 
You’d surely be sore and bruised in the morning, but it was well worth it for how good he was making you feel. Sex with Peter was always out of this world amazing and you weren’t sure if it was his mutant abilities or if it was just him. 
You pulled Peter down for another searing kiss, letting your tongue slip inside his mouth, exploring as far as you could as Peter just moaned against you, going lax as he let you do as you pleased with him.
You gently sucked at his bottom lip before nipping it between your teeth, reveling in the way he whined.
“I’m- close-“ he spoke again, already feeling another release building up inside him. You had said he could cum whenever he wanted, but he also knew the catch. That you would use him for as long as you wanted. He didn’t really see a problem with that.
“My sweet boy, come on, let go. It’s okay.” You cooed, your words causing Peter to hum in pleasure as he nodded, his thrusts becoming uneven and sloppy as he ruthlessly pounded your cunt.
You winced a bit as he sped up to near inhuman speed but you clung to his shoulders as you let him continue, knowing he was close.
He came with a quiet cry, stilling his hips as he came inside you. His body stopped buzzing and he didn’t seem as blurred anymore. 
Panting, he pulled himself out of you and laid next to you on the bed, chest rising and falling heavily as he peeked over at you.
Without warning you straddled his waist, plunging his cock back inside you. He knew you weren’t done with him but geez… he figured you’d at least give him a second to calm down-
He yelped in surprise and looked up at you with wide eyes, his cock twitching weakly. He was sensitive and it was bordering on pain as he watched your rise and fall on his length which was somehow miraculously still hard.
“O-ooookay then-“ he breathed out, propping himself up on his elbows as he bit his bottom lip, trying to adjust to the pressure to his sensitive cock. 
“Oh baby that so- that’s a lot-“ he mumbled, shaking his head as he tried to grab at your hips and get you to stop. Or at least slow down.
How ironic. The man faster than the speed of light was wanting you to go slow. 
You ignored his plea and continued at the pace you wanted, watching as he writhed under you.
“Mmmm baby I’m- Ah! Sensitive!” He laughed softly as he tried to get you to stop, the sensation too much.
You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his sweaty forehead, brushing his silver hair out of his face so he could better see you.
“Make me finish and maybe I’ll think about giving you a break.” You whispered, Peter’s eyes wide. He did love a challenge after all.
He bucked his hips up against yours, nearly sending you flying off his lap with a surprised yelp leaving your parted lips.
With each thrust of his cock he hit your g spot every single time. He was an expert at this, having spent time memorizing your body. He knew it just as well, if not better than his own.
You gripped onto his shoulders and dug your nails in ever so slightly, leaving little crescent moon shaped divots in his pale skin.
Peter moaned out, a mix of pleasure and pain consuming him. He focused on your pleasure and trying to get you to your release, hips snapping up against yours with a filthy sound, wet skin slapping against wet skin.
You felt your core tightening as that all too familiar tingling began. A sign you were close. You clung harder to Peter, rolling your hips against his as you gasped, body bouncing on top of his.
Peter could watch you like this all day. Watching as you took your pleasure from him. From what he was able to do for you. It made the pain and sensitivity all worth it. Seeing you experience such pleasure was one of his favorite things in the world. Twinkies being another.
You dug your nails deeper into his soft skin as you fell over the edge, your walls squeezing his cock in a death grip as you stilled on top of him, body shaking from the pleasure.
The added pressure around his cock caused Peter to cry out. He came a third and hopefully for him final time with a pathetic groan slipping from his lips as he half heartedly bucked up into your heat that was milking him for all he had. 
Peter felt all fuzzy and lightheaded as he carefully tried to pick you up and remove you from his throbbing cock. He groaned quietly as his release spilled out from you as he moved you off of his dick.
He laid you down on the bed and snuggled up next to you, the only sound in the room was the heavy breathing that slowly began to subside.
“Peter, we’re a mess. We need to get cleaned up-“ you groaned, but Peter's arms just wrapped tighter around you as he huffed in annoyance.
“We can clean up in a little bit. Let me just hold you.” You wanted to argue. The sticky mess between your legs growing a bit uncomfortable.
“Peter, you have to let me up. I need to pee. Do you want me to get an infection?” 
This seemed to finally get through to him as he reluctantly lessened his grip on you just enough for you to wriggle away from him and out of bed.
You glanced at him, all sprawled out, still buck ass naked as he looked up at you with the most annoying, shit eating grin ever.
“Oh shut up, don’t look at me like that. Get yourself cleaned up you weirdo.”
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sandersontheside · 1 month ago
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Happy October 1st! Have some fun Halloween themed HCs!
Haunted House/Maze:
Virgil loves haunted houses because it's scary in a controlled way and he ultimately knows he's safe. But he won't go alone. So, he drags Roman with him. Roman talks a big game about protecting Virgil, but ends up mostly clinging to Virgil the whole time and scraming his high pitched girl scream.
Janus, Remus, and Logan also appreciate a haunted house. Janus likes to roleplay with the actors. Remus has been kicked out at least once before for accidentally punching an actor on reflex.
Patton does NOT like haunted houses and will wait in line at the snack shack to buy everyone hot cider and donuts to enjoy when they're done.
Roman is a big fan of "getting lost" in the maze to make out (Virgil is also partial to this, though he definitely prefers the haunted house).
Logan appreciate the puzzle, which is good because Patton has no sense of direction and would be utterly lost without Logan.
Remus cuts right through the corn and jumps out at people. Janus is the only one he is never able to scare, no matter how hard he tries.
Pumpkin Patch/Pumpkin Carving:
Roman and Remus get really into pumpkin carving every year, the more intricate and over the top, the better. It's also sort of a competition with them. Virgil also gets into this, but he's less intense about it.
Patton collects the pumpkin seeds from aforementioned carving and roasts them! He's also the one who suggests sprinkling cinnamon in the carved pumpkins, so they smell like pumpkin pie when you light a candle in them.
Logan likes to design pumpkins, but hates the actual carving (the pumpkin guts are too gooey and it's a sensory nightmare) so he makes a template and then has Patton do it for him.
Janus doesn't carve a pumpkin (he doesn't want to take his gloves off), so he becomes the impartial judge of the impromptu pumpkin competition. Roman insists this is unfair, because he's "biased towards Remus" but he's vetoed.
Remus selects the ugliest, knobbiest, weirdest looking pumpkins to carve because "they'll be scarier that way" and "they have more character" while Roman selects the smoothest, most perfectly shaped pumpkins to carve because he likes a nice, clean canvas, and "it's just so SHAPED" and pleasing to the eye.
In addition to carving pumpkins, sometimes Patton will select a small, sweet pumpkin to roast and puree to make pumpkin pie. He insists that roasting the pumpkin yourself is vastly superior to the canned stuff (he's right).
Costumes:
Logan is big on obscure nerd costumes that no one else understands until he explains it. He's out here dressing up like famous scientists and stuff like that. Sometimes he lets Patton talk him into something more recognizable though.
Virgil always always makes his costumes himself. We're talking sewing, hot glue, making props, etc. He starts planning in the summer to make sure he has enough time. And he always goes for something scary.
Janus also plans early, but he's not afraid to buy things. Usually his costumes come from scouring thrift stores. No one can spot a treasure at the Goodwill like Janus.
Roman and Remus will pick costumes that either go together or completely clash, and there's no in between. One year, they'll be Peter Pan (Remus) and Captain Hook (Roman), the next year Roman is Superman/Clark Kent and Remus is in one of those inflatable dinosaur costumes.
Patton always has grandiose ideas for costumes, and then waits to the last minute and throws something together. Usually he goes for cute rather than scary.
Various Other Stuff:
Virgil will die before he admits this, but he fucking LOVES pumpkin spice. He claims he likes his coffee "black like my soul" but in secret he might love a PSL even more than Patton.
Roman and Remus take candy trades very, very seriously as kids. If either of them ends up with more of one thing it will result in all out war between them.
Patton and Virgil go absolutely balls-to-the-wall when it comes to decorations. Spirit Halloween exploded all over everything. Logan wisely doesn't ask how much it cost.
Janus answers "trick-or-treat" with "trick" every time and sets up friendly spooky Halloween pranks for his friends. Nothing too bad, and he usually has a treat for them afterwards, too.
Roman hosts Halloween movie marathons. The campier the better. Your Halloweentowns and your Hocus Pocuses and your Beetlejuices and your Scooby-Doos. Of course, Remus and Virgil slip some actually scary stuff in there, too. (Roman isn't too upset about it, as long as he can jump into Virgil's lap when he's scared)
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astrawr1tes · 17 days ago
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astra. 20. she her. est. | hi, everyone! i am looking for fellow writers for long-term roleplays of the media listed below.
about me. literate to novella, lowercase, third person, past tense, multi-muse & ship, character-driven, plot-centric. fandom roleplays only, no tupperbot, please! i’m very active both ic and ooc, and aim for daily replies at the very least. expect media-appropriate themes & violence. i write all genders and possible shipping pairings (oc / oc, canon / canon, canon / oc), and i enjoy a variety of such. writer of both canon and original muses. 80-20 plot smut ratio, huge lover of nsfw headcanons. i literally adore worldbuilding, creating lore, sharing headcanons, making ocs just for the roleplay, and overall rambling. i will gush about our characters, ships and plots for actual hours if given the opportunity!
looking for. activity both out of and in roleplay. i’m generally just looking to friends be friends with those i write with! communication is very important to me, and i appreciate receiving it as much as i give it. enthusiasm for plotting and gushing about characters and ships is a huge plus! i do not write with people who only write female and bottom muses, or male x female pairings. again, variety! the more muses—both canon and original—the more ships, the more variety, the merrier!
fandoms + canon / canon ships & notes. fandoms i’m currently interested in are italicized! please note i am a huge multishipper and i love many more ships beyond what is listed below.
avatar. jake + neytiri, lo’ak + tsireya.
avatar: the last airbender. zuko + sokka, katara + toph, aang + toph, katara + aang. | looking for a post-atla sort of thing but unfortunately, tlok does not exist to me!
castlevania. trevor + sypha, alucard + trevor, olrox + mizrak.
demon slayer. amane + kagaya, obanai + mitsuri, giyuu + shinobu, kokushibo + muzan, douma + kokushibo, akaza + kyojuro, tengen + kyojuro, giyuu + sanemi, shinobu + misturi, obanai + sanemi, kyojuro + giyuu. | please note i have not read the manga, though i am aware of how it ends.
house of the dragon / fire and blood. alicent + criston, gwayne + criston. | have not finished a song of ice and fire but i’m doing my best. i also do not care for season two of hotd, so i am looking for canon divergence beyond season one!
jujutsu kaisen. satoru + suguru, satoru + sukuna, toji + sukuna, nobara + maki, yuji + megumi. | again, please note i have not read the manga. i am aware of how it ends, but i am looking for something different.
transformers. megatron + optimus, bulkhead + wheeljack, ratchet + wheeljack, ultra magnus + wheeljack, dreadwing + optimus, knockout + breakdown, smokescreen + bumblebee, soundwave + shockwave.
marvel (venom & spider-verse saga). miles + gwen, miguel + peter b.
if this interests you, feel free to like this post or message me. limits, basic overview of ocs and ships, etc, can be discussed here before we move to discord!
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backtothefanfiction · 1 year ago
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Kinktober '23 | DAY 2: The Bet and the Costume Contest
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Prompt: RolePlay
Summary: You enter into a bet with your couples costume contest partner.
Warnings: SMUT!! Roleplay, costumes, PinV, upskirt, frat!Peter
Word Count: 1.4k
A/N: Day 2, here we go!!! I did watch Buffy as a kid but have yet to watch properly as an adult despite it being on my list of things to do but hopefully still reads okay. Also I just rushed the second half of this so apologies if the tense is messed up.
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It was just your luck. Of course you would have been paired with him. It was Brianna’s fault really. She was the one who had come up with this whole idea of partnering with your Theta Beta Pi brothers to do a couples costume contest as part of this year's Halloween Bash. All the girls had put their names into a hat and each of the boys took turns picking a name out and of course you had been picked by Peter Parker. You had decided to go as Buffy and Angel from Buffy the Vampire Slayer or at least you thought you had until you turned up at the house in a mini skirt, wooden stake in hand and a bleached blonde, leather clad Parker, ran down the stairs and straight into you.
“THERE’S MY BUFFY!” he beamed.
“What did you do to your hair?!”
“I’m Spike. I thought it would be more fun. Plus I figured we’d be a shoe in to win due to my dedication alone.” He said pointing to his head.
“Oh my god!” You sighed, rolling your eyes.
As the night went on you had to admit, the blonde, although it did make him look quite sleazy, was actually quite hot. You also had to commend his dedication to the character and the bit as he kept shouting out Spike quotes the whole night. “AND YOU’RE WHAT? SHOCKED AND DISAPPOINTED? I’M EVIL!” He shouted when the two of you won at beer pong against a pair dressed as Mario and Princess Peach.
“Cup of tea, cup of tea, almost got shagged, cup of tea.” he said as he handed out drinks to your small congregated group as you sat sharing a joint in the garden.
“First I’ll kill her, then I’ll save her.” he said, wrapping an arm around you and dipping you over it as he showed off in front of his fraternity brothers.
“PETER!” You squealed.
“Peter? Who is this Peter? There’s no Peter here, my name is Spike.”
He had called you Buffy for the whole night too. “Where has my Buffy gone?” he would cry as he moved through rooms in the house looking for you. “BUFFY? Excuse me, have you seen the chosen one?” he asked one girl.
“What Harry Potter?” she responded. He just bared his fake fangs and hissed at her.
“Yo Parker!” One of his frat brothers, Josh, called to him across the room, directing him back to the group of you sat around the coffee table in the living room.
You budged up a little on the seat, giving him room to squeeze in beside you (he won’t sit anywhere else).
“So Parker, you’re pretty confident about winning this costume contest.” Josh said. He’s dressed up as Sonny, Alannah is somewhere else in the house dressed as Cher.
“I mean, yeah. Look at us man.” Peter shot back confidently.
“You willing to put a bet on it?” Josh taunted.
“Oh we are not winning.” You mumbled from your seat beside Peter. The only thing he’s got going for him is the hair, apart from that the two of you look basic compared to other costumes, there’s a really good Frankenstein and Bride of Frankenstein hanging around somewhere.
“Then you shouldn’t have any trouble with placing a bet then.” Josh drunkenly goaded.
“What and you think you’re gonna win?” You said back.
“Oh no, I know we aren’t going to win. I’m talking about you two. You know Parker’s always had a crush on Buffy.” 
At Josh’s words Peter squirmed a little beside you but tried his best to hide it, eager to see how you’d react.
“Is that so?” You questioned.
“Yup!” Josh said confidently. “If you guys win, Parker gets his dream come true and gets to fuck Buffy.” He throws out.
“Fine. Deal.” Your drunken brain responded hastily. There’s no way you guys are winning. “Okay and what if we lose?”
“Okay, what do you want?” Josh asked on Peter’s behalf. He’s being uncharacteristically quiet for this whole exchange.
“If we lose the contest, which we will,” you reassure, “you guys have to bring a litre bottle of vodka to every party just for me, until the end of the year.”
“Deal.” 
“And by end of the year I mean school year, not just Christmas break.”
Peter and Josh hesitate a sec but Josh is quick to solidify the deal, holding his hand out for you to shake. And that was how you ended up with Peter Parker tied to your bedframe with the tie from your bathrobe. You were sure it had to have been rigged, there really was no way you should have won.
“Peter, I feel silly.” 
“Just go with it, I promise it’s all good.”
“Pete, I haven’t even seen that much of the show.”
“It’s vampires and magic and supernatural stuff, it’s all cool just, make it up.”
‘Fine’ you thought as you rolled your eyes.
“I’ve been checking Giles’s books and there's only one way to cure this type of evil.” you said as you began to slowly walk across the room to him. He gives you a devilish look and you have to admit, paired with the blonde hair it does make you weak in the knees. 
He watches you closely as you come to a stop beside the bed. His eyes follow your fingers as you slide them up your legs and underneath your skirt, hooking your thumbs into your underwear and pulling them down your legs. He goes to frustratedly moan as you tease him but the moment his mouth is wide enough, you shove your panties into his mouth.
“UUUhhh FuuCK!” his voice mumbles into the fabric as his head lulls back.
You climb up onto the bed, hooking your leg over his hips to straddle him. You reach behind you for the stake, sitting at the end of his bed, running it down his chest. “You need to hold still okay. Do you trust me?” you asked him in character. He nodded.
When your hand trails down to undo his trousers he is hard and he whispers slightly as his sensitive tip brushes past the fabric of his boxers as you pull them down far enough to release him. You reach for a condom, rolling it down onto his length before you lift yourself to hover over him and slowly lower yourself onto his cock.
His eyes watch intensely as his length slips out of view underneath your skirt. With the way he’s looking at you, you have to admit, maybe you were getting more into this than you first thought you would. He moans as you ride his cock, grinding your hips down into his pelvic bone before lifting back off again, his skin dragging across your slit and it feels so good. His cock feels so good as he fills you out. 
You know you told him to stay still but you don’t have it in you to punish him when he starts rolling his hips and thrusting up into you. You quickly realise though he’s close, his thrusts getting quicker as he chases his high. He mumbles words around your panties. You are reluctant to do it but you remove them from his mouth to hear what he has to say. 
“Thank you.” he sighs first and just pants for a little bit between grunts as you continue to ride his dick, your walls tightening with every up lift before you slam your hips back down again. 
“Fuck, fuck, yes Buffy. Fuck that evil out of me.” he says and if it wasn’t for the fact you were actually so close you would have just got off and left him hanging but you are so close now you want your own finish. “Lift your skirt, let me see.” he asks. You raise your eyebrows at him. “Please.” he quickly adds and you oblige lifting up the sides of your skirt so it sits above your hips. “Oh yeah.” he moans. “Touch yourself.” he says and you don’t know why but you do as he says, your fingers moving to rub circles over your clit. 
It sends you over the edge and he cries out “OH FUCK!” as your walls clamp down around him. 
You can feel his hips stutter, once, then twice, then he stills as you feel him fill the condom inside you. 
He lets out a long sigh of relief as you begin to ease yourself off him. “What do you say, Parker?”
“Thank you Miss Summers.” You just roll your eyes.
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bestblacksister · 7 months ago
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Introduction Post
I saw Cissy do this and anything she can do, I can do better 🖤
About ✨me✨
26 (I'm NOT old), proud Slytherin 🐍, eldest (prettiest, most talented, and best) daughter of The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, avid follower of You-Know-Who 🙌 (but for legal purposes, it's just hypothetically, all in my head), unhinged, feminist, goddess in flesh and bone (I'm literally named after a star ⭐ and Bella means beautiful 💅🏻), I like beatles 🪲 (the insect, not a muggle band)
Fellow witches and wizards on this thing:
@narcissasupremacy - Narcissa Black, my beloved sister Cissy (we have another one but she's problematic), only one named after a flower rather than a star/constellation 💫
@are-you-siriius - Sirius Black, our ex-cousin (he was disinherited... embarrassing 🥱), Gryffindor blood traitor (ofc this wouldn't have happened had he been sorted into Slytherin)
@reallyregulus - Regulus Black, the better cousin (Slytherin) and new Black heir (I'd be a best fit, as I'm the oldest and wisest. Sadly, only men get to hold that title 😒)
@severely-severus-snape - Severus Snape, a fellow Slytherin, friends with my sister (in love with a mudblood 💀)
@justtjames - James Potter, Gryffindor blood traitor (corrupted my cousin, the bastard 😡 Corrupt Reggie and I swear to Merlin Potter-)
@actuallylupin - Remus Lupin, Gryffindor half-blood dating my ex-cousin (why?), according to Severus - a werewolf 🐺 (?)
@peterpeterpumpkinpeter - Peter Pettigrew, the less loud Gryffindor (who apparently likes pumpkins? What's with that name? 🤨Moving on...)
@ritaskeeteroffical - The gorgeous and talented, one and only, Rita Skeeter 👑 (I'm a big fan of yours, let's have a chat? 😘)
@evan-at-deaths-doorstep - Evan Rosier, Slytherin, I'm pretty sure we're related... 🤔
@italianbartycrouchjr - Bartemius Crouch Junior, Slytherin, better than his father (is he dating Evan? I'll have to ask Rita for the gossip), somewhat psychotic but that's part of his charm
@pandorahaspropheticvisions - Pandora Rosier, also considered crazy - we're likely related (Why don't you join my... club? Those visions would surely come in handy 👀)
@dorcas-in-a-meadow - Dorcas Meadowes, girlboss energy, has potential (let's chat)
@marlesbiane-mckinnon - Marlene Mckinnon, feisty Gryffindor, possibly a mudblood (?), dating Meadowes
@lily-evans-loves-nature - Lily Evans, Gryffindor mudblood 🤢
@marymaccies - Mary MacDonald, another Gryffindor mudblood 🤢 (and dating the previous one)
@alice-loves-herbology - Alice Fortescue, stole my sister (break her heart, I'll break your legs, arms, skull, soul...), but at least her family has great ice cream 🍦 (I scream, you scream, we all scream for the Dark Lord 🙏)
@totallyteddytonks - Theodore Tonks, the mudblood that my sister Andromeda seems to like 🤢
Disclaimer: this is for roleplay purposes only, the user does not agree with the character's views and morals. Don't take anything at face value. If you want to join the roleplay, DM @jaylienpotter
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escape-from-neverland · 1 year ago
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Escape From Neverland
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"There are three more like you on this island, you'll know them when you see them. I want you to find them and The Phoenix. Survive if you can."
Four teenagers woke up scattered all over the island, each with the same note tucked into their hands. They aren't sure where they are or how they ended up here in the first place, all they know for sure is that they all fell asleep in their beds and didn't wake up in the same place. What they're all about to find out is that they're on Neverland, the island of every child's dream... Or it used to be. They've been unknowingly recruited by Peter Pan, and now they have to let themselves believe in the magic of the island again with the help of all the classic and new residents of Neverland. Or they could give Peter what he's looking for, The Phoenix... The only problem is that the pirates are also searching for this "mysterious" figure and she's going to put up a fight if they take the wrong approach.
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Hello there! I'm Shay, the host of an all-new Peter Pan roleplay on Discord as you can see!
This rp involves four teenagers who no longer or have never believed in Neverland ending up on the island at Peter Pan's request, he's looking for someone and needs help from those not directly involved with himself or the pirates to find her and bring her to him. It is up to these four teens to decide their own fate on the island, how or if they will escape and whether they will actively insist on bringing Phoenix to an uncertain fate of her own at the hands of Peter Pan, seemingly all but Peter Pan and Tinkerbell being unaware that there is more to the story than it might seem.
As I've hinted at already, there are both new and old characters alike being involved in this rp, as well as all new creatures introduced to the island to up the magic and danger depending on where the characters find themselves straying.
This is a 15+ rp for the sole reason that there may be a few horror elements sprinkled in, Neverland is a dangerous place after all, though these moments will likely be few and far between. We also require people to be at least semi-literate to make sure everyone has plenty to reply to and have fun with!
I will list our characters down below so you can see what we have to offer, extended character bios may also be posted soon if needed! Please message me on here or on Discord (user: autumnflare) if you're interested and I'll let you know the steps from there! Hope to see you soon on this little adventure through Neverland with us!
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Found Four
The Royal - Taken
The Flirt - Taken
The Nature Lover - Taken
The Anxious - Taken
Neverland Residents
Peter Pan - Taken
Tinkerbell - Taken
The Phoenix - Taken
The Lost Ones - 1/♾
Pirates
Captain Hook - Available
John Darling - Available
Michael Darling - Taken
Crewmates - 2/♾
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ephemeralbutterfly · 4 months ago
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Fluffy Steve Fest Rec List: July 4: Birthday
Hello everyone! I am doing daily themed rec lists for @fluffystevefest. The fics are related (some more loosely than others) to the daily prompts. The number of fics for any given day and prompt varies, but I have at least one fic for each day. There's also a wide variety of fic types and ratings, so I hope there will be something for everyone.
The lists are vertically long, so I've put them behind a cut.
Today's fics are a grab bag.
Happy birthday, Steve!
Dancing
Captain America Finds His Fella by PR Zed (@trappingsofzed)
Rating: Teen Pairing: Stucky Summary: When she reached her eighties, Audrey though she was done with change. She thought things would continue as they always had. Instead, Steve and his friends have brought her more change than she'd gone through in the twenty years before. She gets used to one routine, and then a new one crops up. Or what happens when an elderly USO showgirl helps her super hero friend and his boyfriend. Comments: This is the third part of the Captain America Has a Fella series; I recommend reading the prior parts first. Steve isn't the one dancing here, but dancing does feature prominently.
Wishes
Against All Odds by spinawren (@wrenaspun)
Rating: Teen Pairing: Can be read as gen or as Stucky preslash Summary: Steve wakes up feeling so terrible that his first thought is that the serum somehow has worn off. His second thought, when he opens his eyes to see hard grey pavement, is that maybe he’s been sent back in time. He’d definitely spent a few nights next to trash cans in seedy alleys in the 30s, and stranger things than time travel had happened in his life so far. What was one more thing to add to the list? When he manages to wrench his head downwards enough to look at himself, though, he realises pretty quickly that he’s an idiot. And that he’s a cat. Summary: Steve wants to help Bucky. Thanks to magic, he gets that wish granted, just not in the way anyone would expect.
Little Red Button by scribblywobblytimeylimey
Rating: Explicit Pairing: Stony Summary: Sequel to 'All There in the Manual' for firelordstark: “[I]t would be interesting if roleplaying an android were an actual kink of his and not just his subconscious trying to construct a situation where Tony would be interested in him.” (What do you know? Freud was right.) Tony takes so well to Steve's suggestion he starts to wish he'd mentioned it sooner. It's easy to believe the rest of it – that he's the sex-toy android Tony built for when Steve's not around, built to please him, modded within an inch of his life to react to pressure sensors in all the right places – when Tony's even gone as far as to integrate a voice modification filter that fits like a gag but lets out every last sound, not quite in Steve's voice, but flattened a little with a tinny edge, just like he *would* sound if he *were* a robot sex toy. And that's not even all of it. One of these days, he's going to learn to never underestimate Tony Stark. Comments: Steve gets his sexy desires met in this fic. It is not necessary to read the prequel to understand what's going on. Do mind the tags.
Party
Make It Till You Fake It by AggressiveWhenStartled
Rating: Explicit Pairing: Stucky Summary: “Ned,” Peter said, like a drowning man sighting land. “Ned. Captain America and the Winter Soldier are fake dating right now and it is the most painfully awkward and obvious thing I have ever seen, all of us want to die, Ned.” Comments: Funny and lighthearted. Somehow both borderline crack and also entirely in character and believable. It's not a birthday party, but there is a party featured.
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lost-in-liquid-nights · 8 months ago
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Roleplay Ad
Update: Due to not wanting to overwhelm myself. While also providing my current rp partners with quality and relatively consistent rp, my request for rp partners is currently closed! Still feel free to reach out if you like and I'll keep you in mind for if things open up.
Ah, hello Tumblr roleplayers, it has been a while! I am one of many who was left adrift after Omegle shut down and am on the search for rp partners.
I am looking for rp partners in a variety of fandoms, genres, ships, etc. I’ll have all of them listed in a hopefully organized manner below and will do my best to keep this list accurate. If you’re interested, feel free to shoot me a DM or interact with this post and I’ll reach out to you. But please do read through this post fully before doing so, thanks!
A Little About Myself:
-Age: 20+
-Pronouns: She/They
-Experience: I’ve been roleplaying off and on in a variety of fandoms and styles for around 10+ years
What I’m Looking For In A Roleplay Partner:
-Age: Roleplayers who are at least 20+ as well
-Style: I’m open to a variety of styles, I roleplay everything from one sentence “text message” style to multi-paragraph advanced lit. Though my preferences tend to lean towards lit/advanced lit.
-Location: I’d prefer someone who’s comfortable transitioning to Discord, once we agree on what we want to rp
-Expectations: One of the things I loved about Omegle were the casual vibes when it came to when an rp needed to end. So, while I hope for some long term rps, I’m looking for people who will be okay with rps ending when interest dissipates. Without the need for big explanations as to why. This goes both ways! I won’t expect such explanations from you either if we start any sort of storyline and you end up wanting to drop out. The way I see it, this is meant to be a fun pass time and ideally shouldn’t feel like a stressful obligation for either of us.
My Current Fandoms & Ships:
Films:
Fandom: Avengers (Films)
Ships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Clint Barton/Tony Stark, Bruce Banner/Tony Stark
Fandom: Captain America (Films)
Ships: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson, Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes
Fandom: Guardians of the Galaxy (Films)
Ships: Peter Quill/Rocket Racoon
Fandom: Venom (Films)
Ships: Eddie Brock/Venom
Fandom: X-Men (Films)
Ships: Charles Xavier/Erik Lehnsherr
Fandom: Star Wars (Films)
Ships: Luke Skywalker/Han Solo, Poe Dameron/Finn
Fandom: Pacific Rim
Ships: Hermann Gottlieb/Newton Geiszler
Fandom: Star Trek (Original Series, Original Films, and Modern Films)
Ships: James T. Kirk/Spock, James T. Kirk/Leonard McCoy
Fandom: It (Films, 2017) & It (Mini Series, 1990)
Ships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Mike Hanlon/Bill Denbrough
Fandom: Spiderman (Films & Comics)
Ships: Johnny Storm/Peter Parker, Harry Osborn/Peter Parker
Fandom: Nimona (Film & Comic)
Ships: Ambrosius Goldenloin/Ballister Blackheart
Series:
Fandom: Loki (Series)
Ships: Morbius/Loki
Fandom: Moon Knight (Mini-Series)
Ships: Marc/Steven, Marc/Jake, Steven/Jake
Fandom: Daredevil (Series)
Ships: Foggy Nelson/Matt Murdock
Fandom: Infinity Train (Series)
Ships: Min-Gi Park/Ryan Akagi
Fandom: Merlin (Series)
Ships: Merlin Emrys/Arthur Pendragon 
Fandom: Stranger Things (Series)
Ships: Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington, Mike Wheeler/Will Byers
Fandom: Supernatural (Series)
Ships: Dean Winchester/Castiel, Dean Winchester/Benny Lafitte, Sam Winchester/Gabriel
Fandom: Hannibal
Ships: Hannibal Lector/Will Graham
Fandom: The Witcher (Series & Games)
Ships: Jaskier/Geralt, Eskel/Lambert, Eskel/Aiden
Games:
Fandom: Phoenix: Ace Attorney Trilogy (Games)
Ships: Phoenix Wright/Miles Edgworth
Frandom: Disco Elysium (Game) 
Ships: Kim Kitsuragi/Harry Du Bois,  Jean Vicquemare/Harry Du Bois
Fandom: Modern Warfare (Games)
Ships: Simon Riley/Johnny “Soap” McTavish
Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Game)
Ships: Connor/Hank Anderson, RK900/Gavin Reed
Fandom: Dragon Age
Ships: Anders/Hawke, Fenris/Hawke
Podcasts:
Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)
Ships: Jonathan Sims/Martin Blackwood, Jonathan Sims/Timothy Stoker, Martin Blackwood/Timothy Stoker, Gerard Keay/Michael Shelley
Fandom: Malevolent (Podcast)
Ships: John/Arthur Lester
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tyrantonutx · 9 months ago
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Looking for RP Partner(s)!
Hey, hi, how's it goin'?
I'm Tyrant, 30+ s/they, and this is a Take Two attempt at finding like-minded folx, so if you happen to see a similar looking post floating around (unlikely but possible), I am in fact one and the same Tyrant, I'm just too damn impatient to wait on tumblr to fix my original blog.
ANYWAY.
I'm hoping to find some partner(s) interested in Discord RP, because I am in fact a tumblr Baby (despite the original blog being...several years old...) and the formatting on tumblr rp blogs makes me Nervous.
I've been roleplaying in various capacities on forums, discord, and chat (throwback to AOL Instant Messenger amirite?) for approximately two decades and some change. I tend to write in a casual cadence as one might suspect, and I like to adapt my replies to the thread (anywhere from several sentences to a few paragraphs is my norm). I generally prefer CANON x CANON ships, at least starting out, to get a feel for how we come at characterization and plot together before we dip into OC territory. I'm involved in a few fandoms that may in fact be wastelands but, hey, you miss every shot you don't take, so here I am!
What follows is a list of fandos, characters, and ships I'm ACTIVELY looking for, the things that make my brain buzz in all the good ways. I'm down for hearing out any plots you might have in your lovely beating hearts (or shriveled little black ones, no judgment here!) or working out plots together based on all the good things that come from two rambling fans throwing head canons and "OK BUT WHAT IF"s at each other til something sticks.
If any of these strike you as fun, or if you just think I'm gosh darn neat and wanna chat me up for the thrills, please like this post, message me here on tumblr, or send me a friend request on discord (@tyrantonut)! I'm shy af and terrible at reaching out first, thank you hereditary anxiety and Burnt Out Gifted Kid syndrome, so sometimes I need that lil nudge.
...right! The fandoms! (Please note that while I have listed characters for me vs. for you, I'm actually pretty flexible on these! I just think I write some sides better than others.)
FANDOMS
The Boys (AU preferred)
Butchie -- Billy Butcher x Hughie Campbell
Stephen King's It (Muschietti AU preferred)
Reddie -- Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak
Stranger Things (Aged up AU preferred)
Byler -- Mike Wheeler x Will Byers
Harringrove -- Billy Hargrove x Steve Harrington
Steddie -- Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson
Hannibal (NBC)
Hannigram -- Hannibal Lecter x Will Graham
Marvel Universe (Comics & Movieverse)
Spideypool -- Wade Wilson x Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield)
Spiderprowl -- Aaron Davis x Peter B. Parker
Mysterio/Spiderman -- Quentin Beck x Peter Parker (Tom Holland, preferably aged up)
Starkmonger -- Tony Stark/Erik Killmonger
Hazbin Hotel / Helluva Boss Universe
Huskerdust -- Angel Dust x Husk (Overlord Husk AU has given me brain rot)
Chaggie -- Charlie Magne x Vaggie
RadioApple -- Alastor x Lucifer
Stolitz -- Blitzo x Stolas
Fizzarozzie -- Fizzarolli x Asmodeus
Glee
Puckurt -- Noah 'Puck' Puckerman x Kurt Hummel
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roleplayfinder · 26 days ago
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Hey all! Just wanted to give some of the fandoms I’m looking for right now. A little about me, I’m 18-22, partners need to be 18+ and ALL CHARACTERS must be at least 18 as well, if they’re not they’ll be aged up. I write about 4-8 paragraphs but that is dependent on the scene and what I’m given. I write in the third person and can post at least once a day! The two things I ask from my partners is to put in effort and be open to talk out of roleplay, share head canons and the like!
Doubling is something that I don’t tend to do due to bad experiences in the past. For certain fandoms, I will be open to doubling. Most of my characters will be male for what I’m looking for but I can play any gender for you. I don’t mind if it’s CC x CC, CC x OC, or OC x OC.
Stranger Things- I am looking for someone to write Eleven with an OC I have specifically designed for her or a STRICTLY PLATONIC roleplay with your Eleven and my Hopper! I really want to do this one! I will be open to hearing out a doubling scenario if we do the Eleven x OC but the two plots must exist in the same universe.
Naruto- I am looking for someone to write Sakura with an OC that is an example of the impact certain events have on a regular ninja. You may select the faceclaim for the OC. I also would be interested in a Sakura and Naruto roleplay as well!
Dragonball Z/Super- I am looking for someone to write either Android 21 or Android 18 with an OC known as Android 22. You may select the faceclaim for the OC. I would also be interested in Android 18 and Krillin or Vegeta roleplay!
Legend of Zelda- I am looking for someone to write a Zelda with my Link! This will be a variation of Zelda and Link where we have more freedom of their characters.
Metroid- I am looking for someone to write Samus with an OC that is a rookie Bounty Hunter. You may select the faceclaim for the OC.
Pokémon- I am looking for someone to write Cynthia with an OC that was Cynthia’s rival leading up to Cynthia becoming Champion. I am also looking for someone to write Serena with a protagonist of your choice!
Yu-Gi-Oh- I am looking for someone to write Akiza with an OC that had been injured by Akiza’s powers. I am also looking for someone to write Alexis with an OC that went to the academy or a Jaden Yuki.
DC- I am looking for someone to write a Starfire with my Nightwing. I am also looking for someone to write Wonder Woman with my Batman.
Marvel- I am looking for someone to write a Gwen Stacy with my Miles Morales. I am also looking for someone to write MJ with my Peter Parker.
Here they all are! Interact with this post if you think you’d be interested and I’ll send you a dm! I hope you all have a fantastic day!
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indierpgnewsletter · 1 year ago
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What Is A Cinematic TTRPG?
(Originally published on the Indie RPG Newsletter)
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So let’s talk about the term “cinematic” when it comes to roleplaying games. It’s a word that gets thrown around a lot and I’m not sure I’ve read someone actually explaining what they mean by that. So I’m going to try and explain what I think the term cinematic should mean when it comes to TTRPGs.
Now this isn’t something I normally do. Normally, I am a kind of descriptivist - I just try to describe what other people mean when they use a word. But in this situation, I’m going to be more of a prescriptivist and propose what I think this word should mean.
The first thing to note is that the meaning cannot actually be too specific. Cinema isn’t one thing. So when we say “cinematic”, we usually mean a specific type of cinema - which you might have to deduce from context. Someone can describe their game as cinematic and mean “Hollywood action movies in the 2000s” and someone else could describe their game as cinematic and mean “like Peter Jackson’s Lord of the Rings”.
Okay, to me, when I describe a game as cinematic, I mean that:
the shared imaginary space (the thing we are all imagining in our heads) looks and operates like a movie of appropriate genre
the speed of the game can be compared to the speed of those same events in movies
So by point one, I mean that cinematic games are ones that lean on the look and feel of movies as you play them. Players might frame and imagine the game as a movie - describing camera angles and so on. (“The camera cuts away to reveal…”) They might also expect the game to feel like a movie in terms of logic. Like in a cinematic action game, we might expect action movie logic, i.e., the hero can only get flesh wounds from no-name bad guys. Or hey, maybe, in this game, you can leap a car off a building into another building. Or smash a helicopter with a car. Or take a car into space?!Are we doing Fast and the Furious logic? Got to be explicit about that stuff. How else can I know if my car can fly or not?
And by point two, I mean that cinematic games are also talking about how fast they play. A game that promises cinematic fights should be judged by how long those fights take, compared to fights in movies. In that sense, we could compare D&D 5e to the recent D&D: Honour among Thieves movie and say that the game doesn’t have particularly cinematic combat because of the obvious difference in time taken. If you’re making a martial arts game inspired by the movies of Bruce Lee, well, most Bruce Lee fight scenes are around the 5 minute mark. SoI think if a game says it’s cinematic in that sense, it better at least try to get close to that number!
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Like all definitions, I expect this can be torn to pieces. So let me know what you think! Have games like Feng Shui got a better definition that I missed? Let me know!
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ursafootprints · 1 year ago
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In the course of finally finishing my chapter commentaries for chapters 13 and 14 of you're not yet done, I rediscovered a deleted scene from chapter 10 and thought I would share it! A version of this did make it into chapter 10, but I ultimately decided that while this version is super cute, Tony wasn't actually at a point where he could admit the things he does here just yet.
But I didn't want Tony and Peter quasi-roleplaying their hypothetical friends-to-enemies-to-lovers AU to go to waste, so:
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"Tony," Peter called softly, and he smiled and gestured teasingly to the forkful of eggs that Tony had been holding about an inch above his plate for the last minute, lost in thought. "Are they that bad?"
"Of course not, baby," Tony said, snapping to attention. "You know how eggs just get me all philosophical. 'Which came first,' et cetera."
Peter grinned and said, "Soft sciences, huh? Are you feeling okay?"
It was a real question, even though he'd couched it as a joke. Peter had a way of-- sensing, somehow, whether Tony had gone quiet because he was thinking about how to troubleshoot the latest snag in one of his projects or whether he was thinking about… more personal things, and he was never frustrated by Tony's lapses in attention either way, which was a novel experience.
"Soft sciences can be enriching in moderation," Tony said, and the subject change was on the tip of his tongue before he caught himself, because-- he was supposed to be honest, with Peter. Or so Iris said, anyway, and he was trying to do this right.
He poked at his breakfast, and didn't look at the way Peter's soft laugh brightened up his whole face, and he said, "I was thinking about you."
"While you were staring at your eggs?" Peter teased gently, but there was a little pinch of concern between his eyebrows, like he didn't know whether to be flattered or worried.
"I told you, eggs are inherently existential," Tony said, and he cleared his throat. "But no, uh. Just. How we fit together. And-- all the different ways we could have fit together."
Peter's expression softened, touched, and he repeated, "The different ways?"
It was too much, to say all of it. It was too early, too ridiculous that Tony was thinking like this so soon into things. That now that Tony had accepted it, he could hardly imagine a future where he wouldn't have fallen at least a little bit in love with Peter despite himself-- where he wouldn't have felt a wistful tug over watching Peter grow into the best version of himself as a hero and scientist and husband and father from afar, even if he never would have examined what that meant.
"Imagine," Tony said, pointing with his fork for emphasis. "You graduate with your PhD from MIT and start your own company. Parker Innovations? I don't know. Now we're business rivals, and we had a falling out five years earlier over-- probably me doing something stupid-- and you're outsmarting me at every turn."
"Tony," Peter protested, rolling his eyes, but he was grinning.
"You acquire SI, and I go to confront you dramatically in the rain," Tony continued, and Peter shook his head.
"Ms. Potts would keep SI running even if I somehow had a better R&D department," he pointed out, and Tony waved a hand as if to bat the thought away.
"I pissed her off too and now I'm back to being a terrible CEO. Anyway, I confront you and tell you, 'I'll never forgive you,' and you say, 'Why is that, Mr. Stark, I've won fair and square,'" Tony said, and Peter just smiled, waiting out the inevitable conclusion.
Tony clutched his chest dramatically and said, "'Because you may have stolen my company, but you've also stolen my heart,' I say--"
Peter blurted a laugh, and said, "What kind of movie are we in? Okay, so I say, 'That's all I ever wanted, Mr. Stark,’ because apparently I call you that again here--"
"And then we kiss, roll credits," Tony concluded.
He tried to ignore the beating of his heart when he ventured, "Or, y'know. Maybe you just… somehow make it to twenty-six without finding a different guy or gal to shack up with. And somehow still want to make a move to ask me out for-- well, not a drink, but dinner maybe-- and I somehow get my head out of my ass long enough to say yes. Maybe that."
And-- there it was. The absolute, fond vulnerability in Peter's expression that made it worth it for Tony to find a way to share his honest thoughts, that made it worth it to dig through all his humiliating baggage in therapy, that made it worth it to try, because--
Maybe sometimes talking about his feelings for Peter felt like he was shaving off one of the slimiest bits of his soul, all 'and here's the part of me that's in love with a teenager,' but Peter didn't look at him like that. Peter looked at him like his words were the most precious things in the whole world, and that made it worth it.
"You think you would have?" Peter asked quietly, touched.
"How could I not?" Tony answered, and he didn't play it as glib at all.
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infiniteeight8 · 6 months ago
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗
Thank you! :D It was kind of fun to sit down and think about my personal favourites.
One Time No One Thought Tony and Stephen's Marriage Would Work and Five Times They Were Wrong (Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, MCU) A big giant excuse for fluff. It was a lovely writing experience.
This one is non-con: As Much As You Want Me To (Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, MCU) If non-con (that they both enjoy but that is very much non-con, not roleplaying) is not your cup of tea, then this fic is not for you. But personally, I think it's hot as fuck and I'm pleased with how it turned out.
Everyone But You (Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinksi, Teen Wolf) This one is a short one. I got an idea for a giant, epic time travel fix it, but I did not have the emotional energy at the time to write an epic fic. I loved the idea, so I found a way to condense it into the concentrated essence of what I liked about the idea, and I'm very pleased with the result.
Relief (Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, 616/MCU crossover) One of my longer fics. Still proud of the relationship building in this one.
Five People Who Flinched From Phil and the One Person Who Never Did (Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, MCU) This is an "everyone is telepathic" AU and a blatant excuse for a made for each other trope. Some of my favourite world building here.
I was *so tempted* to list more of my C/C work--going through my works reminded me how proud I am of a lot of those stories--but they are not very relevant to my current interests, so I resisted.
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